Marvin Cox: Tied up neighbor wife

"Yes," Sharon whispered, giving the man a slight grin. "As long as it's hard and full of cum."

"What else do you like?" he asked, moving the tip of his index finger up and down an especially long welt just under her left breast.

"Anything," Sharon said, shivering to his touch.

"Is that a fact? Well, let's just see about that. OK?" He kissed her for a few moments, then pulled back. "My name is Jeff, by the way," he said. "What's yours?"

"Sharon," she replied, wishing he would get on with it.

"Well, Sharon," he said, fumbling with his clothes, "get yourself ready for a real fuck." He turned to Mike. "See you later, buddy. The lady and I want to be alone."

While Sharon watched Jeff undress, she trembled with pleasure. How could she have been so foolish as to think that two weeks as a captive here was going to be bad?

It was going to be heaven!

When Sharon saw the man fully naked, she felt her pussy convulse with pleasure. Her pussy lips puckered, readying themselves for the sensation of his massive cock sliding deeply inside, spitting out masses of hot cum.

"Ohhhh, take me," she whispered, her voice a throaty growl of pleasure.

"You take me first, baby," Jeff said, moving his fingers deftly over the knots at her wrists.

Somewhat disappointed, yet a little wary, she didn't object when he untied her and moved her to the bed. Perhaps he had some tricks up his sleeve also. Would he gain her confidence, then?

When he lay beside her, she studied him more carefully. He was a giant of a man, muscular and sensuous. His hair was sandy brown, his eyes a golden brown. His face was square, and he sported a dark brown mustache that drooped to his chin, framing a slight cleft.

The most outstanding thing about him, however, was between his muscular, hairy legs. His cock was actually almost a foot long and as big around as her wrist. A loose sheath of foreskin was pulled slightly away from the thick, purplish-colored cockhead. Underneath hung two cum-filled balls as big as peaches.

"You have anything special you want done?" she asked, lowering her face to his crotch and running the tip of her pink tongue over the rough hairy surface of his balls.

"Maybe," Jeff said, placing his hand on the back of her head.

"Am I going to have to do all the work?" Sharon teased, positioning herself between his legs and running her fingers over his powerful thighs.

"For a little while," Jeff grinned. "Just take advantage of the time… while you can."

The tone of his voice sounded slightly threatening, but she didn't pay attention. Instead, she was concentrating fully on his massive prick. After holding it up and admiring it for several seconds, she closed her mouth around the gigantic cockhead and pushed het lips down the throbbing shaft.

"Ah… good," Jeff grunted, humping his hips upward as he saw her lips eat into the dark bristles at the root of his cock. "Right down your cock sucking throat, baby!"

After what she'd gone through with Brad and Mike, she had hoped this wouldn't be such a tame experience. It seemed, however, that Jeff just wanted to lie there while she sucked him off. She felt a sense of urgency, almost resentment. She ran her nails up and down his thighs, scraping them into the hard-muscled flesh.

Still, a girl could be worse off.

"You like it bad, don't you?" Jeff said, moving his other hand to the back of her head.

"Mmm-hmmm," Sharon murmured, her mouth still around his prick, her tongue lapping furiously over the smooth, rubbery surface.

"Thai's what I thought," the man said. "And you've come to the right place."

He got off the bed suddenly, dragging her with him. He threw her to the floor, at the foot of the bed. Quickly, he grabbed the ropes that lay beside them and attached them to her wrists. After checking the knots, he tied the ends of the rope to the frame of the bed, pulling the slack so hard her tits heaved upward.

"Ouch!" Sharon gasped, feeling as if her arms would tear off. "It hurts!"

"No shit," Jeff said, his voice cold. He then kissed her brutally on the mouth. "Well, baby, this is heaven compared to what comes next."

He got up and left the room, leaving her alone. And as she sat there, her head against the mattress, she had time to think. Somewhere in the house, she heard Nancy scream, causing her to flinch.

This wasn't a game. It was really happening. And the worst part of it was, she didn't know any of the rules. Until today, she hadn't even met any of these people. They could do anything to her. And what recourse did she have?

"You stupid jerk," she said to herself, wishing she were in the safety of her own house next door. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

She heard Nancy scream out again, the tone chilling her to the bone. If Brad would let Mike hurt his wife like that, only God knows what he would let the men do to her, a stranger! Her body seemed engulfed in cold terror. If only she'd stayed at home like a good wife.

When she saw the door open, she felt her insides constrict. Slowly, her mouth gaped open.

There stood Jeff, looking like some sort of pagan God, his body tensed. And what he held in his right hand caused her to choke on her fear. A length of chain dangled to the floor, looking like some sort of distorted, evil, metal snake.

"Wha-what are you going to do?" she finally spluttered.

"You'll find out," Jeff said, his voice thick with lust. He walked over and knelt between her legs. He then draped the chain around her neck and pulled it tight. "I'm gonna make you scream, baby. Fucking scream your life away!"

For the first time, Sharon understood the expression about being scared shitless. She felt her ass muscles loosen.

"Please… God, please," she gasped, barely able to talk.

Although she knew it would be useless, she struggled to free herself. Her movements, however, only increased the pain. Metal and rope cut into her flesh like blades.

"Don't you want this?" Jeff grinned, his eyes flashing with raw lust.

"I… I've changed my mind," Sharon whimpered, now fully realizing just what a fool she'd been to get involved with these maniacs. She then remembered what Brad had said about Jeff. He was supposed to be the roughest. And that chain…

The metal tightened around her throat, causing her face to flush, turn slightly purple. She gagged, trying to breathe, but her lungs were on fire.

"Know what I'm gonna do with this chain?" Jeff asked, releasing the pressure slightly.

Sharon shook her head, afraid to answer. He looked insane, animal-like. Was he going to beat her with it? Choke her to death? God, if only she could have this day to live over again!

"Baby, I'm gonna shove this fucking chain up your ass," Jeff said. "And then you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna yank it out and start you up like a fucking lawn mower."

Before Sharon could scream out, his mouth was on hers, savage and demanding. At the same time, she felt the add metal drop from her neck and slide down her shoulders.

"Mmmmffff!" she spluttered, her body freezing with cold, pure terror.

"One fucking link at a time, whore," Jeff snarled, nibbling across her cheek to her right ear. "Now the first one… you ready, baby?"

Just thinking about the horror of it almost made Sharon faint. But when she felt the cold metal slip between her legs, she jerked, her eyes widening with terror. While holding her neck with one hand, he moved the end of the chain into the crack of her ass.

"No! God, no!" she screamed, her flesh crawling.

"Here's the first link," Jeff said, squeezing the rounded piece of metal against her shitter. "Just think, baby, only about fifty to go."

Sharon shrieked with agony when the first link squeezed inside her asshole. Her entrance stretched, then seemed to burn. The chain links had to be as big around as his cock, but harder, more violent. Pain flooded her body like liquid fire.