Bent double, she could barely breathe.
But there was a bit of stimulation in this, too. Her legs rubbed seductively across her turgid nipples. She was able to crush her tits almost flat against her chest. The motion of her legs across her tits as he fucked her gave an added thrill she would have missed otherwise.
But the worst of her pain came from her anus. She was vainly trying to keep the wine enema locked inside her body. It was a losing battle. The harder he fucked her up the cunt, the more she wanted to let loose the stream of wine in her bowels.
She vaguely realized that holding so tightly to the wine was what made the fucking so superb. It was better than any fucking she had ever gotten before.
'Hurry, hurry and do it! I… aaaaaieeeeee!'
She came in a rush. She wasn't even aware of how she clamped down with her asshole in an attempt to keep the wine locked up inside her body. The orgasm ripped through her cunt, pressed the soft, yielding cunt walls into the man's cock until it was pulsing and dancing with lust.
He had to force down the rising tide of his own jism. If he had simply relaxed, he would have been fountaining out his come into her greedy cunt. But he wasn't finished. He wanted to fuck her more.
This tight and hot a cunt was a rarity and he wanted to enjoy it to the maximum before he came.
'K-keep fucking,' she said weakly.
'Keep fucking what?' he demanded.
'Keep fucking my cunt, damn you. With your cock, with your pussy-pleasing cock!'
'Master! Say Master!'
'Fuck me, Master, fuck me, damnit!'
He drove in even faster in response to her words. They excited him to new levels. He was the one in command. She was the one in bondage. She was at his mercy, begging for his cock, trying vainly to please him.
She was the one who was securely tied to the brass bed, hand and foot, who had the wine enema she was trying to save for him.
And he was the one in full command now. He had only to ask and she would take it as an order. No longer was she able to withhold her cunt from him to force him to do something against his wishes.
She knew he would take what was rightfully his and without question. She would only suffer if she fought him. That was the way it was now. And they were both planning according to those rules.
He was fucking her with hard, deep strokes designed to push her over the edge of orgasm. The more he drove into her pussy, the more she responded.
Her clit was erect and throbbingly alive. She felt like it was pulling up and would explode at any second. As his crinkly bush brushed against it, she came.
The impact of another orgasm on her sensitively tuned body almost caused her to relax her feverishly tight grip on her anal sphincter. All through the ice and iron grip of the climax, she maintained her tight-assed hold on the wine enema.
That seemed more important to her than anything else. She couldn't anger him. Not now. Not when he was giving her so much enjoyment, so much cock, so much pure delight.
'Tighter!' he demanded. 'Clutch my cock tighter with that cunt of yours. I know you can do it, slave. DO IT!'
She grunted as her belly muscles spasmed. The way she was bent double was plaguing her with all sorts of muscle cramps. The little enjoyment she got out of having her upper thighs pressing down into her boobs was erased by the pain of being twisted into such an unnatural shape. She didn't mind staying like this for a few minutes while he was fucking her. In no other position could she take his cock so far up into her gooey cunt. But to be tied in this pretzel shape was becoming unbearable.
She felt his cock swell and grow inside her impossibly tight cunt. She was able to feel the pulsating of the big blue vein on the top of his prick. Even the thick cockhead was expanding with added blood that hammered excitedly into his prick. The organ was growing as his lust mounted.
Then he came. The rush of his pearly hot come made her gasp and she almost lost control of her asshole. But she bit her lower lip and held on. That seemed more important than the flood of the man's seed into her greedily sucking cunt.
'So fuckin' tiiiiiight!' be groaned as he came.
His hips exploded in a frenzy of activity. He drove himself balls-deep into her pussy. There was no holding back. Not with his lust burning so fiercely in his loins. His balls demanded release. They got it.
When he'd finished filling her small cunt with his load, he leaned back on the bed, tucking his heels under his ass for support. He looked at the bound woman and smiled.
'So you managed to keep all the wine enema inside, eh? Good. Let me drain it out now.'
She screamed as he cruelly rammed the tube back into her. And she screamed again when he leaned forward and pressed his hand down hard into her belly. But soon it was all drained from her guts.
She had never felt such relief in her entire life.
The feelings rippling through her now were nothing but pleasant ones. The fucking had left behind a warm glow. The thin trickle of the man's come out of her cunt-hole was familiar, welcome. And the emptiness of her bowels was such a relief she could have cried, cried with tears of joy.
She could forget the pain in her belly and arms and legs. It was somehow distant. And she knew that she would be able to regain control over the man.
He had been brutal to her, dominant in the extreme, but she knew that she could handle anything he dished out. She would end up calling the shots again. In this war, she would be the eventual winner.
She'd show him.
Then there was a stinging slap to her cheek. She opened surprised eyes to see the man grinning.
'Here, drink this.'
He thrust the tube of the enema into her mouth and released the bag. She gagged on the wine and shit he forced into her. Suddenly it wasn't at all obvious to her she could ever slip free of the man's domination.
Ever.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Diane was finishing off the last touches of her makeup. Everything had to be perfect for tonight. This was the night when Matt's boss would announce who got the promotion, who would be the new senior vice-president in charge of public relations.
She'd worked hard, damned hard, to make sure it was Matt who got that spot. She wanted to be in top shape tonight when it was announced.
'Hurry up, dear. It's almost seven and we have to be over at the Bryants' by eight.'
Matt mumbled something from the direction of the bathroom. She smiled into the mirror. Their relationship had gotten off to a shaky start. She still remembered that hell-week they'd spent on what they laughingly called a honeymoon.
'Don't think you can distract me or my friend! I won't stand for it!'
He opened his fly and out leaped his erect prick. She licked her lips and felt her cunt begin to ooze out its thick juices. He was going to fuck her! Just minutes before they were supposed to be at the promotion party! She would be walking bowlegged all night long!
And the bastard knew it!
She started to drop her skirt and found herself wrapped in the man's strong arms. He crushed her body to his. And she responded immediately. Her nipples hardened. But neither of them seemed to notice this.
Their interest was lower. Her hand reached down and guided his long, thick, straining prick into her cunt- lips. She moaned softly as the prick penetrated her and worked a full inch into her pussy. He didn't fuck her all the way. He hadn't for some time.
This way was so much more torturous for her. She desperately desired him to ram balls-deep into with the
