Peter Jensen - The blackmailed wife

Her body jerked and quivered and her thighs, released now that her resistance was broken, periodically convulsed as an extra hard thrust seared into her tortured asshole. She could hear his grunts of pleasure floating through the silence of the room around them and hated herself and her body for the joy it was giving him though there was nothing she could do about it. She wanted to destroy him, to kill him for the degradation and humiliation he was heaping upon her against her will. In spite of her pain, she clasped tight her anal muscles trying to rip the plunging column of flesh from his body.

"Aaaaaggh," he groaned, "God, it's tight. I can't stand it," he groaned, throwing his head back in ecstasy from the warm clasping flesh enveloping it. She couldn't stand for the indecent sodomizing of her rectum to continue much longer, even though the pain was lessening now. The humiliation was too great. Kneeling in total submission before the lewd eyes of the men slaving over her body and whomever else Max may have invited behind the mirror was too much for her tormented mind to absorb. She had to end it, she had to, she prayed for the strength to please them.

She began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his cock, undulating her body and swinging her buttocks in tiny rotating circles, clasping it tightly with the slight throb of her rectum on the out-stroke. Jason above watched the reddish pink skin of the tiny round hole draw back with his cock and felt the sudden voluntary movements of her buttocks before him.

"Let 'er go, boy," he chortled to Shorty, "she's ready to fuck."

Jason groaned again and surged into her with renewed power. He knew she was his to do as he wished now. She was a slave kneeling before him prepared to follow his every wish and command, there was no resistance left in this innocent young piece impaled on his cock. He would give it to her now as she had never had it before and she would love it – she was loving it as he watched the movement of her buttocks and the arching hollows of her back as she worked and ground back into him like a female demon, her long blonde hair falling over her face and around her neck and back as she squirmed lewdly in front of him.

Her face rolled from side to side on the mattress and he could see it flushing red from the intensity of her effort, her eyes wide in unseeing entrapment in the final quest for fulfillment. She bucked and churned her body beneath him, feeling he was nearing the end, she grunted and groaned with him, encouraging and pleading with the motions of her buttocks for him to end it and fill her behind with the hot sperm of his orgasm.

Jason sensed her sudden frantic need and began to ram rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering her quivering buttocks with his pelvis. He gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his expanding cock like slipping a sleeve over an over-sized arm. His eyes bulged wide at the spectacle of her young body bucking before him and the sadistic desire to hurt rippled through him as he jogged forward with a mighty thrust that seared up her stretched anus like fire.

"Aggggghhhhh!" she groaned piteously; he flicked again deeper. "Aaaaaaggggghhh!"

With the last half groan, half scream, Ann could feel in her agony the giant tormenting staff begin to grow and expand until she thought it would never stop. It was killing her, it was stretching the muscles of her asshole beyond all human endurance.

"Oh God, cum, cum, for God's sake, cum!" she grunted in pain and masochistic pleasure and fucked back against him wildly.

He gasped above her, incoherent words sputtering, and shoved forward with a mighty thrust that almost tore through the walls of her quivering belly and shuddered his hot, thick cum in wave after wave into the depths of her rectum. She knelt in front of him, buttocks still waving high in the air and pressed tight back against his hairy loins as he poured his sperm deep inside her anal passage, filling her soft rectum to the bursting point with warm, sticky wetness. He groaned with delight and collapsed over her body flattening her to the bed.

After awhile she felt his weight lifting from her and the softness of his deflated penis slip with a wet sucking noise from the confines of her flooded, expanded anus. She felt wet and a slight soreness there but nothing like the horror of the beginning. She was no longer a virgin anywhere anymore and there was nothing left for them to do to her. She had had it all. They had debauched and humiliated her in every way possible now and she could never forget it, but they still had not destroyed her soul and her love for Dave. She would do it again for him – a million times over, even though the blight and humiliation would live in her mind forever. But now, they wanted pleasure? – she would give them pleasure – what the hell.

"I wanna fuck her now, Boss," she heard Shorty's half begging voice break through her thoughts.

"Sure, kid, go ahead, she's all yours."

She kept her eyes tightly shut, a faint smile playing across her lips and felt the chains released from her wrists. The huge meaty hands that had held her head so tightly before when he forced her to suck him rolled her over on her back.

"Spread 'em honey. Big Daddy wants to climb on board."

Ann, without hesitation, drew her legs up, her feet flat on the bed and her knees pressed together in the air. She let them limply fall apart in tantalizing slowness. She knew what they wanted now and she might as well give it to them.

"Man, look at that," Shorty gasped as he looked down at the young firm body spread waiting before him. "And she loves it."

She felt his heavy weight crawling on the bed and between her open and waiting legs. She curled them around his hips as he reached down and pressed the bluntness of his cock between the swollen pink edges of her moist and ready cunt. He drove forward with a grunt, impaling her again on the thick shaft of flesh. Ann groaned in justified surrender and tightening her arms around his neck pressed her open wet lips against his, and with a deep moan sucked his tongue deep into her mouth as she felt his huge driving cock hit bottom in her belly. Yes, she would please them – all they wanted. She contracted the muscles of her vagina tightly around the surging instrument and began a slow rhythmic rotation of her hips and buttocks that seemed to last forever and ever. There was no longer reality – just the pleasure and animal grunts drifting down from the sweating weight crushing her into the softness of the mattress.

Ann had prepared herself for the worst. After receiving Dave's cable about arriving home in ten days, she had tried her best to convince Julia that she shouldn't be forced to attend anymore parties but she had insisted she come tonight anyway. She had at last conceded that she and Max might give the photographs back to her. Both of them had promised her, several months ago, that she could have them back when she had either worked off the twenty-four hours, or, when Dave came back. She knew after the first few times with Max that she could never do it with that hateful clock. In the several months that had passed since he first hung the pictures up, (and God only knows how many visits), she had only been able to use up a little over three hours. He always found some reason for turning it off, despite all her agonizing efforts to please him or the many clients he allowed to use her.

Ann had often wondered about these clients. They always had eastern accents and looked almost like the characters out of old gangster movies. Max had some kind of dealings with them and she was certain it was not legal. He wasn't making all of has money on that store. It would have taken ten of them to support the way he lived. At any rate, this was none of her business. Her business was to get those pictures back tonight.