Henry Perkins: Dungeon wife

"Nooo!" Debby screamed, but could do nothing to keep herself from returning.

She didn't swing as high. Marlowe's fingers cupped upward, slamming into the pussy-hair that lined the lower part of her slit. Most of the hair above her cunt was already gone, and his fingers found the largest patch that remained. His fingers tightened in her tattered cunt-hair. Then her weight reached its peak, and gravity called her back.

Cunt-hair ripped free, some of it plucked from the actual tender lips of her pussy. A thousand tiny volcanoes seemed to erupt on Debby's skin.

Her skin also tore on her wrists, the chains finally abrading through. But she didn't even notice that, so intense was the agony in her cunt. A trickle of blood ran down one arm, and specks of scarlet marked where each hair had been on her cunt. Her eyes rolled as her head wallowed back. Senselessness swept over her.

Unconscious, she still swung at the end of the chains, no longer caring or feeling whether or not any hair was pulled out.

Debby was flat on her back, with all her limbs spread as if she had been staked to the ground. She was naked on the stone floor, her arms and legs spread to cuffs that were bolted into the floor.

Her pussy ached. Lifting her head slightly, she looked down between her tits and could see the glistening sheen of some balm that had been rubbed into the mound of her cunt. She had been shaved, since there wasn't a single hair in her crotch. Scraped away with the remainder of her cunt-hair had been the specks of dried blood, but each damaged little follicle was a spot of angry red.

Her head fell back to the floor, banging the back of it hard against the rock. It was as if she were awakening from history's worst nightmare. But when her eyes cleared, she was staring up at the arched ceiling, and her hands and feet were still locked to the floor. Debby Rollins was still trapped in the clutches of the evil Joachim Marlowe and Debby's enraged husband, Tony.

Joachim had discarded his black robes. He stepped up to tower over her. In place of the robes was a massive, leather loincloth wrapped completely around his crotch and fastened to a thick leather belt. A leather vest made feeble attempts to cover a large, hairy barrel chest.

Muscles rippled his flesh – arms, body and legs – and Debby was stunned by the sight. His elderly body would have been stunning on the beach in the middle of a crowd of health conscious youths. The leather outfit complemented his body, but hid his cock and balls from her sight. Even his ass was bare.

"She's all worried again!" He laughed, talking once more as if to a friend somewhere out of sight. "She's looking up here at my bulging cock-mound and wondering whether I'm going to whip out an enormous fuck-weapon and screw it into her cunt!"

Debby realized she was doing just exactly what he said. She ripped her gaze from his leather-covered crotch and twisted her head away from him to look at the other side of the room.

"But I'm not going to," he said. Debby avoided looking at him, but listened intently to each of his words. "What I'm going to do is to let her fuct her own pussy with this large, rubber phallus."

"No!" Debby whined, as much to keep herself from looking as to deny that she would ever do such a thing. But, even though she fought it, her gaze was drawn back to his hands. Dangling from his fingers was the largest artificial cock she had ever seen. There was no way she wanted that dildo inside her cunt.

"Is that disgust I see in her face?" Joachim sneered. "Perhaps she doesn't want to fuck this into her pussy. I realize it's no compensation for going without my larger prick, but it's the best thing she has right now. Perhaps I should afford a little incentive."

He walked away from her. Debby's mouth hung open in disbelief. Surely he didn't expect her to believe that his prick was even larger than the enormous dildo. No wonder he wouldn't strip away the loincloth and let her see. After such a boast, it would be impossible for him to live up to what he had claimed.

"This girl is all spread out like a picnic cloth!" he exclaimed as he strode back with a glass beaker in his hand. Inside the glass container was a thick, clear liquid that swirled as it caught the light. "So let's add some reality. Here's something to eat – a little honey and water for something sweet."

He tipped the beaker, pouring the thick liquid down the center of her chest. Its trail dropped across her stomach and into her gaping cunt.

"And what could be more real than a few ants to spoil the best-laid picnic table. Do you think they will distress our young mistress?"

Another beaker appeared. This one seethed inside with a mass of undulating brown. Slowly, he tilted the open jar toward her chest and specks began to fall out toward her skin.

The small ants scurried across her tits even before he had finished pouring them down to her cunt. Debby hated insects. Her eyes clenched shut and she squealed. But nothing made the tiny, scurrying claws stop prickling at her skin. Hundreds of aunts had been poured down onto her, and each of them seemed to run wildly. Her tits were covered with ants scampering in every direction, and a few of them had even crept up onto her neck.

Debby drove her chin downward, trapping them between two layers of skin and crushing them to death. Her shoulder executed another ant against the base of her neck, but there was nothing she could do about the masses. They crawled over her, biting at her nipples, falling in her navel and scraping down the lips of her cunt. Only when they found the honeyed water did any of them stop, but even then she could feel the thousands of tiny, scratching ants.

"She is distressed," Joachim said matter-of-factly as Debby twisted violently in the cuffs. Her wrists were bleeding again, but the ants were more distressing. She tried futilely to shake them from her body, staring down, terrified, as she watched them hang on.

"What do you think she will do when they are inside her?" Joachim asked cryptically. "Do you think she'll want to fuck herself with the rubber cock."

Debby tore her gaze from the ants that were clinging to her tits and glanced up at the demon man. In one hand he still held the seething beaker, and in the other a long glass straw. The end of the clear tube was inserted into the mass of wriggling ants, and Debby could see it quickly fill up with the tumbling bodies.

Joachim lifted it free, careful not to spill the insects trapped inside. Then he turned and dropped to his knees between Debby's spread calves. When the tube was shoved deeply into her pussy, he leaned forward and placed his lips around the other end.

He blew. Air rushed into her. And borne on that wind was a hundred crawling insects that tumbled alive into her cunt.

"Aeeeiii!" Debby screamed.

She felt them begin scratching their way around her sensitive cunt-walls. Her pussy-hole was alive with filthy ants. Maddened by their new environment, they began to nip and bite.

Her hands suddenly became free. Joachim released them after her cunt had been filled with the ants. Debby's body popped up. She sat flat on her ass. Her hands flashed around the front of her body, brushing ants from her tits and her stomach.

But it was the ones gnawing in her cunt that were driving her wild. Both hands whipped to her pussy and she stuck her fingers up her cunthole. A few ants were crushed by her four fingers clawing in her pussy, but most of the insects were too far inside for her to reach. Panicked, she glanced around for something she could use.

The massive dildo dangled from Joachim's fingers again. Her hand slid from her pussy and grabbed for the needed weapon. The dildo was slightly out of her grasp. She screamed when her fingertips just brushed it, panicking in her frustration.