Blake Garfield - Young housewife in hell

The realization of how fully she had cooperated with her own defiling hit her with a sledge hammer of shame.

The worst part of all was knowing that without much trouble her husband or one of his friends could start her up again. She really was a slut, a nympho tramp who could be turned on by pinching her nipples or slapping her face. Her body would rise again and again, caught helplessly in powerful waves of lust. She would fuck until she died, if that was what her abusers wanted.

"Hi honey," Tabitha said, her voice thick with menace. "I guess it's my turn now."

Lisa shook uncontrollably, wondering if being fucked to death might be exactly what was in store for her at this bizarre party.

Elsa cleared the table quickly, and then the men helped Tabitha stake Lisa out on the wide flat surface. Lisa was spread-eagled and chained on the table, laid out on helpless display for anything Tabitha wanted to do to her.

"I've always hated pretty girls like you," Tabitha hissed as her husband locked the last cuff tightly around Lisa's right wrist. "I've always hated dirty little sluts who thought they could get anything by showing their tits and shaking their asses and smiling their pretty-girl smiles."

Lisa quaked with terror as she watched the big woman strip off her dress. Underneath the respectable fabric layer of Tabitha's party dress was a leather corset and chaps. Tabitha fished under the table and put on a pair of leather boots to match the rest of the outfit. The leather gear molded Tabitha's bountiful figure into a collection of massive curves. She smiled down at Lisa with sadistic glee.

"I like making pretty girls not so pretty anymore," Tabitha growled, an insane gleam in her eyes that made Lisa shake with terror. "Sometimes it's fun to use all kinds of things on their hot little slut bodies. Sometimes, though, it's more fun just to beat the shit out of the little whores. Bite the shit out of them, too."

Lisa's bronzed skin broke into a cold wave of goose flesh, and she trembled uncontrollably as the big woman stepped up to the table, leaning over her like sonic Goddess of death. Tabitha cracked her fingers and ran her tongue over her lips and heaved a long, dramatic sigh.

Then she punched Lisa in the face.

The blow was so unexpected and savage that Lisa didn't even have time to turn her face away. She took the blow right on the point of her chin, and lights flashed through her head as pain flowered out over her face. Before she recovered from the first punch, Tabitha hit her again, this punch to the nose. Lisa's nose didn't break under the blow, but it hurt, and Lisa felt a trickle of blood on her upper lip. Tabitha's third punch landed on Lisa's left temple, and consciousness almost eluded the captive blonde beauty.

"We've got to talk, Lisa," Larry said, walking up to the edge of the table. Elsa was standing beside him, her hand on his thick cock, stroking it gently and pointing it down at Lisa's face. "I guess you know now that life around here isn't going to be exactly the way you thought it would."

Lisa tried to concentrate on what Larry was saying, but it was very hard. Tabitha had stopped hitting her in the face, but now she was punching her in her ribs and tits and stomach, dealing her one savage body blow after another. Tabitha was using her as a human punching bag, and it was all Lisa could do to keep from crying in pain.

"By nature, you're a real bitch, Lisa," Larry said. "Even with all the shit that's happened today. I'm sure that on your own you'd go back to your old tight-assed, prick-teasing ways in no time. So if you stay around here, you're going to get this kind of shit every day. You're going to have to obey every word I say, every word Elsa says – hell, every word anybody says. If the postman tells you to stick his asshole on the front porch, you're going to have to do that, too."

Tabitha howled in a mix of rage and happiness and pounded her fist into the swollen, vulnerable lips of Lisa's cunt. The sultry little blonde lurched across the table, her legs kicking weakly at the chains that held her spread and vulnerable. Tabitha slammed her right fist down into the silky hollow of Lisa's stomach and powered the other one back into the tight mouth of her pink pussy.

This time, the force of the blow drove the big woman's fist completely inside Lisa's pussy. Lisa groaned out a strangled mix of agony and pleasure. She wasn't able to keep her hips from rising up off the table to meet the damaging penetration of Tabitha's fist.

"You love it, bitch!" Elsa hissed, stroking her hand up and down the throbbing pole of Larry's cock. On her other side John stepped up to the table, his cock jutting half hard from his pants, and she started massaging his prick, too. "You're a submissive little whore, Lisa. You're the kind of classy-looking bitch who's really nothing but a masochistic slut. You're the kind of bitch people love to hurt, and you love getting hurt, too."

Tabitha lowered her face to Lisa's stomach and clamped her teeth around the squirming blonde's navel. Lisa screamed, her eyes going wide with terror as the big woman's teeth round into her flesh.

When Tabitha raised her head, Lisa breathed a sigh of relief to see her body still intact. But where Tabitha had bitten her there was a deep red imprint of the woman's teeth. This bite was far more than the hickies Elsa had given her earlier. This was a full set of teeth marks, and even knowing that the marks would fade in a couple of days, the sight of them horrified the trapped housewife.

"The short of it is that you can stay if you want, bitch," Larry said. "Frankly, after watching your performance tonight, I don't know if you're worth it. But Faith seems to like you, and Faith's family is very important to me, so I guess I might take a chance on you for a while. But if you don't want to stay, you can walk right out, too. You got that, whore? Nobody's forcing you to stay."

Tabitha clamped her teeth into Lisa's right thigh, biting down so hard that she brought blood rushing to the surface of Lisa's skin. The bruise was already forming when the big woman pulled her mouth away to bite Lisa in the identical spot on her other leg. Tabitha pounded her fist into Lisa's cunt with a frenzied savagery. She pinched Lisa's soft skin with her other hand, tearing at her nipples and ass and sides.

For the first time, Lisa noticed the big woman's cunt, noticed that the leather panties Tabitha wore were already soaked with pussy cream. Then she watched the way Tabitha's eyes were rolling and her chest was heaving. Earlier, Lisa had cum without anything touching her cunt, just from the excitement of being hurt and degraded. Now Tabitha was cumming, just from hurting and degrading Lisa.

"If you stay, you belong to us," Faith said. She guided Otis and Roland up to the other side of Lisa's face, stroking their cocks back to hardness. "When you're rich and beautiful and powerful you get bored, Lisa dog. You start needing special kinds of diversions. Otis and Roland have provided us with playmates before girls from the prison or runaways or silly little secretaries. But they were only one-shot deals. The longest any of them lasted was about three mouths. And none of them were as beautiful as you. It takes a special kind of dog to be a real submissive bitch. We want you to be our pet for a long time."

Tabitha pulled her fucking fist from Lisa's pussy and raked the nails from both her hands down the squirming length of Lisa's sleek, soiled body. She left long, vivid red tracks over Lisa's golden-brown skin. Then the big woman plunged her face into the blonde bush of Lisa's cunt fur. She tore at the pussy hair with her teeth, scattering the downy fur all over Lisa's hips and legs.

Lisa arched her ass up off the table in burning agony. And she came.