Nathan Silvers - Chained slave wife

Finally, they fell exhausted across the bed and Sylvia felt John's cock slide out of her asshole, and Monique undid the straps of the vibrator and cased that out of her satisfied cunt. She lay there, in the luxury of blissful satisfaction and heard Monique as she smoothed her maid's dress down and got off the bed.

"I think you should let me give you a nice warm bath, sir. Then we'll be ready to get that wonderful cock of yours hard again while we watch them train your wife to be as obedient as she should be."

Sally stirred on the soft carpet. Her ass and tits still ached from the whipping, but it was a strange warmth now, almost caressing her body. She looked up. Hank, Cindy and Patrick were ignoring her, stretched out on a sofa and chairs, watching a video. Sally took a more careful look as she heard them chuckle. She was horrified. On the video, there was Sylvia, bent over a sofa and it looked like the sofa Cindy and Patrick were on – sucking Hank's cock while Cindy whipped her ass.

Sally looked around desperately. She had to find a way out. All she had to do was get to one of the cars and get away, tell the police, have them all arrested. There had to be a door. She saw it, behind her, half hidden from the others by one of those horrible pieces of sexual apparatus.

Slowly and quietly, Sally wormed her way across the floor toward the door, looking back at each moment to make sure the others were still engrossed in the dirty movie. At the door she took one more look and reached for the handle.

"It's locked," said Hank, not even looking behind him. "You can't get out, bitch." Slowly he got up from the chair and turned toward her. "Come over here."

Sally tried the door, but he hadn't been lying. "Fuck off!" she shouted. "You can't keep me here. I'll tell the police when I get out, have you all mated."

Hank just laughed. "Come here," he said.

Sally swore at him again.

"Don't make me come and get you," he warned.

"Fuck off, you bastard! Fuck off!" Sally screamed.

"Your last chance," said Hank, and he picked up the birch again.

Sally looked at it and went weak in the knees. She remembered the pain of it only too well, but something else was working in her. She didn't know what it was, but it shook her body, and her pussy was damp… and she suddenly saw the man at the top of the stairs again, outlined against the light, coming slowly down until his enormous cock was inches from her face and she was gasping for breath.

"Fuck off!" she yelled at Hank.

Brutally, he grabbed her, spun her around and flung her over to a low bench, padded and with a bar above it with leather bindings hanging from it. Cindy and Patrick were there as her helpless body reached it.

"She gets what Monique got – with some changes," Hank said and the other two grabbed Sally and flung her on her back across the bench.

She screamed and struggled, fighting for all she was worth as they took her hands and bound them tightly to the sides of the bench. Then they took her ankles and pushed them over her head and lashed them to the bindings hanging from the bar. Cindy and Patrick pulled the bench, stretching her arms out and forcing her head back so that it hung over the edge, just about level with Hank's knees. He stood over her, legs wide apart, and he had one of those dreadful knotted whips in his hand as well as the birch.

"Jack her up," said Hank.

Sally found the bench rising under her bound body, lifting her face inch by inch up closer to that enormous cock of Hank's where it stretched the leather of his pants.

Not only was she getting closer to Hank's cock, the bar holding her legs was not moving upward as well. So her legs were being forced closer and closer to her body, her ass was being forced higher and higher, and Cindy and Patrick were spreading her ankles as her legs came down, exposing her even more.

"That's enough," said Hank.

Sally whimpered and struggled in futile rage as an extra leather belt was laid across her hips and tied down tightly, so that she could hardly move at all. Then she felt hands on her panties, pulling at them.

Hank snapped: "No! Leave them until she begs me to tear them off."

"You bastard!" Sally screamed. "You fucking cunt, let me go, let me go, you… you fucking sadist!"

"Oh, yes," said Hank. "You got it, baby, you got it, but I know how to choose. Every slave I break in learns to love it – and you will, too."

"Fuck off. I won't… never, never, never! Fuck off!"

Hank just chuckled again. "First I'm gonna give that great little ass of yours some warm-up for being a bad little slave," he said. "And then we're gonna whip that pussy of yours, and other places if we have to, until you beg us to tear those seventy-dollar panties off you and fuck you whatever way we like."

Sally heard the swish of the birch. She screamed and wept on the bench, her head rolling, her body feeling each tiny prick of the pain that shot out from her ass cheeks.

"Next time I tell you to do something," said Hank, getting another scream as he cut across her tender ass flesh again, "you will do it right away. Got that?"

Hank brutally whipped her ass in a series of hard solid blows. Most of the twin globes of her ass were still hidden by the silk panties, but the reddened and glowing flesh that could be seen was crimson. Hank sensed it was time to lay into her hard. His arm went back and he thrashed the rod over Sally's ass flesh again and again in a frenzy of lust.

Something was happening to Sally. Every thrust of the whip hurt as much, but the pain now spread in softer waves, out from her whipped ass and over her body, mingling with strange sensations coming from deep in her cunt. Things were triggering down there, new feelings, sending juices through her pussy, making her moan with lust. Now the pain from the birch was almost gone, and each stroke fed the fire in her body, made the walls of her cunt spasm, trying to get hold of something big and hard that should be up there.

"Oh, fuck," she sobbed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Her head rolled off the edge of the bench, her body went crazy and… her ass was reaching for the whip… it couldn't be, she wasn't like that… she was… oh, God, she was!

"Oh, yes! I'll do whatever you want!" she suddenly screamed. "Anything!" She was coming helplessly, driven to insane lust by the whip.

Hank stopped whipping her, which got a desperate scream from the bound woman, her body contorting as her orgasm broke in midstream, needing the whip to feed it.

"What is it?" Hank asked, his fingers running softly over her ass.

Sally moaned, her legs heaving against the bar.

"Is there something you want, little girl?" asked Hank.

Sally moaned, but she couldn't give in, the horrible suggestion he was making to her. "Fuck off."

Hank laughed and stepped back. He tossed the birch aside and took the nine-tailed whip in his hand.

"Now for that little pussy of yours," he said.

His strokes were expert. Standing directly behind Sally, he flicked the whip exactly into her spread pussy, still just hidden by the thin silk panties. To Sally, it was as if she were falling down an endless pit and suddenly the leather landed in her pussy and sent her skyrocketing up again on the wings of a new pain. Her screech was already different.

Hank was whipping her at the center of her desire, laying the knotted leather at the point that could release the full force of her come. By the third stroke she was berserk, rolling and moaning, her legs trying to spread wider for the whip. At her side, Cindy held Patrick's cock and worked it slowly as they watched the performance, Hank's arm throwing the whip into Sally's cunt, and Sally moaned with each blow. She lay there, her eyes closed, her body submitting utterly.