was supposed to be? Fuck all those people who wanted to tell others the roles men and women should fill. Let nature take its course and see how things worked out best.
Matt wouldn't have traded the bound, sucking woman for a million so-called 'liberated' ones.
But he still took a full step backwards and sent her falling forward on her face. With her hands bound to her ankles and behind her back, she couldn't stop her fall.
With a hurt look, she stared up at him and his jerking cock covered with her saliva. 'I want more than your mouth.' And that pleased her, as it should.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Matt reached down and grabbed the ropes holding her tied so securely. As if she were a sack of meal, he dragged her across the floor and into the bedroom, a room dominated by the brass bed.
The brass rails on either end were perfect for what he had in mind. But he really only needed those at the head of the bed. Lifting the trussed-up woman, he dumped her on the bed. She moaned softly as she rolled across one of her whipped shoulders.
'I tired of your mouth. I want to feel that gripping cunt of yours all around my cock.'
He didn't wait for her to reply. He reached out and jerked free the candle still in her twat. She screamed as the candle broke the intense vacuum formed inside her pussy. He ignored it and threw the candle aside. He ran his fingers over her blistered and bruised pussy-lips.
'You cunts are all alike, never taking care of your most precious possession. I must cleanse you, I see.'
She lay in pain on the bed. The candle being pulled out of her was worse than she'd thought it would be. The nagging ache left inside her needed immediate attention. And she was fearful of what he would do to cure her of that agony.
When she saw him come in with a short length of hose and a hot water bottle, she panicked. He was going to give her an enema!
'I fixed this up special for you, my dear. Kerosene?' He waited to see the horrified expression on her face. 'No, not when you've been so burning hot all day long. That might catch you on fire and we couldn't have that. No, my dear, it's filled with wine.'
He put the enema bag aside for a moment as he refastened her bonds. When he was done, both her hands and feet were bound thoroughly to the head of the brass bed. But it wasn't in any position she would have chosen for herself.
He had her bent double so that her cunt was widely exposed to his evil attentions. Upper thighs pressed firmly into her own tits making them pulse and throb with desire. But the pressure on her belly was intense and she thought her hips would be pulled out of their sockets.
'Don't do this to me, I beg you!'
'Beg all you want, slave. I will do to you what I please. If you want to scream, do so. It pleases me.'
She bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out when he thrust the tube of the enema bag into her asshole. She didn't want to give him the pleasure of hearing her sob and cry.
But she had to scream when the burning hot wine seared into her anus. He had heated the wine and it was burning with both alcoholic and heated fury. It was making her go mad from the pain.
'You're burning me up! Why are you trying to kill me?'
'Stupid slut. If I'd put in cold wine, it would have killed you for sure. This is almost at your body temperature. And, damnit, you'd better not spill one Goddamn drop out that tight little ass of yours or I'll really discipline you!'
There was no telling what horrid things he could do if she allowed even one tiny drop of that wine enema to leak from her rectum.
It filled her, made her feel bloated. She was momentarily sick to her stomach but it passed. If she'd puked, it would have been all over her face and tits. She couldn't have stood that. The pressure in her bowels was more than enough.
'Hold it,' he said sternly. 'Got it?'
'Yes, ohhh! It… it's so hard!'
'It'll get harder!'
He jumped onto the bed and knelt down so that his prick was just barely separating her cunt-lips.
'Y-you can't fuck me!'
'The hell I can't!'
And his prick shot down into the hollowness which had so recently held the thick wax candle.
His cock was so much different from the candle that she had to scream. The long wax rod had been unbending. His prick followed the corridor of her cunt and probed mercilessly into every soft fold of her pussy wall. He burrowed deeper into her cunt than the candle ever could have.
She fought hard to keep her ass tight. She must not leak out any of the wine enema. He said he would punish her if she did. And yet it was so damned hard! She wanted to relax and go with the flow. She wanted to enjoy the feel of his cock fucking her cunt as hard and fast as it could.
But relax? She didn't dare.
'Wh-why are you doing this to me?'
'Keep that ass tight, cunt. I love the way your hot pussy feels all around me when you stay nice and tensed up.'
He began fucking her tight manhole with short, swift strokes. The friction mounted faster than it ever had before. Her guts were on fire, with erotic need. But she couldn't abandon herself to them. She couldn't enjoy the man's prick like she normally did.
She had to hold in every last drop of the wine he'd shot all the way up into her bowels. It seemed to be boiling hot, gnawing away at her flesh, but she didn't dare relax, not for a single instant.
She felt his cock surge a little deeper into her cunt. The friction of his cock-head against her pussy walls lit inner fires that had been smoldering for some time. She was coming alive with the fucking.
Hating herself for responding to a man who could do such terrible things to her, she began to moan – this time in pleasure. The warmth fed upon itself in her cunt. She could almost stand the pressure of the wine in her rectum. And the agonizing pain lancing across her shoulders could be forgotten.
Even the pain in her ankles and wrists could be ignored as the pleasure from the man's fucking prick burned into her body.
'Fuck me, fuck me good! I need it!'
'You can say that again,' he muttered. His body was drenched with sweat now. Forcing the enema on her had been a master stroke for him. This kept her cunt tighter than it had ever been before. While she was close to virgin-tight normally, her cunt gaped and got sort of floppy loose after he'd fucked her a couple times in a night.
Not now.
Now she would keep that virgin-tightness that he loved to feel all around his cock.
He fucked deeper, faster. He felt her pussy walls smooth out in front of his onslaught. His cock roared down the tight passage until he bounced off her cervix. Seldom had he penetrated this far into her cunt. But bent double as she was gave him an opportunity that was seldom available otherwise.
'Hold it all in,' he commanded. 'Not a single drop to be spilled or you'll regret it!'
'Oh, oh, yes, yes, Master! I won't dribble any of it out! Just give me the sweet gift of that prick! Ride me, ride me hard!'
She was lost in a carnal wilderness of pleasure and pain. Strangely, the pain accented the pleasure she was getting from his prick, the way her cunt had been so cruelly mistreated, she would have dismissed the idea as ridiculous if anyone had told her she would be begging a man – this man! – to fuck her.
That's what happened, though. And the pain made the pleasure that much more intense. She had something to measure the height of her desire against. The pain in her shoulders was fading to be replaced by agony from the way her hands and feet were cruelly bound to the head of the bed.
