J Bradley: Wife in bondage

He lifted his hips under her, making her whole body bound up and down on his lap. His huge, massive cock rammed in and out of her tight, dry cunt until it felt as if he would split her in two.

"Ahhhhhgh!" she groaned, trying to twist away.

He clamped his hand over her mouth. It was a huge ham of a hand, and he nearly choked off her breath by covering her nose as well. His arm was around her middle, holding her body tightly to his lap. He fucked up and down in the back seat of the little car and mauled her aching tits over and over.

There was nowhere she could twist away to. The small car sped down the highway as he fucked her, lunging up so hard to drive his big cock into her body that she bashed the top of her head on the low ceiling.

Ellen went dizzy for a moment then miraculously, the pain stopped. There was only the motion, up and down, superimposed on the swaying of the small, light car hurtling through the night.

It was unreal. A dream! It wasn't really happening to her. She'd fallen asleep somewhere and was just dreaming that she'd been blindfolded and thrown into a strange car on a huge oaf's lap.

Then she heard the moist, breathy gasp in her ear and felt the hot breath over the nape of her neck. She felt the monstrous rise of quivering hips. She felt the lunge of a tree trunk up her cunt and the flood of sticky sap that boiled from it and filled her abused, aching pussy.

"Ahhhhhhgh!" he growled against her.

His cock swelled to impossible dimensions. It blasted and hosed up inside her, making her pussy walls finally slick and lubricated. The sperm sloshed out backwards, spurting from the swollen lips of her pussy and drenching his balls and the seat of the car.

Ellen groaned with him. Not because she was coming with him, but because he'd nearly wrenched the firm cone of her tit from her chest with his massive hand.

He gasped and puffed. His prick shrank and began to slide backward, out of her pussy. She felt it pop from her cunt mouth along with a flood of sperm, and she gasped with relief, her vaginal muscles spasming back into place after the terrible stretching.

The car took a wild swing off the hard road onto what sounded like gravel. She had been trying very hard to remain calm and alert, to take notice of the sounds around her, to try to keep track of the directions and the distances they'd gone.

But she knew the task was hopeless now. It was impossible to concentrate when she was being reamed and flooded by a monstrous cock.

After a time, there was a sharp rise and another turn. Branches brushed the side of the car. Or maybe it was grass and weeds whipping along the underside, indicating a narrow road.

Another turn and the car slowed. The gravel stopped. The tires ran on something quiet, like dirt or grass. The way was bumpy. The small car heaved around and made her naked ass shift on his broad, wet lap.

She felt the big cock begin stiffening between her bare thighs again with the motion. Ellen swallowed dryly and squeezed her eyes tightly shut behind the blindfold and prayed that he wouldn't fuck her aching pussy again.

He'd tired of playing with her sore tits, and she was thankful for that, at least. He'd torn the neck of her dress stuffing his meaty hand into it to squeeze her cones.

Her skirt was hiked up about her waist so that her ass would be bare and her pussy would be open to him. She didn't know what had happened to her panties.

As far as she could tell, his name was Cy. He was strong and meaty and huge – a dim-witted oaf. Her screaming hadn't helped. Apparently, the rest of them had been glad to have Cy be occupied with fucking her.

Her cunt still drained from the monstrous load he'd spewed into her body. It flowed over his stiffening prick. She felt the head swell against her burning lips, and she pressed her naked thighs as tightly together as she could to try to keep him out of her cunt.

The one called Jay sat in the back seat next to Cy and her. From the brief glimpse she'd had in the darkness nearly an hour ago, he'd seemed hardly more than a boy – eighteen, perhaps, pimply and thin.

Jay was definitely not the leader. Nor was Cy. He sat in front, driving. His name was Stan. He'd given all the orders. He'd been the one to recognize her, although she couldn't imagine why he would. She'd never seen him before that she could remember, and she usually was good at remembering men like him.

Stan was tall and lean and muscular. Inside, he was as hard as nails. That came through every time he spoke. It showed with the harsh grating of his voice, the way he snapped orders like he was accustomed to being obeyed.

The girl in the front with him was Velma. All Ellen could remember about her was that she had big tits and wide hips and that her hair was long and light in color.

She tried to remember more about Velma but couldn't. It had been too dark in the small atrium where her husband's jewelry store was. Two of the floods had been out, and the trees and palms had blocked the light from the rest of the planted square.

Ellen had been able to hear their voices, though. She would be able to identify them later because she had a knack for remembering voices.

The girl, now – she had a subtle variety of voices. When she talked to Stan, there was an adoring, breathless, almost anxious quality to her voice, as if she dared say nothing wrong to him for fear of losing him.

She was domineering and hostile with Cy, and the quality of distaste came through plainly and undisguised. With Jay, there was a kind, oddly mothering overtone to her voice. Ellen didn't know what to make of that yet. She was in her middle twenties, and Jay couldn't possibly be her son.

The car lurched suddenly and stopped, rocking back and forth as the wheels settled into some kind of rut. The engine shut off, and three doors opened and slammed shut – all but the one next to her.

Cy was in no hurry to get out of the car. His big cock was throbbing up against her dripping, bloated pussy slit, and she could hear the heavy, wet breathing again.

"All right, get her into the house," the order came. It was hard and grating – Stan's voice.

"I'm gonna fuck her again," Cy rasped. His voice was oddly high for such a big man.

"You can fuck her inside. Out!"

The door beside them yanked open, and Ellen did her best to scramble off Cy's lap and away from the prick trying to nose into her pussy again. She preferred any fate awaiting her to being fucked by his monstrous prick.

Strong, muscular fingers gripped her arms painfully and pulled. Cy tried to hold her on his lap. His hips heaved upward. His wide cock rammed part way into her cunt, and she couldn't help the way her pussy walls and muscles spasmed around it lightly.

"Ahhhhh!" she cried, being yanked and pulled in two and fucked at the same time.

"Let her go, you dumb asshole!"

"I'm fuckin' her, Stan! God, you should feel the way her cunt squeezes around my cock and sucks it up into her hole! She loves my big prick! Ahhhhh, Christ! Lemme fuck her a good one this time!"

Ellen reached for Stan, groping in the darkness of her blinded world. "God, please, please!" she sobbed. "Not again! Don't let him do it again! I'll do anything you want! Just keep him away from me!"

Stan watched her a moment. He grinned coldly. Ellen didn't know how she knew that's what he was doing. Maybe it was from the way his fingers felt on her arms. It was as if he were enjoying her blind groping and pleading.

Then she felt him reach into the car and do something quick and hard. There was an explosive gasp from Cy and a bellow of pain in her ear, and his arm left her waist.

She half flew from the car, wheeling through the air. She stumbled when she landed on the ground and sat hard on her bare butt, her legs splayed lewdly, her skirt still up around her waist and her dripping pussy bare.