Unckown - The Willing Mrs. Talbot

"You fucking scum," he hissed. "You've wanted this for so long, now you're going to get it, bitch!"

Savagely, then, he pulled her cunt lips apart with his fingers and fit the huge, hard head of his cock between them. She gasped with pain as he rudely thrust inside of her, suddenly driving his cock to the hilt in her aching pit.

He tore savagely into her cunt, now, twisting and turning as he cruelly buried his cock in her chamber. The huge rod throbbed powerfully in the depths of her pit, pulsating with the surging blood that tore through it.

He leaned his weight down on her heavily, driving her flesh against the rose bush as brutally as he could. The harsh, needle-like barbs ground into her flesh and torn her skin in a vicious fashion.

She screamed with pleasure as she felt his brutal cock throbbing against her inner walls, and the thorns tearing relentlessly at her flesh each time he moved. He began to thrust in and out of her, then, rocking his meat back and forth in a frenzied manner. Each stroke was more violent than the last, and the woman could do nothing but lay beneath him, suffering the assault.

"Ohh, God, harder, harder," she sobbed, allowing him to grind her buttocks against the thorns. "Umm, yes, Winston, hurt me, yes! I need it, I deserve it, yes!"

Again and again the man thrust into her cunt. She sobbed and shuddered, feeling the pounding meat tearing her inner flesh savagely, now. His attack and invasion had been so sudden, that her tender inner walls were not prepared for the assault, then, the delicate blood vessels were now being ripped and torn by the friction of his plunging shaft.

"You worthless pig, you scum, you made me do this, you made me," he moaned, thrusting back and forth uncontrollably, now, as his passion began to take hold of him.

"Ohh, Jesus, you wanted this, bitch, you wanted this punishment, you pig!" he moaned, grinding his cock in the depths of her pussy once more.

"I do, I do, I do," she screamed. She threw her cunt at him, then, mashing it hard against him as he drove down into her. "It's what I deserve, this painful fucking is just the discipline I need!"

"Suffer, bitch, suffer," he snarled, pumping back and forth in a thunderous manner, now. "Suffer for all you've done, suffer!"

The thorns were deeply embedded in her flesh, now, and the woman could do little more than endure the attack. She twisted and turned under his thrusting shaft, feeling it slashing back and forth inside of her like a sharp, lacerating knife.

His cock was swelling large in her pussy, now, and she knew that at any moment he would be climaxing savagely inside of her. She moaned and shuddered as his prick tore into her ruthlessly, now, using her cunt muscles to urge him on.

"Come, damn you, come in me, now," she sobbed breathlessly. "Come in my worthless cunt, Winston, come in me, now!"

Her passion was almost as fierce as his, now, and she sobbed as he thundered his tool into her again and again. Suddenly he began to gasp and tremble, his body bucking fiercely as the hot come spurted from his rod and splashed its boiling fury against her inner walls.

"You pig, you scum, you made me come," he groaned, grinding his cock in the very depths of her pit. "You made me come, bitch, you made me come!"

The boiling spurts of hot fluid continued to burst from his rod, then, filling her pussy completely. Nola allowed herself to be mashed hard against the thorns, shuddering with the final tremors of her husband's release.

Winston moaned, pushing himself away from her then, and falling heavily on his back in front of her. She moaned softly, then pushed herself up from the ground, grinning wickedly at the rest of them.

She rose on shaky limbs, then, smiling at them in triumph. "You see," she muttered softly. "You see how much I loved it?"

The look of contempt was clear in her eyes, and the smile smug on her lips. "No one can suffer such as I! No one enjoys punishment as well as I do!"

With that, she sat down, heavily, the exhaustion of her abuse consuming her, even as her strength was drained away by her loss of blood.

For a moment, no one said anything. They were stunned by what they had just seen, and their silence was proof of that fact. Maggie's eyes were narrowed to slits, and she had a grim look on her face.

Dashiell laughed softly. "That was quite a performance," he muttered. "You should be proud, E.G.!"

The big man glared at his younger son. "You proved nothing," he hissed. "She goaded him into it, he didn't really want to do it, he's just as weak as ever! I will have to show you what a disciplinarian is!"

He turned to his wife and snapped his fingers. "Get over here, woman," he snarled. "These, young punks know nothing of discipline, nothing of punishment! We shall show them what it truly means."

Meekly, his wife got up from the table and joined him. She was wearing a long, flowing dress, that gathered about her still firm and uplifted breasts, enticingly. The big man's smile grew thin and tight on his lips as she reached the place where he was standing.

He reached out and pulled the front of the dress down, harshly, baring her chest to the rest of them. "Are you my willing bitch?" he hissed at her, gripping a breast in each o. his massive hands. "Do you take your orders from me?"

Laurel Talbot moaned in pain as she felt his massive hands crushing her tender spheres, the embarrassment flushing her cheeks to a rosy pink. She nodded, submissively, and whispered her response in a trembling voice.

"Yes, of course, E.G.," she groaned. "I am yours to command, you know that!"

"And what happens to you when you defy me as you have, bitch," he hissed.

"I am punished, as I should be," she gasped. He was pinching her nipples now, squeezing the delicate buds between this thick thumbs and forefingers.

"You seem to forget so soon after I discipline you, don't you, scum?" he chuckled softly. He was pinching her nipples brutally, now, and the color was rapidly draining from her cheeks.

"Ohh, God, E.G., that hurts, hurts so badly," she moaned, shuddering with the, stinging pain she was experiencing. "I know I need to be punished darling, but please, stop that, please!"

"Silence, you worthless pig," he hissed, cracking her hard across the mouth with the back of one hand. "How dare you speak to me that way?"

The force of the blow threw the woman against the table and she sobbed as her spine cracked hard on the wooden structure. He advanced on her then, slapping her viciously, each blow driving her near to the edge or the table.

He doubled his fist, then, and punched her hard in the temple, knocking her off her feet. She fell to the stone floor beneath his feet and moaned as she tried to raise herself up again.

"My shoe is filthy, bitch," he growled. "Clean it off with your tongue!"

Laurel gagged as she ran the pink dart over the toe of his shoe, licking the dirt from it hesitantly. The bitter taste of the foul crusted earth was heavy on her tongue and she choked as she tried to swallow.

He grinned at the rest of them, as his wife continued to clean his shoe. "See how she obeys," he laughed thickly. "Even when she knows she must be punished, she still will do exactly as I command!"

Laurel moaned as she finished cleaning the shoe. Her mouth was black with the dirt that had been there, and she sobbed quietly as he reached down and took hold of her hair. He pulled her to her feet with a cruel yank on her mane, and she gasped in pain, rising to her feet once more.

"Now, bitch, for the second part of your punishment," he hissed at her. "Strip off that dress, pig, I want to be able to reach your flesh with my instrument of discipline, pig!"

Moaning loudly, now, the woman trembled with fear as she pushed the flowing dress down over her hips. She was wear a frilly pair of panties and she sobbed with obvious shame, as she forced these too, dawn to her feet.