Robert Vickers - Tied up wife

"Stupid slut. If I'd put in cold wine, it would have killed you for sure. This is almost at your body temperature. And, damnit, you'd better not spill one Goddamn drop out that tight little ass of yours or I'll really discipline you!"

There was no telling what horrid things he could do if she allowed even one tiny drop of that wine enema to leak from her rectum.

It filled her, made her feel bloated. She was momentarily sick to her stomach but it passed. If she'd puked, it would have been all over her face and tits. She couldn't have stood that. The pressure in her bowels was more than enough.

"Hold it," he said sternly. "Got it?"

"Yes, ohhh! It… it's so hard!"

"It'll get harder!"

He jumped onto the bed and knelt down so that his prick was just barely separating her cunt-lips.

"Y-you can't fuck me!"

"The hell I can't!"

And his prick shot down into the hollowness which had so recently held the thick wax candle.

His cock was so much different from the candle that she had to scream. The long wax rod had been unbending. His prick followed the corridor of her cunt and probed mercilessly into every soft fold of her pussy wall. He burrowed deeper into her cunt than the candle ever could have.

She fought hard to keep her ass tight. She must not leak out any of the wine enema. He said he would punish her if she did. And yet it was so damned hard! She wanted to relax and go with the flow. She wanted to enjoy the feel of his cock fucking her cunt as hard and fast as it could.

But relax? She didn't dare.

"Wh-why are you doing this to me?"

"Keep that ass tight, cunt. I love the way your hot pussy feels all around me when you stay nice and tensed up."

He began fucking her tight manhole with short, swift strokes. The friction mounted faster than it ever had before. Her guts were on fire, with erotic need. But she couldn't abandon herself to them. She couldn't enjoy the man's prick like she normally did.

She had to hold in every last drop of the wine he'd shot all the way up into her bowels. It seemed to be boiling hot, gnawing away at her flesh, but she didn't dare relax, not for a single instant.

She felt his cock surge a little deeper into her cunt. The friction of his cock-head against her pussy walls lit inner fires that had been smoldering for some time. She was coming alive with the fucking.

Hating herself for responding to a man who could do such terrible things to her, she began to moan – this time in pleasure. The warmth fed upon itself in her cunt. She could almost stand the pressure of the wine in her rectum. And the agonizing pain lancing across her shoulders could be forgotten.

Even the pain in her ankles and wrists could be ignored as the pleasure from the man's fucking prick burned into her body.

"Fuck me, fuck me good! I need it!"

"You can say that again," he muttered. His body was drenched with sweat now. Forcing the enema on her had been a master stroke for him. This kept her cunt tighter than it had ever been before. While she was close to virgin-tight normally, her cunt gaped and got sort of floppy loose after he'd fucked her a couple times in a night.

Not now.

Now she would keep that virgin-tightness that he loved to feel all around his cock.

He fucked deeper, faster. He felt her pussy walls smooth out in front of his onslaught. His cock roared down the tight passage until he bounced off her cervix. Seldom had he penetrated this far into her cunt. But bent double as she was gave him an opportunity that was seldom available otherwise.

"Hold it all in," he commanded. "Not a single drop to be spilled or you'll regret it!"

"Oh, oh, yes, yes, Master! I won't dribble any of it out! Just give me the sweet gift of that prick! Ride me, ride me hard!"

She was lost in a carnal wilderness of pleasure and pain. Strangely, the pain accented the pleasure she was getting from his prick, the way her cunt had been so cruelly mistreated, she would have dismissed the idea as ridiculous if anyone had told her she would be begging a man – this man! – to fuck her.

That's what happened, though. And the pain made the pleasure that much more intense. She had something to measure the height of her desire against. The pain in her shoulders was fading to be replaced by agony from the way her hands and feet were cruelly bound to the head of the bed.

Bent double, she could barely breathe.

But there was a bit of stimulation in this, too. Her legs rubbed seductively across her turgid nipples. She was able to crush her tits almost flat against her chest. The motion of her legs across her tits as he fucked her gave an added thrill she would have missed otherwise.

But the worst of her pain came from her anus. She was vainly trying to keep the wine enema locked inside her body. It was a losing battle. The harder he fucked her up the cunt, the more she wanted to let loose the stream of wine in her bowels.

She vaguely realized that holding so tightly to the wine was what made the fucking so superb. It was better than any fucking she had ever gotten before.

"Hurry, hurry and do it! I… aaaaaieeeeee!"

She came in a rush. She wasn't even aware of how she clamped down with her asshole in an attempt to keep the wine locked up inside her body. The orgasm ripped through her cunt, pressed the soft, yielding cunt walls into the man's cock until it was pulsing and dancing with lust.

He had to force down the rising tide of his own jism. If he had simply relaxed, he would have been fountaining out his come into her greedy cunt. But he wasn't finished. He wanted to fuck her more.

This tight and hot a cunt was a rarity and he wanted to enjoy it to the maximum before he came.

"K-keep fucking," she said weakly.

"Keep fucking what?" he demanded.

"Keep fucking my cunt, damn you. With your cock, with your pussy-pleasing cock!"

"Master! Say Master!"

"Fuck me, Master, fuck me, damnit!"

He drove in even faster in response to her words. They excited him to new levels. He was the one in command. She was the one in bondage. She was at his mercy, begging for his cock, trying vainly to please him.

She was the one who was securely tied to the brass bed, hand and foot, who had the wine enema she was trying to save for him.

And he was the one in full command now. He had only to ask and she would take it as an order. No longer was she able to withhold her cunt from him to force him to do something against his wishes.

She knew he would take what was rightfully his and without question. She would only suffer if she fought him. That was the way it was now. And they were both planning according to those rules.

He was fucking her with hard, deep strokes designed to push her over the edge of orgasm. The more he drove into her pussy, the more she responded.

Her clit was erect and throbbingly alive. She felt like it was pulling up and would explode at any second. As his crinkly bush brushed against it, she came.

The impact of another orgasm on her sensitively tuned body almost caused her to relax her feverishly tight grip on her anal sphincter. All through the ice and iron grip of the climax, she maintained her tight-assed hold on the wine enema.

That seemed more important to her than anything else. She couldn't anger him. Not now. Not when he was giving her so much enjoyment, so much cock, so much pure delight.

"Tighter!" he demanded. "Clutch my cock tighter with that cunt of yours. I know you can do it, slave. DO IT!"

She grunted as her belly muscles spasmed. The way she was bent double was plaguing her with all sorts of muscle cramps. The little enjoyment she got out of having her upper thighs pressing down into her boobs was erased by the pain of being twisted into such an unnatural shape. She didn't mind staying like this for a few minutes while he was fucking her. In no other position could she take his cock so far up into her gooey cunt. But to be tied in this pretzel shape was becoming unbearable.