Peter Jensen - The blackmailed wife

"Tell me, my love, tell me what you want." The taunting oily face coaxed, moving his chair closer so that he could reach out touch the vibrating whiteness of her round full buttocks.

"I won't, I-I can't, please, please," Ann's resistance ebbed with the exquisite maddening pleasures being lavished on her helpless naked form. But she couldn't bring herself to suffer this final indignation, knowing that this was the point of final surrender. The thought of begging him to drive the teasing rod into her and quench the aching hunger throbbing now like hot licking flames in her loins; was unbearable.

"Just say it, my dear, just say it and it's yours, tell me to fuck you and I will."

Ann's dazed mind sensed in horror his use of the word "me" each time he referred to the machine! He had made it to overcome his impotency and in the act of love he became the machine! He made it do the things he couldn't; he was sick! She was in the hands of a sadistic maniac and it was too hate to do anything about it, the teasing manipulations were driving her crazy!

"No, no," she moaned lolling her head as far as she could from side to side in almost unconscious hysteria. "I won't – I can't – I can't, please don't make me, please, pleeeeease!"

"Do you like that, does it feel good?" he throbbed the penis viciously.

"Ohhh, ohhh, yes, yes it does, it doesssss!" she hissed between tightly-clenched teeth.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"I-I don't know, I don't know, ohhh. No, no, don't stop, don't stop!"

"Say it then," he commanded cruelly, "say it."

"Oooohhh, ooohhh," the helpless girl moaned, all resistance drained from her distorted mind. "Give it to me! Give it to me!"

"Not like that, my dear," he tormented, "you know the right words."

"Oh, no, don't make me, I won't," she wept uncontrollably, unable to bring herself to this ultimate humiliation.

"Say it," he commanded harshly, then added the ultimate cruelty as she sobbed in humiliated remembrance. "Beg me the way you did those men in the pictures."

He increased the maddening probings until Ann had no resistance left. The fiery hot ball deep in her belly screamed for release from its agonies. Nothing mattered anymore but to still this crazed hunger within her and she began blurting out incoherently all the vile filthy words she knew, pleading with him, the lust in her desire-wracked body driving her on.

"Oh God," she moaned in final surrender almost shrieking at him. "Fuck me, fuck me with it! Go on! Go on!"

Max pressed the button with the glee of conquest sending the huge thick shaft racing up into her, pushing the soft ridges of the moist warm walls of her cunt before it like a rampaging bull-dozer, until it was buried the full eight inches deep in her wide-stretched cunt. He stopped it for a moment at the apex where the giant rubbery head throbbed menacingly against the hard flat end of her womb. Ann's mouth opened and closed in unexpected torment until gradually she became accustomed to the trunk-like rod imbedded in her. She could feel the huge skin-like balls brushing against her clitoris between the wide-spread thighs. A strange masochistic joy rippled through her. Even the pain was weirdly pleasurable and she waved her buttocks back against it as much as the restricting belts holding her down to the stand would allow. The sight she made in the mirror incited her more. This was total subjugation – being bound helplessly on her knees this way, her arms straight out in the air, breasts jiggling crazily underneath from the weird ministrations of the suction cups. She could see from the reflections in the mirror behind, the giant rod impaling her.

God, it was huge!

It appeared as though her buttocks were stretched beyond all human endurance. And that monstrous instrument he had waved before her face was now sunk all the way between them. She could even see the tiny pink ridges of her moist pussy clasped tightly around the edges of it. God what a hole it made in her. The lewd picture of her humiliation made her squirm back at it again to punish herself more.

"Is it good?" Max panted, now stroking the white globes of her quivering buttocks with one hand, sweat rolling down his face in profusion. "Do you like it?" He throbbed the instrument again.

"Oooohh! Yes, do that again! Oooohh, it's good, good!"

"Better than your husband?" he drooled, slowing the throbbing of the impaling cock to hear her final admission of depraved submission. Ann suddenly moaned at the reminder of Dave, a battle raged within her. She just couldn't say it, it was all she had left.

"Do you want me to stop?" he taunted lewdly.

"Oh, no," she panicked at the thought, "not yet, not yet."

"Then say it! Say, you are better than Dave, my darling," he throbbed the cock again.

"Oooohhh, yes, yessss!" she hissed between closed teeth. "You're better, you're better than Dave, my darling."

Max grinned an obscene grin of victory. He had her now. She wanted it with all her being and now by God he was going to give it to her. He flicked several switches on the box and the couch started an up and down motion, sending her white quivering buttocks high up in air and then down again as a jockey riding a thorough-bred horse. The arm connected to the motor began a back-and-forth motion in time to the couch, the thick mechanical cock fucking in and out of her round-stretched cunt in thrusts that traveled its full eight inches of length. A moist, sucking sound of intercourse sounded through the alcove and the slap of the swinging balls against her soft belly joined it melodiously. Max licked his lips hungrily as he watched the reddish skin of the tight, little vagina draw back with the prick, clutching as it as if it didn't want it to come out and then disappearing inside again with each forward lunge.

Ann groaned out her submission to the lewd sensations racing through her mechanically-ravished body. Her toes curled tightly against the soles of her stocking feet as she was bucked up and down, sucked and fucked like a helpless slave by the great, driving machine. Max, the control box still in his hands, was kneeling down over her now coursing his palms over the sensitive skin of her sweating body. He pressed the buttocks farther apart, spreading them obscenely and teasing at the red, puckered little hole of her anus with his fat thick middle finger. Suddenly, he thrust it forward into her rectum just as the rubber cock rammed deep into her belly, impaling her like an insect.

"Ooooohhhhh," she grunted as he moved it around deep in her anus, expanding the tiny, tight hole in time to the fucking of the cock into her cunt below.

Oh God, how he was debasing her! Treating her like a common whore he had bought for the night. The strange masochistic pleasure rippled through her again. She wanted to be destroyed by it, she wanted to be fucked until she could never walk again. The lewd subjugation of her helpless, kneeling form was driving her wild with lust-incited sensation.

"Oooohhh, fuck me, fuck me good," she chanted through contorted lips, sweat dripping from her straining face, the rhythm of the machine and the skewering of her asshole and cunt egging her on.

The finger popped from her anus as suddenly as it had slithered in. A great gush of cool air pushing over the plundered hole. Max was kneeling suddenly in front of her, holding her cheeks between his hands, his short, fat cock standing up in erection under the heavy roll of fat hanging from his hair covered belly.

"Suck it," he hissed through her torment.

She resisted for a moment, sickened by the sudden sight of the short fleshy instrument. It couldn't be over four inches long, no wonder he relied on the machine. Her strange random thoughts were cut short as he rammed the thick rod of flesh in, crushing through her soft moist lips into the wet saliva of her mouth. She could feel the spongy bluntness of the head sliding the length of her tongue, lifting momentarily her concentration on the huge member ramming into her from behind.