Jason Bonds - Chained trained wife

Her gaze came to rest on his mighty prick, standing out from the mass of curly black hair at his crotch like some kind of lethal weapon.

He seemed to have a permanent hard on. And it was an ugly cock, freakishly big. The brown foreskin was drawn back, revealing the dark-purple cock head, which was glossy with a coating of slime that oozed from the piss hole.

"You like that?" he asked, seeing her staring wide-eyed at his cock. "You like Mexican cock, blondy?"

"N-no," she stuttered, averting her gaze. "I don't like any of them Mexican or otherwise."

"Aw, now," he said, moving closer, "that's a damned shame. Maybe you just haven't ever been with a guy that knows how to treat a lady."

He was still holding that length of heavy chain, and she shuddered at his approach, drawing up her knees up and trying to bide her nakedness. She had already seen how he thought a lady should be treated, and she wanted no more of that.

Seeing her gaze riveted to the chain in his hand, Raul smiled disarmingly and let the chain clatter to the floor. Then he crawled onto the bed, pushing her onto her back with unexpected gentleness as he maneuvered his body above hers. Quivering, but not resisting, Victoria lay back and let him settle astride her thighs.

She flinched when she felt his hairy balls pillow warmly against her cunt mound, and she stared past the twin peaks of her tits at his towering hard-on.

"Relax, baby," he soothed, kneading her firm tit mounds with both hands. "You be nice to me, and I'll be nice to you."

Victoria was very tense, because she knew Raul's tender and gentle ways at the moment would give way to raw violence at any minute. He was crazy. He couldn't be trusted. She had seen him blow up several times already, and she couldn't relax, even though he was being kind to her now.

"Why do you hate men?" he asked, his tone suggestive of a depth of understanding she knew he didn't have.

"I… I don't know why," she murmured honestly.

He took one of her hands and placed it on his big hard prick, forcing her to curl her dainty fingers around that warm throbbing monolith. He released his hold on her fingers slowly, watching her expression closely. She started to draw her hand away from his cock, but he quickly forced her to grasp it again. She could tell from the way his upper lip curled that he would not tolerate any form of rejection, no matter how subtle.

This time, when Raul released her hand, she maintained a firm grip on his big ugly prick. But she couldn't keep from wrinkling her nose in disgust at the feel of that hideous thing.

"There, now," he said, grinning. "That's what a nice big hard cock feels like. That's not so bad, is it?"

"No," she said meekly, maintaining her firm grip on his cock.

But her pained expression made it clear she did not find it exciting, either. Raul's satisfied grin evaporated and a frown clouded his face. He grabbed Victoria's other hand and shoved it between his balls and her cunt mound, forcing her to hold his hairy balls in her palm. His balls felt immense, and very heavy to her. She shivered as she thought of all the cum those bullish balls must contain.

"Yeah, like that," he said, releasing her hand. "Nice and easy on the balls. Like that?"

"No."

"Well, keep fuckin' till you do like it, bitch." Raul said, his tone sounding ominous again. "A man likes a woman that appreciates his cock and balls. Now you feel me up like you like it okay?"

It was the first time in her life that Victoria had ever fondle any man other than her husband, and she had rarely done that with him. But Raul's glaring gaze told her she'd better cooperate.

She caressed his furry balls with her palm, her knuckles rubbing her sore cunt slit as she did it. Her other hand on his cock, the curled fingers not even spanning the diameter of his cock lance, stroked up and down slowly. The dark skin on his cock moved as she jacked up and down, bunching behind the flared ridge of the slimy cock knob on the up stroke and drawing back tautly on each downstroke. As she watched, she saw a fresh flow of clear pre-cum emerging from the gaping piss slit, and the sight sickened her.

Closing her eyes to the obscene sight, Victoria forced herself to keep jacking him off and fondling his cum-bloated balls. But closing her eyes didn't keep her from feeling the warm and slippery slime that was soon running down his cock shaft and coating her stroking fingers.

Hoping that the bastard was climaxing which would disarm that seemingly perpetual hard-on of his, Victoria peeked through fluttering lashes. No, he wasn't shooting his cumload. It was only a profuse flow of that clear fluid. Andy did that when he was hot, too, but not nearly so much as this guy.

"That feels real good, Vicky," Raul said condescendingly. "And now, since you're bein' such a good girl, I'm gonna let you lick my prick."

Her eyes flew open, focusing instantly on his brown and slimy cock, which was glistening with a sheen of pre-cum now. Her hand stopped moving, and she gulped nervously.

"Come on now, blondy," he said, caressing her tits fondly. "Don't get all tense again. I won't cum in your mouth… I just like for a girl to lick my prick a little before I stick it up her ass." He smiled, raising up on his knees. "Makes me feel wanted, when a chick licks my cock."

Victoria gasped in dread as that ugly prick came toward her face, dripping warm pre-cum onto her naked tits. Panic overtook her. She couldn't lick that filthy thing!

Then she realized she still had one hand on the base of his cock and the other on his balls. His balls! He was vulnerable there, she knew.

Her mind reeling, Victoria quickly closed her hand, squeezing with all her strength as her fingers sank into the soft hairy flesh of Raul's balls.

"Oooowww!" he howled, lurching over her.

As he lunged forward in pain, his cock grazed the side of her face, leaving a warm trail of slimy pre-cum. But he kept going, diving from the bed and almost leaving his balls in her clutching hand. She let go at the last possible second, just as he tumbled headlong to the floor.

Victoria leaped from the bed, running for the open doorway. She was in a blind panic now. She didn't know where the other two guys were, but she hoped she could make it to the front door and escape out onto the street. Surely somebody would help her then.

She heard the enraged Mexican yelling behind her as she fled into the long hallway without looking back. She knew seconds were precious. She heard Raul's bare feet pounding the carpeting behind her, and she felt as if she were running in slow motion. The living room and the front door seemed so far away. It was as if the hallway kept extending farther ahead of her, stretching out as she ran. It was like a nightmare.

"Chuck! Scott!" Raul bellowed, very close on her heels now. "She's loose again!"

Victoria's pert tits bobbled as she ran frantically down the hall, with Raul at her heels. The hallway opened into the living room at the far end, and she thought she could make it to the front door before he caught her.

Her heart sank when she saw Chuck and Scott appear in the arched opening at the end of the hall, still naked, each holding an expensive bottle of fine wine. The pigs had raided the wine room again, and they were getting drunk. Just what she needed!

"What the fuck?" Scott blurted.

Victoria stopped dead for a second, her pulse racing as adrenaline flooded her veins.

"Stop the bitch, damn it!" Raul shouted. "She tried to rip my Goddamned balls off!"

He slumped against the wall, holding onto his hurt balls with both hands, finally allowing himself to experience the excruciating pain now that his buddies were on the scene.

As Chuck and Scott started to advance, Victoria spun about and dashed through a side door in the hallway, fleeing across the den and into the kitchen. She already knew she was hopelessly trapped, but she couldn't stop running. She ran blindly across the big galley kitchen, hearing the rapid padding of bare feet on the tile floor behind her.