Unckown: The Willing Mrs. Talbot

Again his brother lashed at her shoulders with the belt. Winston's eyes were fierce with anger and he was shaking with rage as he cracked the belt against her flesh a few more times.

"Ahh, that's good, slave, that's very good," Dashiell moaned softly. "You take your punishment very, well, scum, very well at that!"

The young woman moaned, her back throbbing and her buttocks stinging from the cruel, vicious beating she was receiving. But she felt wonderful, for each savage blow was deliciously painful to her now, and coupled with the hard, throbbing power she felt growing in her husband's tool, she felt more alive and pleasurable than ever before.

There was something marvelous to endure the pain and torture of a beating, while she focused her attention on pleasing her husband. The beating was justified of course, though she never truly realized before, how much she wanted such a thing.

She felt that even Dash could not know how much she enjoyed this punishment. Even he could not see how much she needed to be disciplined. The clear, pure sense of correctness she felt was unbelievable, and she bent lower, now, eagerly giving Winston more access to her back and buttocks, for his belt.

"You bitch, you lousy scum, I'll make you stop," he snarled then, lashing the belt down on her flesh with increasing power and force. "I'll make you change your mind, you scum!"

Again and again he struck her. Dashiell watched his wife intently as she took the fierce, savage beating, watching for any sign that she might weaken in her purpose. But she shuddered only with the impact of the blows, not with any desire at all to avoid them, now.

Her fingers worked on his cock and balls feverishly, now. She kneaded and caressed the huge rod, pumping her delicate digits up and down on the tool, while she rolled his balls, feverishly over her knuckles.

She thrilled to the sensation of the hot come boiling inside of his sack, then, and the equally as exciting power that throbbed in his shaft. She could feel the blood racing through the weapon, then, pounding it savagely in her hand.

Winston lashed at her shoulders and buttocks, wildly, then. His frenzy was nearly complete, now, as he desperately attempted to take the young woman's mind off her task of pleasing her husband. He was trying his best to make her reach the point of turning away from the job, and trying to escape the blows, but with no success.

"Now your mouth, Maggie," whispered Dashiell. •His voice was thick with rising passion, but still quite under his control. "Begin to service me with your lips and tongue, Maggie!"

Eagerly, she bent her head to his shaft and flicked her tongue at the thick, engorged head of his meat. The huge helmet pulsated wildly under her licking caress, and her husband shuddered with the sheer, savage pleasure he felt as her tongue washed over the surface of his tool.

She nibbled with her perfect, even teeth at the rim of his helmet, almost giggling as she felt the rod thundering in her hand. Dashiell moaned wildly, jerking with spasmodic delight from her actions.

Winston cracked the belt savagely against her shoulders and buttocks, now, lashing her flesh as hard as he could, as he watched her lathering her husband's tool. To be sure, She gasped and shuddered with pain from his blows, but nothing seemed to disturb the passion with which she was attending to Dashiell's needs.

His older brother felt all his chances slipping right out of his grasp, and he was gasping as he cracked the belt against her bottom again and again. Welts were raising up on her flesh, ugly and red, but still the girl continued almost impassively.

Harder now, he cracked the thick, hard leather at her flesh. He bore into the attack, putting every bit of strength he had behind the blows. She sobbed and moaned with agony, but continued to lick and kiss her way down to the root of Dashiell's prick.

She slithered her tongue through the thick thatch of hair that covered his throbbing ball bag, her lips trembling with passion. She had the powerful, delicious mixture of pain and pleasure rippling through her flesh, now, and she sighed with delight, as they continued to surge in her loins.

From merely being beaten, while she ran her tongue over Dashiell's balls, she could feel pleasure rolling in her pussy. She needed no contact with her own loins to experience this delight, for the mere realization that she was being punished, even as she serviced Dashiell was enough to set her off.

Winston could hardly lift his arm any longer, and he moaned at last, stumbling back in defeat. E.G. leaped from the table, then, and disappeared into the house, returning moments later, with a strange, ugly tool in his hands.

"Let's see how she likes the kiss of barbed wire," he snarled coldly, as he approached the couple. "Let's see how she ignores that!"

Maggie and Dashiell gazed at the wooden-handled whip he had in his hand, a long, gleaming strand of barbed wire dangling from the thick, round handle. Dashiell turned her head back to his prick and nodded coldly to his father.

"Take my balls in your mouth, now, Maggie," he whispered, still gazing into his father's glaring eyes. "Continue with your task of servicing me. Your discipline must go on!"

Eagerly she opened her mouth then and pulled his balls into the warm, moist cavity. She tensed her body in anticipation, now, realizing that this would be the hardest test for her to endure.

E.G. stepped behind the kneeling young woman, gazing fondly at her naked back and buttocks, striped and welted from his older son's beating. "She'll not stand the lashing I'll give her," he laughed cruelly. "No one can bear this punishment!"

"She can bear whatever she deserves," hissed Dashiell, now..He moaned as he felt his wife's tongue slashing at his nuts, flicking them back and forth against her moist inner cheeks with the tip of her precious tongue. "Punish her, E.G., let her show you how much she craves good discipline!"

E.G. Talbot was breathing wildly as he whirled the barbed wire whip around his head, and expertly lashed the gleaming strand at Maggie's helpless shoulders. The strand slashed over her flesh, the barb cutting her skin, cruelly, then.

A scream rippled in her throat as her flesh was torn open, but she merely swayed in time with the blow, stiffening as the pain enveloped her. She turned her mind back to her husband's balls, then, sucking on them hungrily now, to concentrate on her task.

E.G. growled in a strangled voice, his eyes wide at the blood that was beginning to drip from Maggie's ripped shoulders. He whirled the whip around his head once more, and lashed downward at her tender buttocks, now.

The ugly barbs cut deep this time, and the girl gasped in agony as she felt them tearing into her once more. The pain seared her flesh like a dozen white hot knives, but she did not pull her mouth from her husband's balls.

"You little scum," snarled E.G. Talbot in rage. "You'll stop, you bitch! You'll stop or I'll tear the flesh from your bones!"

"The cock, Maggie, suck the cock, now," Dashiell moaned, watching in sickness as his father lashed at the girl's bottom once again with the wicked tool. "Suck the cock, now, Maggie, I command you!"

E.G. put all his strength into the beating, now. He whipped the ugly, vicious barbs back and forth against her flesh, tearing her skin countless numbers of times, in a violent effort to make her stop sucking her husband.

"She won't be able to blow you, I promise you," he snarled. "I'll make sure of that, the bitch!"

But Maggie would not stop. She quickly lifted her head up and slipped the huge, thick helmet of her husband's cock between her teeth. As E.G. bore down on her with the barbed wire whip, she rode the throbbing spear, effortlessly into the depths of her warm, silken throat tunnel.