Blake Garfield - Young housewife in hell

The maid outfit the girl wore was a black silk dress so scanty that the bottom of the lacy white panties peeked out from under the skirt and the proud swell of her tits overloaded the low-cut oval neckline. The shiny material hugged every curve of the girl's voluptuous body, accentuating her narrow waist, full ass and fuller tits.

"She is so beautiful," Elsa whispered, and Lisa could hear the click of high heels as the sexy young maid walked across the room. "I've never seen a girl with an ass so perfect."

"You ought to see it without a funnel stuck up it," Larry rasped, grinding the last of his jism out into Lisa's passively waiting mouth. "Those checks are so tight and round you wouldn't believe it. Enough to drive a switch-hitter like you crazy."

Lisa cringed with every step Elsa took toward her. She understood what her husband was talking about, and she easily recognized the clear note of lust in Elsa's voice. Lisa had thought that the looks the sexy maid had given her since she had married Larry had been of fear and resentment. Now she realized that they had been nothing but lust.

"Oh, my pretty, pretty pussycat," the young maid cooed, her voice thick with desire and mock concern. "Your husband hurts you so bad. Don't you love it, pussycat?"

Lisa wanted to scream at the awful girl. She also wanted to beg for mercy. As sick as it was, Lisa would gladly have screamed anyway so that she could free herself from the terrible agony she was feeling now. Lisa almost threw up at the thought of plastering her mouth to another woman's pussy, but she knew she would jump at the opportunity if it meant having the funnel pulled from her ravaged shitter.

Larry slammed his fist down into the gooey Ben-Gay again, disgusting sharp tip of the funnel deeper into Lisa's pain-shocked bowels and squirting more of the burning cream deep inside her. Lisa screamed round the fat gag of his cock at the sharp stab up her abused shitter. When she felt the second dose of cream start working inside her ass guts, she went out of her mind.

Larry dribbled the last of his salty jism into her waiting mouth, and then left his cock between her lips until she had licked every bit of spit and jism off its still-hard stalk. By the time he dropped down off Lisa's twisting, tortured body his cock was clean. Lisa's face was a blotched with a mess of tears and spit and cock slime.

Freed of Larry's heavy body Lisa bucked and wriggled at the end of her chains. She tossed and twisted liked a hooked fish, straining in a desperate, hopeless attempt to escape the a burning cream that had squirted deep up her ass. The burning was driving her mad, worse by far than the whipping Larry had dealt her, worse even than having his body hanging from hers while she was suspended by the chains around her ankles.

Lisa had never felt anything to equal the pain the burning cream was causing her brutalized ass guts. She couldn't even imagine a more excruciating torture.

She had expected the pain to be at its worst in the first seconds after the cream squirted up her asshole, but the truth was just the opposite. The longer the heated cream was inside the warm clasp of her asshole, the hotter it became.

She knew that her asshole squirming would fan the cream's heating elements to even more fiery life. She tried to control herself, but there was nothing she could do. Her brutalized young body was acting on pure survival instinct now, and it was only natural for her injured shitter to try to expel the burning potion.

It was as though her girlish shitter had been filled with napalm. The cream burned its way into the super-tender flesh, getting hotter with each spasm of her asshole. Larry punched the funnel again, squirting even more of the burning cream up her ass, and Lisa screamed with agony.

The beautiful blonde jerked about fitfully at the end of the chains, which held her suspended above the floor. Her lush hips performed a frantic bump and grind, the muscles in her widespread ass cheeks, sleek silky thighs and flat stomach all flexed in a maddened attempt to expel the impaling funnel and the scorching cream.

She felt her piss bubble into her cunt and tried hard to stop the sudden flow, but her body was out of her control now. Lisa gasped with soul deadening shame as her piss filled the upturned cup of her pussy. When piss flowed over the edges of her pooching cunt and started running down her writhing, bronzed body, another feeling started growing inside her that horrified her even more.

Larry and Elsa laughed at her, and Larry pried the funnel out of her ruined asshole. The funnel had stretched Lisa's shitter so wide that Larry could have almost fit his head inside the yawning tunnel. He did stick his hand inside it, but he pulled it out before the slowly tightening hold could clasp around his fingers.

"Pissing on yourself," Larry said scornfully, but he couldn't keep from laughing. "Just like some little baby. Is that what you are, Lisa? A little baby bitch who doesn't know how to handle a real fucking?"

"Yes," Lisa answered, fresh tears pouring from her crystal-blue eyes. The relief from having the funnel pulled from her burning, ruptured asshole was so great that she would have agreed to anything. "I'm so sorry that I'm a baby. I'll be a good girl now. I promise I'll be a better girl from now on."

Her piss poured down over her cunt, streaking her sleek body with rivers of stinking yellow piss matted her curling, golden cunt hair. Piss flowed down the crack of her ass, burning the torn bud of her asshole almost as badly as the heated cream that was still inside her. Piss flowed down over the flat, shuddering plain of her stomach. Lisa wanted to throw up even more. But it also did something else.

Lisa wanted to cry with frustration as sexual excitement tickled its way through her twisting tortured body. The thought that there was something dark and hungry inside her horrified the innocent girl, but she could no longer deny what she was feeling. The degradation was making her hot, the humiliation was turning her on.

She was hanging upside down, harsh chains biting into her tender ankles, the muscles in her legs torn and battered from supporting the joined weight of both Larry and herself. Her ass cheeks still felt as though they were torn wide apart, and her tender shitter was torn and stretched beyond endurance. Her ass chute was filled with burning cream, the fiery pain so intense that she couldn't stop squirming. Her ass and thighs and stomach all bore welts from the savage lashing her husband had given her.

She had been fed jism twice, once having to suck it from a dirtied rubber, which she had then been made to chew up and swallow. Another load of cum was pooled inside her pussy, and now she was pissing all over herself, in full view of not just her husband, but also a common servant girl.

She had been debauched as thoroughly as a woman could be. And she was getting so turned on.

"Noooooo!" she cried despondently as her cunt started squinting in sexual excitement. "Stop this, Larry! Stop it before something horrible happens!"

"Lick this," Larry demanded, holding the tip of the funnel up to her face.

Lisa stared in wide-eyed shock at the funnel. Its tip was streaked with her stilt and blood. Traces of gooey white cream mixed with the red and brown. Larry shoved the dirtied metal to her lips, and at her first smell of the funnel, Lisa threw up.

A moment later, she was cumming.

"Pleeeaaassseee!" she wailed, her hips bucking and surging, her bound hands reaching up to snatch the funnel away from her husband. She didn't know what she was begging for anymore. "What kind of whore are you turning me into?"

"The little pussycat is cumming into heat, I think," Elsa said. She stepped up and put her hand on the girl's heated cunt. "Yes. I think she's starting to understand just what kind of pussycat she really is."