Robert Vickers - Tied up wife

She was helpless, still his prisoner.

If anything, she was in a more painful and degrading position. Her ass was up in the air for his every lewd, obscene attention. The candle still jutted out of her cunt, despite the flood of her fuck fluids. And the way her entire body ached, she didn't know how much more she could stand.

The only relief she had was that her cunt was no longer stretched to the point where she felt delicate tissues tear and rip inside her.

"Don't do this to me!" she begged. Her head flopped around on the seat of the chair, a halo of hair all around her.

"I'll do anything I want! Feel this cunt? Feel it?"

She shuddered as his prick drove between the thick slabs of her asscheeks. The huge prick spread her rosy pink ass into two separate globes of firm flesh, then plunged down into the humid canyon to seek out her asshole.

When she felt the huge, knobby crown of his cock poke into her asshole, she had to let out a low moan. And it wasn't a moan of pleasure. This hurt. It hurt worse than she'd have thought possible.

At his prick nudged deeper into her anus, she began to twitch and writhe around, trying to escape. But that wasn't possible. The ropes held her hands too securely. And they weren't any looser around her ankles. The flesh on her wrists and ankles was chafed and cut and raw. She could barely stand the dancing needles of pain she felt.

But it was the candle still stuffed up her cunt that gave her the most agony. She hadn't thought such a thing was possible. Even melting down from her body's heat, it was a constant source of pain for her.

The long, thick candle was rigid and refused to bend. No matter how she squeezed down on it with her cunt muscles, it refused to budge. It was too firmly lodged up her twat.

And now that he was poking into her asshole, he would soon be fucking her. That would make two long, thick rods in her body. One was made of unyielding wax. The other would give – a little. But it would also be moving inside her with all the pent-up desires in the man's loins.

He would fuck her while that candle remained thrust all the way up into her tortured cunt.

"Stop it! STOP! I can't stand this any longer!"

"You'll have to, won't you, slut? I'm not going to help you. You tried using sex against me to make me stop. I won't stop. I'm going to get my rocks off and to hell with you!"

The purple glans was inside her rectum now. She felt torn apart, betrayed. He was driving his cock into her with the slow, sure moves of man totally certain of his territory. There was none of the desperate fucking she'd hoped he would demonstrate.

The faster he fucked her, the sooner this would be over. But he was determined to do it right, to get the maximum of pleasure – for himself.

"God, you're even tighter now that you've got that candle shoved up you. I… I can rub my cock against it through your guts. It's super!"

It was super for the man, but not for her. She was assaulted on all fronts by unforgiving pain. Nowhere to turn, she suffered. She let the pain wash through her body, a relentless tide of agony not to be denied.

There should have been intense pleasure from feeling the man's prick slowly moving in her rectum. She had gotten off in a big way before on the way he butt-fucked her. It was a thrill, a joy.

The way his prick worked against the candle in her pussy was sheer murder. The pain surged all the way into her belly, exploded and raced up her spine. The cornholing had once been fun. Now it was killing her by slow inches – and there wasn't a Goddamn thing she could do about it.

She'd brought this on herself. And every time she felt his cock work another inch into her ass, she knew it. But the woman was a prisoner and was totally at the man's mercy. He could extract all the joy he wanted from her bound and tortured body. And she would have to endure. That was now her lot in life.

Try to enjoy if at all possible.

But it wasn't. The pain was too great. The candle was being dragged back and forth inside her with every throbbing movement of the man's cock stuffed up her ass.

Then his hips exploded in a frenzy of activity. He butt-fucked her with all the power of his frustration. His hands ripped and tore at the creamy globes of her ass. He tried to tear the doughy mounds from her body as his cock plunged deeply into her anus.

The tightness of her body was increased by the pain. He felt the ring of muscle surrounding his prick tense with every move. The greeking was enough to get her uptight. That made her asshole even tighter to fuck.

But this was something else. She was hurting – bad. That lit inner fires of desire that the man had never known existed in himself. He fucked her with more power, more confidence, more ability than ever before. And he loved every second of it.

She was in pain. That made his pleasure all the more intense. His fingers tortured her ass. This tightened her asshole around his prick. He fucked into the tightest hole imaginable. She was crushing him flat with her ass grip.

And the candle he stroked against her thin inner membrane threatened to rob him prematurely of his excited pleasure. It touched and moved against the most sensitive portion of his cock.

He had to fight down the creamy tide of his pearly come. He wanted to fully enjoy. Nothing less would do. Her asshole was convulsing around him like a cunt in the throes of orgasm.

Vaguely, he realized she was coming. She'd gotten off in a big way on his butt-fucking. And being tied up. And the pain. And the humiliation. She'd gotten off on all those things.

He fucked faster.

He had to feel his come spurting from his prick. The emotional and physical release was all that counted now.

His come. His pleasure. HIS!

The white-hot fountain of his jism splattered into her clutching asshole. Gallon after gallon of his jizz gushed in and he felt himself propelled into a vastly better world.

Then it was all over. His prick was limp. He watched as a tiny stream of his jism leaked from her well-fucked asshole. It dribbled out and down onto the candle still protruding from her cunt there, the thick white cream mixed with the thinner fuck fluids that had leaked from her pussy.

He took a step back and surveyed the scene. She was bent double over the back of the chair. The wooden back cut mercilessly into her belly. She was panting for breath. He didn't care if it was the chair or her orgasm that had robbed her lungs of the precious oxygen. All he cared about was his own satisfaction.

He decided this was enough for him. For the moment.

"I'll be back. Don't go away," he told the bound woman.

"You cocksucker, you Goddamn cocksucker!" she moaned. But it was to an empty room. He'd left her tied and hurting and waiting for his return.

Oh, how she was waiting for his return!

Diane must have hung over the chair's back for an hour. The wood cut into her stomach and left a red welt two inches wide. Breathing was becoming more and more difficult. It was as if someone had sandpapered her throat and then forced napalm down her windpipe.

Her tits were even hurting and he hadn't touched them. In the bent-double position, all the blood drained down into them. This made them expand and throb with a life that she hardly felt except when she was sexually aroused.

She kept telling herself she wasn't feeling the least bit aroused over what Matt had done to her. How could she?

He'd tied and raped her. The man was being as brutal as a human could be. He had thrust a candle up her cunt and then lighted it, letting it burn her pussy-lips.

And that had only been the beginning. The way he'd tied her to the chair insured she wasn't going to escape. Her fingers were completely numb. Even if her hands were untied, she wouldn't be able to grasp anything. She would still be helpless for a long time.