Jason Bonds - Chained trained wife

Abruptly, she was arrested in mid-flight by rough hands that grabbed her upper arms. She was yanked to a halt so suddenly that it nearly snapped her delicate neck.

"Ooomph!" she grunted, kicking her legs wildly as the two men held her. "Let me go, you scumbags!"

"Damned if you aren't one crazy lady." Scott said, shaking his head. He took a swig of wine, then set the bottle on the cabinet. "Raul's gonna make it real bad for you now… you can count on that."

"Yeah," Chuck said, a wicked hint of relish in his tone. "I don't know if I've got the stomach to watch this or not."

Chuck kept guzzling wine from his bottle while he and Scott held Victoria easily in place, despite her frantic struggling.

When Raul came limping into the kitchen, she stopped squirming and almost went limp, but the two men held her up firmly, forcing her to face the man she had just inflicted such pain on.

The big man approached her like an enraged bull, nostrils flaring, eyes wild looking, every muscle in his brawny body raised prominently with tension. He was still holding onto his injured balls, and beads of sweat glistened on his brow.

She shrank back in the other men's grips, wishing she could black out, or die, anything to end this madness.

"You stupid cunt," Raul said hoarsely. "I tried to be nice to you. I told you it was your choice how things were gonna be. Didn't I?"

"For God's sake," Victoria whispered pitifully. "Let me go."

"You made the choice, baby," Raul said. He reached for her crotch, causing her to jerk. But his fingers slid down her raw cuntal slit and under, probing at her asshole. "You're gonna get my big dick up that little tiny asshole, bitch… right now."

While he jabbed his finger roughly into her dry asshole, Raul snatched Scott's bottle from the counter and took a big swig. He kept his eyes on Victoria's face while the wine gurgled into his mouth and his Adam's apple bobbed, finger-fucking her ass and clawing his thumb into her sore pussy at the same time.

Looking down in horror, Victoria saw the Mexican's limp prick swelling and rising again as the feel of her lovely body turned him on once more. She couldn't believe it. She thought for sure she had disabled him for life. He wasn't even human!

Raul held the bottle aloft and kept swigging, until the bottle was empty. Then he slammed it down on the counter and glanced around the kitchen, keeping his busy fingers embedded in Victoria's cunt and ass while the other two men held her still.

The Mexican gaze came to rest on the built in microwave oven nearby. His thick lips curled and his strange eyes narrowed as a grin came over his face.

"Over here, bitch," he snapped, yanking her toward the microwave oven. "I'm gonna cook your brains or fuck your ass… your choice like always."

The other two laughed as Raul opened the door to the oven and shoved her head inside. Her long hair caught on something, tearing at her scalp as he pushed her.

"You know how microwaves cook?" Raul asked, holding her easily in place with her head inside the oven. "They cook meat from the inside out. That's how. Your brain's gonna fry first, and that pretty face goes last. You wanna go that way?"

"She won't miss her brain, anyway," Chuck said. "Stupid cunt."

"It won't work, Raul," Scott said. "The damned thing won't work without the door closed."

"The hell it won't." Raul said confidently. "See that little button just inside right there? Stick your finger in that."

Scott wasn't overly eager, but he did as Raul suggested. Then Raul turned the timer and pushed the start button.

There was a sudden whirring noise and a light came on in the oven, illuminating Victoria's blonde hair eerily.

"Aaaiiieee!" she shrieked. "Noooo!"

She didn't feel anything yet, but the knowledge of what was coming sent her into hysterics. She screamed and squirmed, but Raul held her firmly in place, keeping her head in the oven.

"Shit!" Scott blurted, releasing the safety button and jerking his hand back. "I don't want my fuckin hand in that oven when those microwaves are shootin' everywhere. Fuck that shit!"

Victoria was whining and gasping, her bare tits mashed against the lower edge of the open oven door. The light had gone out and that horrid whirring noise had ceased, but the terror lingered. She thought she might faint. She wondered if the microwaves had already damaged her brain in that brief moment of exposure. How could they do a thing like this to another human being?

"Fuck you, buddy," Raul said. "I can do it myself if she gives me any more trouble." He jerked roughly on Victoria's hair, but kept her head in the oven. "Understand, hard head?"

"Yes… yes, I understand!" she cried out loudly. "Believe me, I understand! Just keep your hand off that button, for God's sake! This is too dangerous!"

Scott chuckled. "Looks like we finally found something the iron lady's really scared of."

"Yeah," Raul said. "That's more like it, Vicky. Better to use your head while you've still got it."

Raul moved behind her naked ass, pushing the slimy tip of his skinned-back prick between her creamy ass cheeks. She tensed when she felt his spongy cock head pressing against her asshole.

"Jesus!" Chuck laughed. "You gonna fuck her like that… with her head in the oven?"

"Why the hell not?" Raul said, keeping her wrists clamped behind her back with one strong hand. "It's the only thing I've found that'll keep the bitch quiet."

Victoria whimpered, her head still in the microwave oven, as she felt the pressure against her tight asshole increase.

"Man," Scott said, "Your prick looks about stigma her little body. Maybe you're gonna split her right in half."

Victoria knew that was an exaggeration, to increase her terror. Scott was good at that. But she also knew Raul did have the biggest cock in the bunch… nearly a foot of ugly cock meat. She had never had anything rammed up her ass before, and she wondered if she would survive it. She had to! She would not give them the pleasure of seeing her die, impaled on that crazy Mexican's colossal cock. Her revenge would be to not only survive this, but to endure it without complaint how the bastards would hate that?

"Hold her hands, guys." Raul said. "I want to enjoy this."

Standing to each side, Scott and Chuck each took one of Victoria's hands, holding her arms outstretched while her head remained in the oven.

Raul gasped the bent-over blonde's tiny waist with his big hands and shoved his loins forward, forcing the plum sized knob of his fucker into her resisting asshole.

Victoria bit her lip, sucking in a deep breath as she felt her taut ass ring stretching around the man's invading cock head. Goose bumps pimpled her pale flesh as she braced herself for the brutal penetration she knew was coming. But she didn't permit herself to cry out, despite the pain.

For a moment, the big Mexican stood there behind her, gripping her waist, his cock connecting his loins to her pale ass like a giant brown bolt.

"Damn, she's tight!" he rasped, looking down at the way his huge prick was wedged between her ass cheeks. "Yeah! This fuck's gonna be one for my Hall of Fame for sure! What a hot little ass!"

"Give her some more, man!" Chuck urged, holding Victoria's hand tightly as he watched. "Give her the whole thing."

Raul pushed again, fucking several inches of cock meat into the hot tightness of Victoria's ass. She gasped, banging her head against the inside of the microwave oven as she involuntarily lurched forward. But Chuck and Scott pulled on her arms, quickly immobilizing her; it felt to Victoria as if someone were cramming a baseball bat up her ass. She didn't know how muck of that monster cock was in her guts now, but she felt stuffed full. It seemed impossible that she could take another inch of prick up her ass.