John Friday: Captive wives

Alice began to see she'd not been completely fair, but it was too late. With a gag in her mouth, there was nothing she could say. She tried desperately to plead for forgiveness with her eyes, but it was too late for that, too. Stan wasn't even looking, he was bending down along the wall at the foot of the bed.

"I've been wishing I had a fucking whip," he said, "but this will have to do." He pulled loose the heavy black rubber extension cord that brought power to their portable color TV. Stan had won that in a contest at the plant, being foreman on the shift with the best safety record for the entire year.

"You probably never even thought of that," he said with a sneer. "The color TV you watch every night – where the hell do you think it came from?" Stan swung the thick cord, snapping it like a whip. "I know… you get a fucking fifteen percent discount at the store. And what did you do with that? You bought a Goddamn leather coat that cost two months' pay."

Alice shivered when she thought of that beautiful suede leather coat with its wide, rich cob of gleaming silver fox. The first time she'd worn it was to that party last winter when she talked so much about her job and the wonderful raise she'd just received.

Stan swung his arm in a vicious arc. The black cord hissed and slashed through the air, running right up the middle of her chest. The plug at the end hit just below her chin and left a red knot the size of a half dollar.

"Muuugh!" Alice screamed, the sound of her terror muffled by the thick wad of cloth tied securely in her mouth. Her eyes blazed like torches – fiery torches ignited by searing pain.

"That's for the party. This is for doing the same damn thing at the company picnic, making me feel like an ass in front of guys I have to work with every day!"

The heavy cord began another swirling arc. It fell slightly to her left this time, rolling up and over the soft mound of her tit, leaving a raised red welt where it touched.

"And this is for all the damn times I don't know about!" Stan swung his arm to the right this time, striping his wife's writhing body with the third red welt.

He hauled the black wire back and doubled it, grinning as it slid across her trembling body, twisting in long S curves like a venomous snake. When he lashed out again, the doubled cord hit on the white domed surface of her belly and made an upside down teardrop-shaped welt. The two stinging red lines of the burn pointed directly toward her cunt.

Alice pitched wildly, first to one side, then to the other, fighting against silky strands of cloth that had seemed so soft only moments before, when draped on her lush figure. Now, twisted hard and knotted tight, the fabric of her sheer nightgown chafed her thrashing wrists and ankles.

"That's to wake up your cold and lifeless cunt," Stan said, rolling back his arm to launch another hissing loop of black cord.

The burning lash struck closer to her cunt this time and left a rounded welt just above her abundant spread of sleek dark pussy hair.

Her writhing body gleamed with sweat. It gave her cunt hair a sheen like oil floating on the restless water of a lake. Alice felt choking fear. When each bolt of pain swelled, a scream formed, but could not escape beyond the gag. It remained trapped inside until her lungs burned. Then with her mouth stuffed full, she could not breathe in air enough to cool the heat of her torment.

"Now for that Goddamn hair of yours!" Stan dropped the cord and disappeared into the bathroom. "You know how I hate the way it is now?"

He began running water into a plastic bucket from the bathtub spigot.

Alice's hair swept up the back of her long neck and was set in a billow of swirling curls. Like a crown, her kinky hairdresser had said.

"It looks like an exploding volcano to me! And it's sprayed with so much shit, it feels like a helmet and stinks like my old chemistry set. I'm going to LOVE messing it up!"

Stan walked back to the foot of the bed carrying the sloshing bucket full of water high in front of his chest. Alice's eyes widened in stunned anticipation. She held her breath and then squinted until she could not see.

Worn soft and loose, her shining black hair reached the middle of her back. And that's how Stan liked it. He pitched the bucket toward her face and jerked it back, leaving a long, arched column of after suspended briefly in midair.

Alice chanced to look just before it splashed down on her face. She gasped in a swelling rage, and when the flood hit, it felt like she was drowning. She sucked in water through her nose and sputtered violently.

He stripped off the pajamas that she'd insisted he wear lately. Stan preferred to sleep and fuck completely nude.

"And damn it, that's the way it's going to be," he said. "For you too!"

His cock seemed to lunge at her. Long, thick and hard, his prick was poised, swaying like a snake prepared to strike. Alice felt a nervous shiver when she saw his huge cock. It was enormous! And so beautifully repulsive with its web of pulsing blue veins.

As soon as his pajamas hit the floor, Stan stepped out of the heap and bent toward her to tear away the remains of her nightgown, leaving her wet and shivering and completely naked under his leering gaze.

He dropped on his knees between her bound legs at the foot of the bed. Alice felt a strange, gnawing sensation. Never in the ten years of their marriage had Stan acted anything like this. And never in those ten years had he excited her so wildly. She felt both drawn to him and compelled to squirm away. Every nerve and fiber in her body twitched from the awful strain of intense desire mixed with loathing.

Stan dug into her pussy with his lips churning. No teasing, no tenderness. He simply pounced and began to spear her cunt with his tongue while the hard tip of his nose ground and twisted on her clit.

"Hhhuuummmph!" she gasped, muffled by the gag. Alice felt tingling shock spiral into her from the base of her cunt. Her face clenched itself in a knot.

His tongue worked deep into her juicy pussy slit. Soft cunt walls ringed with writhing bands of muscle closed on him, moving with a wave-like motion, puffing in and pushing out – both at once.

"Mmmuuuuphhh!" Alice cried in strangled delight.

Bright beads of water flew in all directions from the frantic tossing of her head. Wet curls broke from her elaborate crown and scattered themselves around her face.

Stan slid his hands up her sides, into the curve of her narrow waist, over the ridge of her rib cage and onto her creamy soft tits. His fingers, spread like claws, marched up the heaving slopes of her tits and gathered tightly on her nipples. Then they spread and slid back down to feel her up all over again.

The next time, he reached up to the sides of her craning neck, across her cheeks and into her tangled wet hair. He tugged and demolished the hairdresser's work, chuckling to himself as long strands of her black hair spilled, free.

Alice could feel his lips nibble at her belly, a softly sloped little hill of flesh still red and smarting from the sting of the electric cord.

"Hhhhaaa!" she moaned. She could also feel the heat of his cockhead edging nearer to her wet cunt.

"I'm going to take the gag out now," he told her. "Just because I want to hear you scream!"

"Bastard!" she hissed, still trying to work the stiffness out of her jaw.

He only grinned and covered her squirming lips with his. Her hot breath bulged his cheeks. His tongue shot out and clashed with hers. It tasted like cunt, and it made her groan and roll her head, trying uselessly to get away.

Stan reached down and strummed her juicy clit with the knob of his cock. He could feel his heartbeat in his aching prickhead, sense the boiling pressure in his nuts as their heavy load of stored jism raged to burst free.