Blake Garfield - Young housewife in hell

Larry whipped the sexy little blonde until his arm ached with fatigue, unable to believe how enticing she looked with her creamy bronze skin striped in angry scarlet. Her lean, limber body jerked and twisted, squirming in a sinuous display of agony. Sweat glistened in sparkling beads on her silky, tanned skin.

Watching his beautiful blonde wife in chains, writhing and thrashing in agony, was driving Larry to the brink of another orgasm. His cock bobbed out almost a foot in front of him, hard as steel and stiff as a flagpole.

"Stop." Lisa quavered weakly, her beautiful face soaked with tears. "Larry… please don't hurt me anymore… I'll do anything you want me to… I promise."

Larry grinned and again slashed the whip across his begging wife's ass. The force of the blow made her sexy, shapely body swing like a pendulum at the end of the chains. Larry hit her again and again, as hard as he could, batting her purposefully in one direction so that he could see how far she would swing. He didn't stop until Lisa was swinging up over his head her squirming body almost horizontal with the cement floor.

Spit trailed over the pretty housewife's lips. Her eyes glazed with the intensity of the torture her husband was subjecting her to. Her ass felt swollen and numb, yet terrible bursts of prickling agony bored through her with every slap of the whip against her reddened ass cheeks.

Her ankles felt as though they were cut to the bone and the muscles in her legs felt torn to shreds by the weight of her wildly swinging body. The sudden fear that Larry was going to flay her alive bit through to the tortured blonde's pain fogged mind. She wondered if death might be a welcome release from the agony she was enduring now.

"Let's do something else," Larry said suddenly, tossing the whip aside. He picked up the second whip, a small riding crop, and then retrieved another item Lisa didn't recognize. "Are you tired of that game, you sexy little bitch? Do you want to play something else now?"

"Anything," Lisa agreed, nodding her head in a pitiful attempt to please her sadistic husband. "Just stop whipping me, honey. You can do anything else to me you want. Anything."

"That's a dangerous thing to say, Lisa," Larry rasped, stepping in close to her and stopping her swinging by letting her body bounce off his hard chest. "But then you always thought you knew a fucking lot more than you really did just remember, you asked for it."

"Noooo!" Lisa screamed when Larry used the second thing he had picked up off the floor and stuck into the virgin hole of her ass, "Larry! Oh, please! Oh. Honey, I've never had anything back there. Baby, please, you know that I've never taken anything up my butt."

"Now you have," Larry said as he plunged the device up her ass.

Lisa doubled over at the first terrible intrusion, doing an impossible sit-up that brought her pretty face up between her legs. She caught a quick glimpse of what Larry was impaling her on before a cramp twisted through her stomach and she fell back down in a fit of agony. One look was all she ever wanted of the cruel spike of gold-colored metal Larry was stabbing inside her ass. The device was shaped like a funnel, so small a tip that it was almost needle sharp, so wide at its base that Larry had to hold onto it with both hands. The weight of the funnel as it rested on her wet, silky ass cheeks was enough to tell the terrified young housewife that there was something heavy inside, and she also caught a quick glimpse of something that looked like toothpaste oozing out over the wide rim.

"Please don't!" she cried, not even sure what she was begging her husband not to do. "Please, Larry. Fuck me. Let me make you feel good. Don't hurt me anymore."

Larry smiled down at her menacingly. He stepped around in front of her, not releasing his hold on the funnel that was piercing her shitter. Lisa noticed for the first time when he stepped around in front of her that her face was at exactly the same level as his stiff, dripping cock. The slimy head of his swollen prick almost brushed her cheek as he stood in front of her, and Lisa turned her pretty face away in disgust.

"Still a cock-tease," Larry said sadly, seeing the look of revulsion that twisted his blonde wife's beautiful features. "That's too bad, Lisa. I really had hoped this wouldn't be necessary."

He grabbed the wide base of the funnel and pulled it down into Lisa's straining asshole. And the sleek blonde beauty's world exploded into a hellish nightmare of rending agony.

Only the first inch of the point had been shoved into Lisa's virgin asshole before. Now four inches, five inches, six inches of widening metal was buffing its way inside her painfully straining shit chute. Lisa screamed in agony as the tight rings of muscles in her asshole tore loose under the relentless advance of the funnel.

Larry pulled down on the funnel as hard as he could, burying one inch after another into the overloaded bud of his sexy wife's virgin asshole.

Her ass cheeks spread wider yet, the muscular ass globes pushed so far apart by the broad base of the funnel that it seemed that they would burst apart at any second. The well-toned muscles in her silky ass cheeks flexed in maddened contractions around the unnatural intrusion of the funnel, but it was a hopeless battle. Already her muscles were burning with exhaustion, and it was getting harder with each passing second for the pain-racked young beauty to make her ass cheeks work together.

This was worse than the beating, Lisa thought dimly. At least, while Larry was whipping her she could thrash around in an effort to avoid some of the agony. There was no hope of escape from what Larry was doing to her now. He was leaning every bit of his strength down onto the steel funnel, forcing it relentlessly into her ass. He could keep pushing it inside her until it was buried completely up her asshole, or until her sleek little body burst from the unbearable pressure of the intrusion.

Lisa plunged her face against the oozing, swollen head of her husband's cock. The only thought her pain-clouded mind could grasp was that Larry might stop the killing torture if she sucked the jism out of his cock.

Larry laughed at the blonde's frantic efforts to get her mouth on his cock. He jerked his hips back and forth and from side to side, teasing his sexy wife with his drooling cock. Lisa lunged her face forward time after time, her pouting lips parted and her saucy features reddened with pain and effort. Larry jerked his cock away from her lips, banged it instead over her silky cheeks and trembling chin.

Lisa howled like a wild animal, the mix of pain and frustration she was feeling robbing her of coherent thought. Her ass cheeks felt as though they no longer connected at any point. Her tortured virgin shitter seemed to have been shredded completely, and there was a wetness inside her that she knew was blood.

Still, Larry forced the huge funnel inside her, spreading her ass impossibly wide, goring her shitter with barbarous glee.

"Stick your tongue out and lick my cock," Larry ordered, marveling at how much of the funnel her virgin shitter had accommodated. "Come on, ball-buster, you can reach it. Just try a little bit harder."

Tears of anguish trickled over Lisa's forehead as she arched her back and strained her neck to try to reach the tip of her husband's long, hard cock. He inched away every time her lips drew close, tormenting her by snatching one near success after another out of her reach.

"You're an athletic little bitch, Lisa dear," Larry said, straining to drive even more of the funnel inside his wife's ravaged ass chute. "Look at the way you're moving that sexy little body now. I bet you've used a lot of different creams on that silky skin after a hard tennis match or a long day at the health club."

Lisa couldn't keep track of what her husband was telling her. Her young mind was too dazed with pain, and what little concentration she had left was fixed on reaching the fat, slimy head of Larry's cock with the wet, pink tip of her tongue. She was drooling for a taste of his cock now, spit running freely from her open, gasping mouth. With a final effort that brought pain tearing through her right shoulder, she lashed her tongue over his slimy red prick head.