Marvin Cox: Tied up neighbor wife

Totally spread-eagled, Sharon was glad now that he had used wet cloth instead of the ropes. It didn't cut into her flesh like the hemp.

"This is going to be good," she gasped. "I just know it."

Already her pussy was on fire with desire, oozing a stream of opaque juice that burned the insides of her thighs.

"Fuck me," she whispered, throwing her head around, pulling against the bonds. "God, stick that big cock in and bang on my pussy, you bastard."

Mike rechecked the knots to make sure she was securely bound, then took a step backward. As his eyes moved over her body, his cock pulsated with such strength, it looked like it was about to burst.

"You'd be amazed how many women talk themselves into this sort of thing," he said, his voice thick with, lust.

Sharon flinched, suddenly realizing she'd made a mistake. She had read him all wrong! He wasn't the gentle creature she'd thought. He was probably more cruel than Brad. The expression in his eyes was cold, like that of a vampire.

"You… you're not going to hurt me, are you?" she asked, her voice high-pitched, frightened.

"That's what you said you wanted, baby," Mike said, a wide grin forming on his handsome face. He touched her breasts with the fingers of his right hand. "Isn't it?"

Sharon couldn't believe how stupid she'd been, to have actually asked for this! She didn't know the man, and they were alone. Nancy and Brad wouldn't lift a finger to help. She knew that. Why, he could kill her if he wanted. Although she knew it was useless to scream, she screamed, anyway.

"Close your fucking mouth," Mike said, his eyes flashing with cruel lust, "or I'll have to fucking close it for you, bitch!"

Sharon couldn't stop screaming. The mere touch of his fingers, the way he was looking at her like a hungry dog over a meaty bone filled her with growing horror.

Almost casually, Mike reached down and picked up another strip of the wet towel. He then rolled it into a ball and stuffed it inside her open mouth, cutting off her scream. While she tried to spit it out, he took another piece of cloth and tied it around her mouth. When he jerked the knot at the back of her head, the cloth stretched savagely across both her cheeks.

"There," he said, moving away from her body.

Sharon's eyes widened with terror. She struggled against the bonds, but it was useless. She was his prisoner and he could do anything he wanted. She felt a rumble of vomit at the back of her throat.

"Want it to hun?" Mike asked, his smile a grimace. "Well, baby, get ready for pain!"

Watching with horror so real she could smell it, Sharon saw him reach for the rest of the wet towel. When he wrapped the end of it around his right hand, then twisted the rest of it into a long, tapering tube, she knew what was going to happen.

"Mmmmffff!" she choked, jerking her legs and arms, feeling the knots eat into her flesh.

She had been wrong. The wet cloth was worse than the ropes. The more she struggled, the sharper they seemed, now almost like knife blades. She gave out another scream, her eyes on the towel in his hand. Mike swung the towel around then, popping it in the air like a whip. He hit her with the tip of it. As it whistled through the air and smacked the nipple of her right breast, she experienced pain before contact was made. Her body bucked, then fell limp. She screamed through the cloth in her mouth, but her voice was only a soft gurgle.

"Does it hurt, baby?" Mike growled, every muscle in his body tightening. "Huh? Does this, you little whore?"

He hit her again, this time the towel finding her cunt mound.

Sharon thought she had known pain until this moment. The lashings of the towel were like animal bites, eating into her flesh. She jerked and writhed against her knotted bonds, but it only increased the agony. She looked quickly to her right and saw that her hand was a mottled purple, as were her feet and ankles. Still, she struggled, hoping by some miracle she could break free and run.

"Take it, baby," Mike cried out, hitting her again and again, covering her body with inch-long red welts. "You fucking said you wanted it to hurt."

When Sharon knew she would faint, he stopped. There was a silence in the room for a few seconds, save for his rapid breathing and her muffled grunts.

A couple of seconds later, however, new terror flashed in her eyes. He moved over toward the bed and grasped a long piece of rope that Brad had used before. Slowly, he walked back over toter and slipped the rough, hairy-looking hemp over her body.

"Mmmffff!" she begged, shaking her head back and forth. She could almost see the rope cutting into her flesh if he was going to beat her with that too.

"Hey, don't worry," Mike grinned, his face flushed, "I'm through getting you primed, baby. Now for some fun!"

He suddenly wrapped the rope about her chest, tying it in a figure-eight around her tits. He yanked the slack out and tied it behind her neck. The pressure of the rope caused her tits to rise even higher, almost touching her chin. Her skin was raw, alive with fiery pain.

Again she yelled out, her voice lost in the material of the wet towel in her mouth.

"Oh, I like it like this," Mike said, moving between her outstretched legs. "Makes you wiggle around like an eel. I'll hardly have to do any work at all when I fuck you, baby."

Another burning spasm of pain drilled into Sharon's body. This time, the sensation shot into her cunt. When he stabbed his rock-hard cock deeply inside her pussy, she felt as if the top of her head would blow off. Because her body was so tense with agony, her cunt walls had constricted, making it seem like even a pencil couldn't have gotten inside her.

Ten inches of thick cock did, however.

No, her mind screamed. God, please stop this! It's killing me!

"Take it, you little slut!" Mike growled, withdrawing his prick and slamming back inside. "Ahhh… yes, baby, take every fucking inch and fuck it right up to your cumsucking throat."

His move, and her writhings, caused her body to spasm with pure, raw torture. The bonds at her wrists and ankles, and the rough hemp cutting into the flesh of her breasts felt like gnawing teeth.

Those sensations, however, were nothing compared to the horror that swept inside her cunt. His cock was like a cattle prod, grinding savagely in and out of her pussy, stretching her fuck-hole to the breaking point.

She threw her head to one side, hitting the side of her head against the wall. Another muffled shriek escaped through the wet material of the towel in her mouth.

"Does it hurt enough baby?" Mike grunted, heaving his ass back and forth, puncturing her pussy with his massive, rock-hard prick shaft. "Hmmmmm, baby? Is this fucking good enough for your little whore pussy?"

Sharon tried to faint, but she couldn't. It was as if her consciousness was like a mocking imp inside her brain. And the pain grew even worse. She wondered suddenly if he would ruin her forever.

That horrible cock shaft was savage, scraping her constricted walls, reaming her out. It was going to eat right into her guts, tear her membranes. It was going to… it was…

A sensation she was afraid to name she might be wrong in her confused terror filtered into her body, almost as if it had permeated her flesh. Slowly, like oozing oil, it worked toward the back of her cunt, then moved forward. The muscles inside her pussy loosened slightly, decreasing the painful friction of his pounding shaft.

"That's it, whore," Mike grunted, increasing the momentum of his fucking. "Suck on my cock with that little pussy of yours."

Sharon didn't know what was happening to her. Maybe the pain was just so horrible she'd reached the saturation point; she didn't know. Yet, it seemed to lessen in some areas of her body. As it did, pleasure yes, pleasure smoldered in others. It was a delicious feeling, she thought, to suffer agony and ecstasy at the same time, almost as if they were mirror reflections of the same sensation.