Peter Jensen - The blackmailed wife

Gloating above her tightly-strapped head, he began to undulate his pelvis, sliding the short fat prick in and out of her mouth, never quite withdrawing, leaving the hot, swollen head a half an inch inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Ann closed her eyes tightly to block out the horrible sight of the graying pubic hairs growing at the thick base of the cock which rammed mercilessly into her contorted face. Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as he shoved forward, burying the rod deep in her throat, keeping pace with the cock fucking ceaselessly into her wide-spread buttocks behind.

Max looked down with lewd delight at the sweat-glistening body of the helpless, strapped girl, skewered between his cock in her mouth and the mechanical cudgel behind. He timed his thrusts at her contorted face to match those of the machine, ramming forward as it did, levering up on his toes thrusting with all his strength, trying to meet the head of the other deep in her belly. He held her head tighter as she coughed and sputtered below as the tip rhythmically brushed her tonsils on the in-stroke, watching her tender lips clasping tighter and tighter around it as her mouth became accustomed to the fleshy intrusion.

Ann suddenly felt the rising tide beginning deep in her quivering belly. The very hopelessness of her position and the debasing ravishment of her body brought tiny strange ripples of fire dancing through her tattered nerves. She licked and sucked at the fleshy hardened rod imbedded in her mouth like a demon, her glands slimy from the mixture of his lubricating fluid and her own saliva. She sucked for it to end as she felt her own insides erupting in great white flashes of fire tunneling through her veins in a ever ending stream of building pleasure. It suddenly burst and she groaned around the thrusting cock in her mouth as her orgasm flooded in great sensual waves of cum around the jack-hammering cock in her cunt, seeping in warm rivulets out of the vaginal lips clasped tightly around its base and down the insides of her quivering thighs. It was indescribable and the whole of her crotch felt wet and used beyond belief. Tears of unconscious joy rolled from her eyes.

At the same time she felt his loins crush into her face, the fleshy roll of his stomach pressing tight against her forehead. His hands gripped her behind the head pulling it forward as though he were trying to meet the cock thrusting deep in her belly. He groaned a soul-searing groan and flooded her mouth with his hot, thick cum which spurted thickly down her throat in great waves. She gulped automatically, swallowing the sweet, pungent liquid hungrily to satiate the abandoned feeling of self debasement that flooded over her helplessness. There was nothing else in the world except the heated throb of her wet passage behind and the spewing cock in her mouth. She wallowed obscenely in the pleasure of subjugation to the fat little man jerking into her face.

When it was over and he had flicked the machine off with the box in his hand a seeming eternity later, she still moaned and cooed, nibbling gently at the sticky, deflated cock in her mouth. He stroked her hair above, cooing, and pressed the button that slowly withdrew the giant cock from her forever-stretched cunt. It slipped out with a gentle sucking noise as a great cool rush of air filled it where the instrument had worked it to white hot orgasm a moment before. He stepped back, withdrawing the cock in her mouth with a slight plop, a thin string of semen following it away.

Ann lay panting in utter exhaustion. Her tortured body could not move as she watched him stagger back and collapse in the chair next to her still tightly strapped body. Her eyes fluttered closed and exhausted sighs of satiation escaped through her sperm covered lips. The shame of her surrender to has depraved rape seeped slowly back into her tortured mind.

"My dear girl, you've been wasting your talents working as a secretary," Max chuckled a little later as he unstrapped her still shaking body from the machine. "We should channel them into something that more befits your temperament."

Ann stumbled to the bed collapsing on it, arms and legs spread obscenely wide. She couldn't bear to move to even try and cover herself after the experience on that dreadful machine. The shame and humiliation of what had just been done to her was too much for the tormented girl. Not only had her body betrayed her shamelessly to this beast, but had also betrayed her deep love for Dave. She had turned into an animal herself and all thoughts of decency had deserted her in her wild quest for her own selfish sensual satisfaction.

She clenched her fists so tightly together her knuckles hurt when she thought of the depths of degradation to which he had brought her. The words he had made her use, and worse, that he had made her want to use. There was nothing she wouldn't do at this moment if she could just erase these last few horrid minutes from time forever and replace them with anything – anything but what had occurred.

"Here, my dear, I think you need this," Max interrupted her thoughts and handed her a drink and lighted cigarette. "But don't drink it too quickly, we don't want you to get too insensitive, do we?"

Ann lifted herself exhaustedly to one elbow and accepted the drink. She turned the glass up and almost drained it with one gulp to erase the dry thick taste of Max's semen in her mouth. He sat on the edge of the bed next to her drinking his soda and ice that he had fixed for himself and ran his hand languidly over Ann's full rounded hip that rose in profile as she lay on her side. She made no move to stop him or pull away from his possessive caress. She no longer cared – nothing mattered anymore. She had descended as far into the cesspool of depravity as one could go in her attempt to regain the pictures upon which her husband's future happiness rested – anything else that happened after this could not be worse so she resigned herself to suffer his humiliations, whatever they might be for the period they had agreed upon.

"You liked that, didn't you, my dove?" Max said, a triumphant gleam in his eyes.

Ann's mind suddenly rebelled again at his possessive familiarity and she had to strike back at him. She sat up abruptly on the bed.

"Mr. Schroeder," she said, glaring at him coldly. "Please don't call me 'my dear'. I've agreed to your terms because you've forced me into it and I've no other choice but I won't give you my soul, Mr. Schroeder, and you can't make me, no matter what you do."

"Are you so certain, my dear Ann?" Max smiled, his small beady eyes staring straight back into hers.

"Yes, I'm certain," Ann spat at him, she wanted more than anything in the world to hurt this vile, little man because of the indescribable humiliations he had just heaped upon her helpless bound form. "Look at you, do you think anyone could even lie next to you, you fat slimy thing, unless you forced them to do it the way you did me. You're revolting and disgusting!"

Almost before the last words were out of her mouth, Ann was sorry. In her sudden desire to fight back and avenge her own weak surrender, she had forgotten the reason she was here. She almost reached for him to apologize and to say she didn't really mean those things but his hard cool stare cut her short.

"All right, Mrs. Morrow, if that's the way you want it, then that's the way it shall be."

Max rose from the bed and walked over to the clock, patting its face. He turned and looked at her crumpled form on the bed.

"Remember the rules, it doesn't start again until I'm pleased. And believe me, Mrs. Morrow, I can be very difficult to please once I have become angry."

He pulled his robe together, tying it with the terry-cloth belt and walked toward the door.

"I'll be back tomorrow when you've had time to think," he said, his small cruel eyes penetrating her. "I hope you'll be in a more receptive mood."