Peter Jensen - The blackmailed wife

Max sank into the soft chair next to the machine. It was located just behind Ann's upraised buttocks so that he could get a perfect view of the skewering of her helpless cunt. He held the control box tightly in his sweating palms, eager to begin the depraved ravishment of the innocent beauty bound before him.

Ann lay in hopeless dejection, so tightly bound to the rubber-lined contour couch that she couldn't move a muscle. Waves of shame and humiliation washed over her like some evil tide of foreboding. She was glad now for the alcohol or she could never have stood being stretched in this lewd position with the evil little man free to do with her as he wished. And the worst, she didn't dare to complain, he might keep that horrible clock off for another hour after this one and she would never get the photographs back. Her tortured thoughts were interrupted by Max's gleeful voice from the chair. She could see the nervous smile of anticipation crossing his lips in the mirror in front of her. With the reflections of the other mirrors around the alcove it gave her a complete view of all that was happening to her.

"First, my little bunny, we must get you in the proper mood for enjoying my love making. I have special effects for that." She watched in the mirror with horrified fascination as he pressed one of the many buttons on the control box and suddenly gasped at the reaction. A gentle sucking motion began at the cups connected to her nipples and the contour couch began, simultaneously, a slow almost imperceptible vibration beneath her torso. Her breasts involuntarily hardened slightly at the first weird tug at her nipples. Goose-bumps rippled along her skin. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. An exquisite sensation a thousand times softer than any lips that had ever touched her. A second later, she felt the tender rubbery penis at her rear begin a gentle up and down movement along the sensitive outside edges of her vagina, staying teasingly just inside the moist, pink slit of her wide-stretched crotch.

My God, she thought, it's human! It's human!

She was caught unaware by the gentle probing of the machine. She had geared her mind to expect a harsher and more sudden attack on her helpless sex organ. But this – this was different, it was unexpected and subtle and she felt violent shudders coursing along her nerves, their intensity increased a hundred times by the rigidity of her position. Her toes squirmed beneath this soft attack helplessly – not able to resist it. She groaned, crying as she prayed her body would not betray her again. She couldn't give him that satisfaction too. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and fought it with all her strength – but the leering Max was not about to let her escape now.

"You like my love making, my dear. I can tell. I shall make you very happy," he crooned. Small beads of sweat were breaking out on his forehead now as his goal was in sight. He knew he would break her will to resist sooner or later and his eyes were alert for every slight twitch of her body for the first sign of weakness.

Ann moaned again as he increased the speed of the teasing machine. She could feel the tips of her nipples being sucked, titillated by the tubes, her ripe full breasts dancing as the machine vibration became faster. The long, thick cock teasing at the portal to her vagina, suddenly flicked forward on a signal from the box in Max's hand and she grunted from sudden pain at the unexpected intrusion spearing into her. She screamed for Max to stop, tears running down her cheeks. But the incursion grew and she felt her thighs being swept wider apart as the thick lubricated instrument bored forward into the tightly clinging canal of her cunt. Her vaginal passage felt on fire. She ached and her back ached from the cruel position she was bound in. She could only moan and plead for his mercy.

"Oh, oh, w-wait, p-please wait! You're killing me!"

The phallus stopped and began a gentle vibration inside the walls of her tightly-stretched cunt.

"See," Max smiled, "I told you it could do anything."

"But it hurts," she whimpered desperately. "It's too big."

"My dear, we have just begun. You haven't taken half of it yet," he taunted the stricken girl, flicking the button again and driving the cruel rod another half an inch forward.

"Ooooohhh," she cried in little screams. The walls of her vagina felt as though they were being pulled away. Max pressed another button and a warm jet of hot olive oil spurted from the tip of the rubbery head, lubricating her passage. The pain eased momentarily but the penetration increased and she felt as if someone were levering her thighs apart to split her tormented body all the way up to her vibrating breasts which were being sucked without ceasing. The huge, unbending cock throbbed on, not going any deeper, but expanding, patiently, the moist warm flesh wrapped tightly around it. It continued its nerve-shattering teasing for what seemed to Ann an eternity and her body was slowly changing to a mass of nerve-tingling sensation. Her eyes were still tightly shut as she fought the lewd sensations rippling through her helpless body. The familiar waves of pleasure began creeping forcefully into her. She fought against them with all her strength but the indecent machine pursued and tantalized her breasts and cunt relentlessly. A fire was building in her that she could not control and in the end it was the very thought of her helplessness that weakened her. An excited moan escaped her lips, betraying her submission to her tormentor. She was his to do with as he wished. His for the taking – but the slavering tyrant in the chair wanted more – he had waited too long to get this proud young bitch under his thumb and nothing less than total degradation would satisfy his sick lusts now. He would teach her to scorn him as she had before – he would show her what a real man was before he was through he would have her groveling at his feet, pleading for it. A lascivious smile flickered across his fat, wet lips as he saw the involuntary rotation of her white fleshy buttocks begin. They were free to move several inches each way and had begun to clench and open in rhythm to the throbs of the mechanical cock shoved between her legs.

My God, Ann thought through the haze, What's happening to me? What's happening to me? I can't help it, I can't help it…

"No, no," she sobbed incoherently. "Let me go! Let me go! I can't let you do it! I can't!"

"No, you like it my dove, now don't you?" Max teased from the chair. "I can feel it. Tell Max how much you like it."

He flicked the button again, sending more forceful, spasmodic throbs through the cock imbedded thickly in her vaginal passage.

"Oooooh," she groaned helplessly.

All the while, the teasing tubes attached to her vibrating breasts kept sucking madly, toying with the now-tightly-swollen mounds as though bewitched by their soft white resilience squeezing and sucking, sucking as though they were alive, until it seemed the full rounded globes would burst from the softly exquisite pleasure tingling through them.

Ann tried to arch upwards, the cords in her strained neck standing out. She flung the long blond hair beneath the band holding her head, from side to side begging him to stop, please stop!

But the fat grinning man was a master at sensual torture and played on the screaming, struggling body as a master violinist would on a Stradivarius, producing sounds of pain and pleasure from it at will; a wail of joy from a sudden throb of the embedded cock, a whine of pain from an extra excruciating suck at a nipple. The symphony played on as the moans from the shackled girl became more desperate with each brutal, teasing probe. He increased the intensity of the demon cords sucking and pulling at her breasts until they jerked below her body like quivering mounds of vibrating jelly. She tried to push back at the thick instrument digging into her from the rear, she wanted more, the hot lubricating juices of her cunt had begun to flow and eased the pain, inciting her to desire – a hunger for more. The straps held her tight, she could not move back and groaned her frustration through contorted lips. She could see his small beady eyes in the mirror locked in gleeful fascination on her twisted and bent form. He knew she had reached the point of no return and he would have her as he wanted in a matter of minutes.