by Gabi Moore
Daniel extended his hands over her flat back and gave her ass a quick slap. He slid a hand down the cleft and cupped her freshly waxed little mound, grasping at her with satisfaction. She was my little filly, and I was getting a good price for her at market.
“Looks good to me,” Daniel said.
“Take a good look, Adam. It’s second hand, as you know. That little cunt has seen some wear and tear by now, but I’m hoping you gentlemen can still get some use out of it…”
This time I did look at her, and found her eyes already on me. To my surprise, she no longer looked panicked. Instead, on her face seemed to be the most tender look of …appreciation? Awe? I couldn’t be sure. It was so bizarre. I tore my eyes from hers and focused on the men again.
Adam parted her ass cheeks and extended curious fingers over her, making her eyes squeeze shut. When he pulled his hand away again, his fingers were slippery.
“You like this, you little whore?” Adam said, laughed and playfully slapped her ass. Her head fell forward as she moaned.
“She loves it. In fact, every time I turn my back she’s misbehaving. So, she needs to be punished. Natasha, tell me, who do you want to fuck you first, Adam or Daniel?” I said, gesturing to each of them. She gulped and said nothing, then turned to Adam and made eye contact with him. I could tell he liked her.
“Adam? You want Adam?” I said. Of course she’d choose him. He was gentler.
“Good. Then Daniel will fuck you first,” I said, and I felt my own cock tightening in my trousers, pressing hard against the fabric of my suit. It was a classic good cop bad cop situation …or in this case, good cock bad cock. In any event, I wanted to see her fucked, hard, and a lot, and I didn’t want her to enjoy anything too much. Daniel would break her in.
Her little eyebrows quivered as she looked over at Daniel who, I had to admit, looked pretty intimidating. He was tall, well built, and a little rough looking around the edges.
“But …I’m …” she started to whimper, and for a second I felt sorry for her. I really did. But then Daniel laced his strong fingers round her neck and positioned himself behind her, menacing grin on his broad face.
“What’s that honey? You’re scared?” Daniel said. I had never heard him speak like that. Fuck, I was scared for her. But good. I wanted to see him upset her a little. I wanted to see her hurt as much as she had hurt me.
Adam smiled wryly and leaned over, then split her ass cheeks open for Daniel to pop the fat head of his cock at the entrance of her little hole. She swayed her hips from side to side and moaned. With Adam guiding, Daniel slid his length into her, firmly. She cried out loud, but I could tell she was desperately trying to muffle the sound. I would enjoy seeing her struggle.
He pressed in until his stomach was pressed hard against her ass, and she was wet enough to squelch audibly around him. It was hot. My wife, the whore, doing what she did best. It may sound strange to you, but my eyes flicked to Daniel’s face, and seeing that he was pleased, seeing how he enjoyed her cunt …my own dick twitched in sympathy.
Daniel drew back, pulling the wet shaft out again and then pumped it back in, and soon he was fucking her hard. Her little hips did all they could to stabilize against each strike, and Adam reached down and steadied her by her waist, his strong hands wrapped around her tight little belly. My instructions to them had been explicit: no kissing. No sweetness. This wasn’t a reward for her, after all. It was a punishment. If they were worried they were going too far and degrading and hurting her? Then they were on the right track. And they should push even further.
“Let me get some of that,” Adam breathed, and Daniel pulled out and made way for him. They switched positions and now Adam was deep inside her, and soon she was swirling her hips in unison with them both, her head dropping low to the floor and her breath coming in low grunts, like the animal she was.
I ignored the bulge in my own trousers; I didn’t want to miss a single second of what was unfolding in front of me. There was no point in her getting punished if I wasn’t here to verify it all, now was there?
Her knees shimmied further apart from one another and she spread her legs, pushing back into the punishment, her head still hanging low, hair veiling her face.
“She’s nice and warmed up now, gentlemen. Don’t go too easy on her,” I said. Adam flicked his eyes over to me and smiled darkly. He looked back down at her quivering ass and pounded in again, this time sending the chain round her neck clinking in a ripple along the floor.
I stood and circled around them, watching closely, not wanting to miss a single second of her defilement. I wanted to witness every inch she was rammed closer to the edge. When I had first met Natasha, we were drunk late one evening and I had held her hand and kissed it and told her that I would teach her anything she ever wanted to know. And now here we were. Life is twisted sometimes, isn’t it?
They were fucking her hard now. Daniel was in her again, and Adam had moved in front of her. He squatted own on his feet and angled his wet cock into her mouth, and like the little whore she is, she flicked aside her hair and gobbled it up. Through it all, my chain was around her neck. She was mine. Naked, bound, and at my mercy.
“Now both of you. Fuck her ass.”
Here, for the first time, she resisted a little. She didn’t move much, but I could almost feel her protest through the thick chain that linked us together. She threw worried eyes in my direction. I returned a cold gaze back at her. No matter what it took, by the time we were done here she would forever regret the second she chose to cheat on me. Oh, she would regret it deeply.
The moment stretched on forever. I watched. It took some effort, but her tight little body opened up for them, and soon they were taking turns violating her ass. I knelt in front of her as they did so and lifted her chin to me, telling her that no matter how much it hurt, she was to keep her eyes glued to me until I told her otherwise. She obeyed. At some point she went onto her back. I considered unzipping myself and forcing my cock down her throat, but I held back. She reached out for me. She wanted me. But as I said, this was a punishment, and her only job now was to endure it, not enjoy it.
When her body started to buck and shake with her first orgasm, the men grunted in approval and picked up the pace. She yelped and twitched hard, and Adam playfully slapped her ass as she orgasmed, his dick still in her.
“Your wife’s a little slut, Todd, she fucking loves it,” he said, and forced his way deeper in.
By her third or fourth orgasm, I could tell she was getting sore and overwhelmed. Good. I instructed the men to cum on her dirty, cheating face and they did, together, and she squeezed her eyes shut, face upturned to the hot squirts, her eyebrows permanently kinked. She had never let me do that to her before. Too ‘degrading’. Well, now her opinion on the matter was irrelevant.
I yanked the chain and pulled her to her feet. She staggered, face slick with white and hair in whorls all over her head. The phrase ‘hot mess’ came to mind. Out the corner of my eye I watched Adam and Daniel pull their trousers back up and adjust their shirts. They hadn’t even properly undressed. But my attention was on her.
She couldn’t look at me. I stared at her for a long time. My little whore, on her leash. Her knees were red and lined from the tiles, and her nipples were hard as bullets. Even in one of her more outrageous diary exploits, I’m pretty sure she never was fucked quite as much as she just had been. She was shaking. She was having trouble standing. It will sound sick, but for a split second, I loved her so much it hurt.
That feeling fluttered away instantly, though.
“I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” I said, the chain still in my hands. Adam was circling loops round his neck with a blood red tie. Daniel was fixing his collar. Straight back to work – I was impressed.
“If she acts up again, you just let us know and we’ll be happy to rough her up a little,” he said, smiling wickedly.
We all stood in front of her. Each of us a foot taller than her, fully clo
thed, and she slumped, naked and exhausted. I peered between her thighs and clear as day, right there in front of us, a slow, heavy glob of moisture rolled its way down her inner thigh and then trickled out onto her bare knee. The men had noticed it too.
“Natasha, what’s that?” I said, stern.
She looked down and then back up at us, her skin coloring.
“Looks like your little wifey enjoyed herself,” Adam said.
“I can see that.”
The drop rolled itself out, leaving a long trail down her hot legs.
Daniel laughed, and I took a step forward, threateningly close, and dipped a finger into her ruined pussy. She was soaking and fiercely hot, though she turned her head away from mine as I leaned in.
“Gentlemen, can you see what I’m dealing with? Here we are trying to discipline this little whore for her own good and all the while she’s enjoying it. Have I been unreasonable here, Adam?” I asked.
“No sir.”
“Have we not been merciful?”
“Nothing but merciful,” he said.
“What’s a man to do, when his wife is such a dirty slut?”
“Oh I can think of a few things,” Daniel laughed.
They both stepped aside, Daniel fetching a black envelope stuffed fat with money. Her face came alive as she tracked the black envelope being passed to me. We shook hands.
“It’s been a pleasure,” said Adam, and the two left.
I could make out faint red dents in her skin, where the chain was pressing down on her.
“What’s that?” she whispered.
“It’s the money they paid to fuck you:”
“Give it to me.”
I laughed.
“I think you misunderstand, Natasha. You’re mine. I sold you. Now this money is mine. What made you think that you had any say in this?”
She stood up taller.
“That money is mine,” she said. It seemed an odd point to argue. She was naked, for fucks sake, thighs sticky and mascara blurred, and I had just watched her get pummeled by two strange men with a steel chain round her throat. It was a hardly a good position from which to bargain.
“The arrangement is between me and my two associates. You’re just the product. Your free ride is over, Natasha. From here on out, you pay your way. And since you’re only good for fucking, that’s what you’ll do.”
I had never seen her cheeks a more vivid shade of pink. I thought she might leap out at me and try to tear my head off my shoulders, but she just stood still and quietly smoldered, hands clenched.
“You made me do this. You forced me to –”
“Nobody forced you. You did it of your own free will. You could have walked away at any point. Walk away now, I dare you,” I said, and flung the chain down onto the tiles with an echoing clatter.
She jumped back but stood her ground.
“See?” I said.
She was still wet. She hadn’t even wiped the cum from her face yet. I briefly considered bending her over and fucking her again, just to drive the point home, but she looked beat up enough already. I was, after all, feeling merciful.
“You made your choice long ago, Natasha. You chose to be a whore. The only difference now is that I can see you.”
She opened her mouth to say something but I cut her short, raising a hand to silence her.
“I don’t care what you have to say. Clean yourself up, for God sake, and we’ll talk again when you’re not so …dirty. We have plans to make”
“What plans?”
“Your punishment.”
“I’ve just been punished!”
“Your insolence right now has convinced me that your punishment wasn’t to my satisfaction after all. You’ve clearly learnt nothing. I underestimated just how hard I would have to be on you.”
I stared at her intently, daring her to say something else. She didn’t. What would satisfy me? I didn’t know. But I would know it when I felt it. When she was crumpled in a heap in front of me, well fucked, slightly bruised and sore and begging for my forgiveness, then maybe we could stop this game. Maybe then her apologies and platitudes would mean something. Maybe once I’d put her flushed little body through enough, she’d earn her absolution. But until then?
Well, I had phone calls to make.
Chapter Thirteen - Natasha
I adjusted my hips on the mattress and winced. Ouch.
Once I arrived home, I had tumbled into bed, sinking into a blank sleep that lasted more than ten hours. It was late morning when I finally awoke, feeling like my whole body and mind had been dunked in water and scrubbed clean. The world around me seemed crisp and light and fresh. When was the last time I had slept so well, anyway?
The only thing assuring me that what happened last night wasn’t a dream was the searing pain between my legs. I shifted my weight on the chair again. Ouch. Two men I had never met before had torn into me without mercy, and now the memory of their cocks shot right through the center of me, making me ache with every moment. It was a deliciously dirty feeling, a secret one, tucked far inside me.
I turned to see him next to me. Todd. My Todd. Asleep, his face seemed so plain and human. He was unguarded, his features loose and resting for a change, and not tight on his face, reflecting whatever that went on in that sick brain of his. It was a lesson I learned early on: the “powerful” men are really the weak ones. The more armor they wear, the more fragile they are underneath.
We had come home late last night, I had begged him to fuck me. Sure, I was sore. My entire body had puffed up, swollen and raw and still buzzing, but I was certain the second he inched into me, some strange inner workings would wake me up again and my body would recognize him. And in the darkness, finally alone, I wanted so badly for him to just hold onto me. I wanted to come hard, with him, and for him to just let me shake, my spent body eventually shuddering limply in his arms. I begged him. I pleaded. But he kissed my forehead and told me that no, we would sleep.
Apparently, Todd had been sleep deprived too. I watched him for a moment, mesmerized by the flutter the air made as it left him, and then stretched and quietly got up, trying not to wake him. I padded over barefoot to the mirror. I looked the same as I did yesterday, I guess. I walked over to my walk in closet, quietly clicked the door closed behind me and sat down on the floor. I opened the hidden compartment and pulled out the black book. I turned to the most recent entry.
Last night I was punished. Two men took turns with me, and I did as they told me, and they fucked me everywhere. Todd watched, to make sure that they did it right. They both came on my face and left. I cried out and came many, many times, because I love cock and can never get enough. But I have to be disciplined further. I will leave that to Todd. He knows what I need. I love him. Ten out of ten.
I stared at the words for a long time. When did he even have the opportunity to write them? I had been checking these pages obsessively. He must have done it last night. My fingers stroked over the rough paper. I love him. Why had he put that in there?
And did it matter? I read the entry again and again and it occurred to me: all of it was true. It’s not what I would have written myself but …did I mind? Didn’t I love him? Wasn’t it true that I couldn’t get enough cock? I shut he book, put it away and leaned against the wardrobe door. I could sleep for three days straight if I really trusted that Todd to “know what I need”.
When I walked back into the main bedroom, he was sitting upright in bed, staring at nothing. His face was soft.
“Come and lay here with me,” he said. No trace of the man who had ordered my defilement the night before. In fact, it didn’t sound like the same voice at all. I climbed into the covers and snuggled next to him. He smelt of sleep and warmth and laundry detergent. Not quite the dark overlord he had seemed only a few hours ago.
“I’m taking today off as well. Will you come with me somewhere nice? I could get them to pack a picnic for us and we can head off, just the two of us.”
As he
said the words, and I can’t describe it but the moment he spoke, I burst into tears. Big, hot tears fell down my cheeks. He looked at me with surprise.
“Natty …hey, Natty, look at me.”
I turned sad eyes to him.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from,” I said, quickly trying to wipe away the tears. “I must look a mess right now…” He kissed my forehead and smoothed away a tear with the pad of his thumb. His face was so soft.
“I like you when you look a mess,” he said quietly, and then broke out into a grin.
I nestled back down into the covers, nuzzling against his big body.
“Is this what we do now? Am I going to be “punished” forever and ever like this? I’m so confused. I don’t know what we’re doing Todd, please just talk to me and tell me what you’re thinking.” I felt a fresh sob rising in my throat. But he cut me short and held a finger to my lips.
“No. It’s too late for talking.” He shifted his weight in the bed and laced his fingers behind his neck. “When we married, I told you that I would devote my life to making you happy. Do you remember that?”
I did.
“And that is still true. Even though you have no love for me, no respect for me, and no respect for our marriage …even though you –”
“But I do love you! I do respect you!” I blurted.
“Even though you don’t, and even though I fucking hate you right now, I still can’t go back on that promise. I made a vow,” he said.
“I’m so sorry, Todd.”
“Does that matter now?”
“I never really wanted anyone else, I only ever wanted you. We don’t have to do this. We don’t have to…”
“Well, maybe I want to now,” he said and looked down at me with wounded eyes.
“I wish we could just rewind all of this. I wish I could take it all back. I never wanted to hurt you,” I said, struggling to keep back tears. It had been so long since we had talked like this. Todd never had emotions. And he certainly never spoke about them.