Unckown: The Willing Mrs. Talbot

Once more he struck her on the shoulders and the pain seared her flesh as if it were the sting of a thousand tiny darts being driven into her. She screamed again and shuddered, twisting helplessly against his hand holding her long, thick hair between his fingers.

"Okay, ohh, Jesus, all right, Dash," she moaned, tossing his trousers at his feet. "You win, darling, really, you win!"

The young man ignored the wadded garment beside his naked foot and laughed cruelly as he twisted his wife's hair in his hand. "No, bitch, you've taunted me too much," he growled at her. "It's time I taught you who your master is, slut!"

He cracked the belt against her bottom once more and she writhed in pain, her poor, defenseless ass quaking with the burning hurt of the blow. She sobbed as he smacked her hard on the back with the belt once again, making her lurch forward under the impact of the blow.

"Don't… don't please, Dash," she moaned, gasping as the pain tore through her even worse than before. "Ohh, God, it hurts, Dash, it hurts too much!"

Dashiell Talbot laughed cruelly then his eyes wide with excitement. Savagely he twisted his wife's head around once more, forcing her to gaze up into his cold, blue eyes, alive with a grinning passion.

"That's right, bitch, it hurts," he cackled, lashing her hard on the shoulders for another time. "It's going to hurt a lot more, before I'm through punishing you!"

Maggie could not believe that her husband was doing this to her. Even as he cracked the belt into her back once more, driving the cruel, thick leather hard against her naked, defenseless flesh, a part of her did not want to believe he was beating her.

Even more so, she could not accept the fact that he seemed to be enjoying it. He laughed as he struck her bottom once more, cackling almost insanely as he brought the tip of the belt down in a ripping slash at the precious, quivering moons.

"Tell me what to do, will you," he snarled viciously, whirling the belt around his head and bringing it down hard against her shoulders. "I tell you what to do!"

He let go of her hair and the young woman tumbled forward onto her face, groaning and gasping as another blow struck. She sobbed with the brutal pain she received and squirmed helplessly on the rug.

"Crawl, you scum, crawl," he hissed at her coldly. "I want to see you crawl across the room to that bed, pig!"

Savagely he lashed into her flesh with the belt now. Each blow stung her to the point of agony, and she desperately made her way on her hands and knees toward the bed on the far side of the room.

Each time he landed a blow, her scream of pain was mingled with the harsh, breathless gasp of his effort He was breathing laboriously, now, his manly chest rising and falling rapidly as he struck the blows.

Maggie wailed in pain as she felt the cruel, thick leather of the belt caressing her tender bottom, and she could feel, already, the welts rising up on her flesh, as her husband methodically beat her, now.

Slowly she made her way across the floor. The belt rose and fell over her husband's head, each vicious stroke more painful than the last. The ugly welts and red lines were dotting her creamy flesh now, marking her unmarred skin in a cruel and horrible manner. He chuckled almost insanely, now, bringing the weapon down on her even harder, as if the visible evidence of his beating made his violent frenzy grow stronger.

His attack grew in intensity, until the young woman could barely move on the carpet. Her whole body felt burned with the effects of the beating, tingling painfully from the memory of the lashing tool.

She sobbed as she, reached the bed, the blows coming quicker, now, forcing her to curl up in a tight ball as he rained them down upon her. She screamed and twisted on the floor, gasping as he struck at her buttocks and thighs with a fierce anger.

"Ohh, God, God, please, please, don't hurt me anymore, Dash," she moaned, twisting wildly as he cracked the belt against her shoulders once more. "Please, darling, whatever you want, just no more, I beg you!"

Dashiell Talbot watched his wife squirming on the floor and his cock pounded behind his shorts. The hot, bubbling passion was stirring in his loins, and the come that filled his ball bag was raging in the tight, hairy sack, now.

"You have a lot to learn, Maggie," he growled at her fiercely. "A lot to learn about this family! We don't like haughty bitches, understand?"

He cracked the belt against her spine, once again and she screamed as she lurched forward onto her face, now. "Yes, Jesus, God, yes, I understand," she sobbed wildly. "Only stop it, Dash, please, please, stop it!"

The young man struck her half a dozen more times, then dropped the belt to his side, gasping for breath, grinning at her viciously. He drove his foot into the softness of her belly and she choked as the wind escaped her lungs.

"Okay, baby, you've been punished enough, I guess," he chuckled cruelly. "Now I guess I ought to reward you, for being such an obedient bitch!"

He reached down once again, grabbing hold of her hair and pulling her, rudely, to a sitting position. "You've had a taste of the discipline you can expect around here," he told her. "Now you can have a taste of the pleasure you can get if you are a good and obedient little slave!"

The words were shocking and horrifying to her, but she did not dare argue with him at this point. She nodded her head, wildly. "Yes, yes, all right, Dash," she groaned, quivering at his feet. "Anything that you say, my darling!"

He laughed in satisfaction and pulled her to a kneeling position in front of him. "You wanted me, didn't you, Maggie?" he hissed, coldly.

She gazed at the hard, thick lump in the front of his shorts and nodded. "Yes, yes, darling, I did," she groaned softly.'

He nodded grimly. "Well, you can have me then, bitch," he snarled. "You can suck me off, if you want me that badly!"

Maggie moaned. She and Dash had often done oral sex together in the past, but never had he commanded her to service him, without giving her the same pleasure in return. He was using her as if she were a common whore, or better yet, a slave, she realized. She sobbed as he tagged hard on her hair, yanking her head back, savagely.

"You said you wanted it, bitch, well take it," he snarled coldly. "Go on, take my prick, you worthless scum and do what you were meant to do!"

Trembling, now, Maggie reached up with both hands and parted the slit in the front of his under shorts. She saw the thick, red head of his cock poking between the folds of the garment and she pulled it out from the confinement of his shorts with the tips of her thumb and forefinger.

Dashiell Talbot groaned as he felt his wife drawing his manhood from his shorts. The

mere touch of her soft, delicate fingers at his flesh sent waves of delicious pleasure rippling through him, and he shuddered with passion as she wrapped her hand around his expanding tool.

"That's it, bitch, get it good and hard," he growled, his own voice horrible and savage to his ears. Memories came flooding back into his mind, things he had seen and done, and the sickness of his past began to overwhelm him, even as the lust and rage he felt raged uncontrollably inside of him, now.

"Work on it, work on it, scum," he snarled at the helpless young woman. "I want to come, come in your mouth, bitch!"

Sobbing, she kneaded and caressed the thick, growing shaft she held in her hand. She squeezed the rod in her tiny fists, and traced a path back and forth along the length of it, with the tips of her other hand's fingers.

Often in the past, she would thrill to the fierce, powerful sensation of his manhood throbbing in her hand. She loved to feel the hot, surging blood tearing through the shaft, making it swell up to almost twice its normal width. She felt a great delight and satisfaction that it was she that could do this to him. But now, she felt no such pleasure or satisfaction.