J Watson: Chained women

Adam left. Donald unchained her and led her to the couch. He pushed her down on the couch. She watched him undress. She had always thought she would face her deflowering knowing that she had saved it for a loving husband. There was nothing loving about Donald.

His body looked like an ape's as he tore off all his clothes. His prick was hard between his legs. She lowered her eyes to the large pole. It was the first she had ever seen except in magazines. It frightened her.

He took his hand and wrapped it around the massive cock.

"You like this, little sweetheart?" Donald said. "You like old Donald's cock?"

"It's so big," she whispered.

"Of course it's big," he said proudly. "That's what all the cunts like about me. My big cock."

His hand caressed her tits and then moved slowly down her belly to a place between her legs. He forced her legs wider apart as one rough finger entered her cunt. She winced with pain.

"Don't worry," Donald said. "This first one is just to get the obstruction out of the way. You're going to love it before old Donald is through with you."

He began to move his finger in and out of her cunt. She wanted to hide her face from shame but all she could do was stare into his leering eyes.

She could feel his massive erection brushing against her leg as he fondled her.

"Touch it," he demanded. "Feel my cock."

Gingerly she put a hand between them and touched his cock.

He took her hand and wrapped it around his hard-on. He then began to move her hand up and down his had cock.

"That's the way," he said. "Now you stroke it." His hand left hers and went back to fondling her cunt. She continued her stroking. She was in a cramped position, and her hand tired quickly, but she was afraid to take it away. She was afraid of the pain that Donald could inflict upon her.

After a while he forced another finger into her tight cunt. Again she moved with pain as he finger-fucked her. She was growing a little wetter down there and she was beginning to almost enjoy the friction of his fingers.

"Feeling good, baby?" Donald said. "Now let's get on with it and get that cherry out of your way."

She tensed as he moved between her legs. He pushed and she tensed even more. He slapped her hard in the face.

"Relax, bitch," he said. "Relax."

She tried to relax as his hard prick was forced into her cunt. But it hurt so badly. She was so tight and dry. Slowly he broke through her hymen and slipped deep into her cunt. He seemed to fill her up. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe.

"Move," he commanded.

Again she tried to follow his command, but each movement seemed to bring more pain. He didn't seem to notice. He was enjoying himself. He was groaning as his prick began to pound in and out of her cunt.

"So fucking tight," he said. "I wouldn't have believed it. God, you've got a good pussy."

His huge hands slid under her ass and lifted her up from the couch. She couldn't believe it. He was standing up with her still impaled on his prick. He began to walk around the room still fucking her. Finally he lowered her to the soft carpet. His mouth came down on hers. His fat tongue probed at her lips and she opened her mouth. His tongue was so big it was like another prick going between her lips. She almost gagged but he gave her no room to move her head. He drove his tongue in and out as hard and as fast as his prick.

His hands slipped up the back of her legs so that he pushed her ass higher. He stretched out on the floor and then came up, pushing her legs onto his shoulders. His hard prick never left her cunt, but now it seemed deeper. His mouth had left hers and now his tongue went down to nibble at her tits.

"Oh God," she said. "You're killing me!"

She didn't know how long it was supposed to last but it seemed to be forever. He kept driving his prick into her until she began to feel something new. Her body seemed to loose its numbness and a tingle started at her cunt. The tingle grew until it controlled her whole body.

"Jesus!" she yelled. "What are you doing to me?"

His only answer was that deep laugh as he continued driving his prick into her cunt.

Never had she tingled like this. Never had her entire body seemed like one mass of fire. She began to push up at him, as if to draw more of that cock into her cunt.

"I told you you'd like it," he said gleefully as he pounded away at her.

"Oh God, I do like it," she moaned. "It's making me tingle all over. Oh help me!"

She was there. She was climbing the mountain and looking down into the valley and someone was screaming and she realized that it was herself. She came back down off the mountain with her entire body a mass of sensitive flesh.

And still he fucked her.

Even now she couldn't begin to count the orgasms she'd had. One kept coming right after another until finally her cunt was in pain and every stroke was sheer torture.

And still he didn't stop.

She was knocked out. When she awakened he was gone. She reached down between her legs and found her cunt to be sore and sensitive. Her tits felt sore, also. She brushed her hand against one and the hand came away sticky. She realized what the stickiness was. She pulled her hand away and looked at it curiously. His seed! He had come on her tits. His cum! She went to sleep again.

That had been only the beginning. The days passed into months and Adam and Donald had both fucked her constantly. Sometimes they would go separately and sometimes together. They fucked her in every position and she began to crave them.

Then they started bringing others and she fucked them at command. She fucked any man they brought, and even a few boys, and once a woman.

She was completely their slave and she would be forever. She was afraid of them and she loved them. It was a strange relationship.

And now she was here with the others, ready to be raffled off like a piece of merchandise.

"You haven't answered my question," Boss said. "When did you first learn to enjoy it?"

"Almost at the beginning," she said.

"I thought so. You look like the type."

Boss leaned back and cradled his head with his hands.

"Okay," he said. "Take it off. Show me what you've got."

Her gown had only a lacy bow at the top. She undid the gown and gracefully shrugged it off her shoulders.

Boss smiled in admiration. Her body was good. Her tits were firm and proud and nicely tanned. Her pubic bush was cropped in the shape of a heart. There was a very thin scar under her left tit that he knew had been put there with Donald's belt!

He would have to talk to Donald about being more careful. Scarred merchandise was not salable.

"Turn around," he demanded.

She did a turn showing him all of her rounded body.

"You are nice," he admitted. "You'll make a good woman for the harem. Come here."

She approached him. He made her halt at the edge of the bed while he admired her firm body.

"Damn nice," he said again. "Later on I want you to show me some tricks, but now I just want you to follow my instructions. Do you under stand?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Good. Then take my cock in your hand."

Her face grew softer as she reached for him. She wrapped her long fingers around his meaty cock and began to stroke him. She rubbed the loose skin back and forth and there was a dreamy expression on her face.

"A woman fuck machine," Boss said. "When they take all the pride and starch out of you that's all you have left. An ability to fuck."

She didn't argue with him as she stroked his cock.

"Take my cock in your mouth," he said.

She climbed onto the bed with him and positioned herself between his legs. She never missed a stroke. She bent her head and took his cock into her mouth. He had a faint taste she couldn't identify but she didn't mind it. She knew only that she was hot between her legs and it was a randy state that she was always in when she sucked cocks. Donald had made her that way.