Unckown - The Willing Mrs. Talbot

Winston moaned, lifting the vine gingerly in his hand. He took a step backward, then whipped his arm downward, slashing the thorns hard against her trembling mounds. The thorns tore at her flesh, savagely, and the woman gasped in pain as the tiny wounds opened in her flesh.

The pain was violent and fierce, and she sobbed, nodding, wildly, then. "More, darling, more," she gasped. "My legs, my cunt, all of me with the rose!"

Winston sucked in his breath, staring in shock and anger at the wounds he had opened on his wife's flesh. He hated her for forcing him to do that, but still he could not bring himself to lash at her with the vine.

He cracked it against her thighs and she moaned, shocked by the lack of force in his attack. "Harder, you fool," she snarled. "Make me pay, make me suffer for embarrassing you. Ohh, God, I need the punishment, now!"

Now the man lashed at her with the vine much harder. He whipped it cruelly at her loins and the vines tore deep into her pussy as he ripped them against her cunt. The tender lips of her vagina were torn by the vicious thorns, and the woman groaned, spinning around prom the force of the lash.

"My ass, beat my ass," she sobbed. "Ohh, Winston, discipline me, discipline me good, Master, please!"

At her begging, the man began to whip her with the vine, savagely. The tiny thorns were surprising in their ability to wound her, and alter few moments, her buttocks were ripped and torn from the blows, bleeding steadily in a dozen different places.

Clearly, Nola was enjoying this. She rocked from side to side, jerking violently as the thorns tore into her flesh. She was sobbing with pleasure under the attack, twisting to meet each lashing blow with obvious delight.

"Harder, darling, hit me harder, please," she moaned. She gazed over her, shoulder and saw that the vine he was using was nearly broken from his efforts, so she quickly thrust her hand once more.

"Again, don't stop now, hurt me again," she pleaded with him. "I need it, Winston. You know how much I need to be punished!"

Her husband seemed in a frenzy, now. He lashed at her shoulders and back with the new vine, trying as hard as he could to injure her badly. She laughed each time the thorns tore open her flesh, nodding her pleasure at the vicious cutting of her skin in quick, savage motion.

"You pig, you scum, you love it, don't you?" Winston moaned, his voice clearly agitated from being forced to abuse her this way. "You want me to hurt you, don't you? You want this discipline, right?"

He had driven her to her knees by now, and. her back was a mass of blood from the wounds the thorns had opened in her flesh. She sobbed, nodding her head wildly, jerking once more in uncontrollable spasms each time the vine slashed across her flesh.

"More, I want more, I want you to punish me as I deserve," she sobbed. "Ohh, God, can't you see? Don't you realize how much I need this?"

"I'll give, you more, I want you to beg me to stop, cunt, beg me to stop," he snarled. He lashed at her with the vine again and again, until it was a bent, broken stem dangling from his hand, the thorns torn free from the flesh they had struck.

Nola shuddered as her husband stood over her, moaning and sighing with the effort of having struck her. He was shuddering, himself, uncontrollably, now, jerking in tremors of anger and despair.

She looked up and into his eyes, then, her own blazing with anticipation. "You want to fuck me, now, don't you darling," she whispered harshly. "You want to take me hard, like I need, hurt me while you're doing it!"

"Yes, damn you, yes," he snarled in a tortured voice. "I want you to suffer, scum, suffer, for what you make me do to you!"

"Then fuck me in the rose bush, darling," she hissed. "Fuck me brutally while I'm pinned against the thorns! Make every movement hurt me terribly, Winston!"

The man screamed in anger for this new savagery his wife had thought up. He punched her hard in the face, knocking her backward into the big, huge bush. She screamed as her body flattened against the thorns, driving dozens of them into her flesh.

She gasped in pain, shuddering as the thorns began to move in her flesh. Her husband was already pressing down on her, now, carefully avoiding the barbs, himself.

"Now you're going to pay, bitch," he snarled, his breath coming in harsh, aching spurts. "Now you're going to be punished for your bitchy ways!"

She laughed in delight as she felt his fingers digging between her legs, ruthlessly kneading her cunt mound. His mouth crushed over hers, then, kissing and nipping at her lips, cruelly.

"Ohh, God, this is how I want it," she screamed, her body moving against the thorns beneath her, digging them deeper into her flesh. "Yes, painful, savage, yes do it, yes!"

Winston Talbot moaned as lie grasped hold of one of her breasts and began to knead it cruelly. He felt the tender globe quivering in his hand, the warmth of her blood pounding in the ample mound.

He pinched the nipple as hard as he could between his fingers and his wife sobbed with the palm of his ruthless caress. He drove his fingers hard at her cunt, then, mashing them against her pussy, while he tugged at her damp, warm cunt petals.

Her buttocks were dotted with thorns now, and she could feel them grinding in her fleshy moons, stinging her delightfully. She screamed in pleasure, jerking as the spasms of pain increased.

"You're a bitch, aren't you, scum?" snarled her husband. "You need to be punished badly, don't you, pig?"

She nodded as he continued the cruel and vicious attack. She could not believe how wonderfully, painful the tiny thorns felt digging, into her buttocks and thighs. She could feel the blood dripping from her wounds, and the warmth of it was beyond description to her, now.

"Ohhh, God, Winston, make me pay," she gasped, spreading her thighs eagerly apart, thrusting her pussy mound against his hand. "Take me brutally, darling, make me pay for embarrassing you, now!"

Winston felt as if his flesh was on fire as he attacked his wife's pussy, now. He drove his fingers into her savagely, pushing them past her cunt entrance with a cruel, violent thrust of his hand.

He buried the digits deep in her chamber and twisted them against her inner flesh, painfully. He felt her cunt throbbing around the buried digits and he laughed, driving them as deeply into her as he could.

"Suffer you pig, suffer for your cunt-like ways," he hissed. His voice was broken and harsh, trembling with the rage he was experiencing. "Ohh, God, you need to be disciplined, and a good, cruel tuck is how you're going to get it!"

Viciously he pumped his fingers back and forth inside of her, now. She jerked and shuddered, sobbing as the prongs thrust against her moist, narrow channel. He powered the fingers savagely in and out of her, forcing her cunt chamber to widen in a brief instant of time.

She lay on the thorns, rocking from left to right now, overcome by the pleasure of the pain she was experiencing. She jerked violently as the fingers drove into her cunt, enjoying the ruthless attack, completely.

Her husband's cock was throbbing in his pants, now, a hard, pulsating shaft that was eager to be freed from its: confinement. He groaned as he leaned against her naked, blood-spattered thigh with his groin, rubbing himself greedily against her quivering limb.

"Fuck me, Winston, I need you to fuck me, now," she sobbed, her legs shaking uncontrollably now. "I need you to give me the ruthless fuck that only you can! Show them, Winston, show them how brutally you can take me as punishment, now!"

The man was almost roaring with anger as he pulled his prick from his pants and thrust himself between her thighs. He pushed the soft, meaty limbs apart and wiggled up tight against her aching pussy.