Chapter 4

Frank bothered her once during the night. Martha was thankful for that. He let her have a good night's sleep. Although, it was uncomfortable sleeping with one arm shackled.

The strident ring of the telephone woke the two occupants of the bed. Martha struggled to reach the phone. Frank grabbed her by the shoulder.

"Don't try any heroics!" he warned her. "Just play it cool! If it's your husband, act natural. You get smart and we'll be out of here before anyone gets here. But you'll be here! Dead!"

Her first thought was to grab the phone and blurt out a cry for help. Frank's threat and careful reconsideration convinced her such a move would be foolish. She nodded.

Martha picked up the phone as Stan rushed into the room. Frank placed a finger over his lips to warn him to be silent.

"Hello, Bobby!" she greeted her husband. "I'm fine! No, I'm not really mad at you! That was a horrible thing for you to do! Run back to the city and leave me up here alone! I could have been murdered or raped!"

Frank gave her a jab in the ribs. She grimaced.

"Yes, dear! I've been reading the books! No, I haven't started to use those fun toys you left! I'm still trying to figure out why you left them here for me!" she lied. "By the way! When are you coming up here to get me? Today? That's nice! What time? About ten? Good! I'll be ready! Yes! I love you too!" Martha hung up.

She reached for her wrist watch. "It's a quarter after eight! My husband will be here about ten! I think you two better leave!" she warned.

Frank chuckled. "Nice try, Martha! I have a hunch your loving husband won't be here until Monday morning or later! In the meantime, let's all wash, have breakfast, and continue the fun and games."

Martha frowned in annoyance. How the hell did he know Bobby wouldn't be there before Monday?

He unlocked the handcuff and Martha stood up, rubbing her arm. She started for the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Stan asked.

"To take a leak!" she snapped. "Got any objections!"

"Pee my guest!" Stan chuckled over the quip.

She walked past him, sniffing disdainfully. Martha was pleased they had allowed her this privacy for a personal act. As she sat on the toilet, she reflected over the past events. Her husband's refusal to pick her up, bothered her. He told her being alone would help her meditate on her hangups!

There weren't any more hang-ups left! Her two unwelcome guests had seen to that! In retrospect, Martha couldn't knock her experiences. She had received quite a sexual education without compromising herself. After all, they did rape her! If she ever got back to her husband, she was certain their love life would show a marked improvement.

Martha washed herself and brushed her teeth. Out in the kitchen, she went about making breakfast for everyone.

Eating breakfast, Frank remarked, "I'm glad to see you're getting into the spirit of things, Martha. You're more co-operative. After breakfast, I'm going to finish your education. I'm going to teach you how to give head!"

"Thanks!" she answered in exaggerated appreciation. "I can hardly wait!"

"That's what I like about you, Martha!" Frank replied. "You're so enthusiastic in spite of the circumstances. You show good judgment. If you can't lick 'em, join 'em!"

"Just call me a good sport!" she sarcasmed. "You are!" Frank told her. "I mean it! You're trying to make the best of a bad situation."

She grunted. It was a bad situation, but it could be worse! Stan appeared to be the type one could identify as a rapist! Frank didn't! That puzzled her. She shrugged the thoughts out of her mind. Who the hell knew what type qualified as a rapist? There were all kinds!

They moved into the main room and Stan started up a new fire. Frank moved over to the couch and sat down in a slouch.

"I want your hands free," he explained, "that's why I'm not tying you up this time. Kneel down between my legs."

Martha got down on her knees, her eyes fixed on his cock in a semi-rigid state. She listened as Frank gave her new instructions.

She cupped his balls in one palm and held the base of his shaft in the other. Stroking his shaft with her curled fingers several times made his cock stiffen. Pursed lips kissed the ruby crown. Her mouth opened in a partial yawn. His cockhead was placed against the opening. With a slow suction, Martha drew in the waiting dick.

Frank's prick disappeared into her moist oral cavern. Half of his bony hard-on rested in her mouth. She continued to pump the exposed portion of his shaft. Her tongue and lips resumed the oral stimulation he had taught her. His balls were fondled while she maintained the erogenous tantalizing with her mouth and hand.

"That's good!" he approved. "Take your mouth away and keep jerking me off!" he instructed. "When I shoot my load, catch it in the other hand!"

Martha kept stroking his cock, watching it for signs of orgasming.

"Now, now! I'm going to come!" he announced. "Catch my come in your hand!"

She pumped her hand faster along his shaft. Her other hand capped the reddish cockhead. Martha felt the strong contractions as his hot jism squirted out. The sticky warm globs of come filled her palm. A small puddle of the viscous liquid collected. When the strong pulsations diminished she topped jerking him off and took away the hand filled with Frank's come.

The warm sticky come cooled off. Following instructions, Martha stuck a finger into the creamy collection in her palm. She stuck the coated finger into her mouth. Just the thought repulsed her! She knew one way or another, they would force come into her mouth. This seemed the easiest way with a minimum of coercion.

It didn't taste bad at all! Expecting worse, Martha was surprised.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Frank asked.

"Lick up the rest of it! Finish it!"

Martha's tongue swept across the sticky concoction in a hesitant sweep. Little by little, she ingested the rest of his come. Anticipating a bad reaction, Martha absorbed the rest of the jism without any adverse effects.

"There! That's half the battle!" Frank commented. "Now you can swallow come without getting upset. The rest is strictly method and skill. Suck Stan off while I tell you what else to do."

He exchanged places with Stan whose cock was already anxious to enjoy Martha's oral talents. She stared down on the hard boneless flesh. It was a bit smaller than Frank's, but thicker. Her hand caught the fleshy sac and caressed the heavy egg-shaped balls hidden inside.

She made strong sweeping licks up and down his cock. His prick was coated with saliva. Opening her mouth wide, she absorbed the head of his dick and closed her lips over the crown. Her lips curled over her teeth, sheathing them. The oral clamp was pressed tightly over the shaft. Not hard enough to hurt the sensitive cock! Just enough pressure to hold the hard-on in a secure grip.

Martha repeated the licks, letting her tongue roll over the velvety corona of the imbedded shaft. Her oral brush swept around the rib of his cockhead. The tongue passed over the tiny pee-hole.

Her cunt started to sweat. The erogenous itching began as she continued to lick the thick cock. She was aroused by this erotic act and a sudden desire to have the cock in her cunt came over her. There was a temptation to stop sucking and ask them to start fucking!

The oral contact sent lascivious darts through her. Her twat grew damper from the erogenous emissions oozing out of the vaginal walls. She switched back to long sweeping licks up and down his cock.

Frank kept giving her instructions. She drew the saliva-slick cock into her mouth. Her lips and tongue maneuvered over the absorbed portion of his prick. Only half of it was in her mouth. Martha's head bobbed up and down in a slow coital motion. The idea of Stan fucking her mouth increased her lust.

"That's the way!" her mentor praised her. "Now swing into a trip around the world!"

This was something Frank mentioned. She thought sucking cock was bad enough! His reference to licking the asshole for a trip around the world made her shudder with revulsion. He told her what to do. Steeling her will power, Martha obeyed him. Stan's prick came out of her mouth.

Her tongue flattened against the thick tube and traveled from the cockhead to the base of the shaft. She opened her mouth and tried to accommodate a ball. It was a little difficult. Instead, she licked and nibbled on each nut. From his balls, her silky tongue glided along the perineum.

She grasped Stan's thighs under the buttocks and raised his legs. Her forehead pressed against his balls as she closed in on his asshole.

Martha tasted the inner walls of his asscheeks as her tongue traversed the cleft of his ass. Her tongue swept over the hair on his ass. The hairs bothered her. If they shaved off her cunt hairs, why couldn't they shave off his hairs? she asked herself. He'd look more human without it!

The tip of her tongue reached the brownish crinkled hole. The sight of the tight orifice amazed her! She couldn't understand how a cock had penetrated her small asshole without damaging it!

Martha's oral exploration circled the perimeter of the sphincter. She tried to insert the tip of her tongue inside the hole. The taste and smell bothered her and she retraced her steps.

Going back to Stan's cock, she continued the various oral urgings. Her compressed lips slid up and down his shaft. Stan began to move his prick in tandem with her mouth. He was fucking her mouth in earnest now. Arching his back, he thrust his hips in a rapid rocking motion. His balls bounced against her chin, keeping tempo.

She knew by his frenzied thrusts, his orgasm was imminent. His spasms began, heralding the onset of his climax. Martha felt the pulsations in her mouth just as the cream-like aliment poured out. Frank told her how to prepare for the geyser- ing come. Using her tongue to control the flow like drinking from a water fountain.

Martha held the base of his shaft, preventing him from stabbing her in the tonsils. Stan made a final thrust, spilling his come into her waiting mouth. She continued to tease his prick with her lips and tongue. When his libidinous emissions waned, she released her oral grip.

Her mouth made little slurping sounds as she swallowed the remainder of his jism. She gazed down on the cock in her hand. It was no longer rock hard! His prick was a shrunken piece of flesh. The foreskin slipped its fleshy protective shield over the head.

A tiny tear drop of come peeked out of the tip. She peeled back the loose flesh and flicked her tongue over the remaining drop in a wanton gesture.

"How was that?" she asked. There was a slight hint of conceit in her voice. Martha felt she did a good job of sucking him off for a beginner.

"Not too bad!" Frank answered. "You still have a lot to learn! But for a beginner, it was good!"

Her ability to elicit a libidinous response with her mouth elated her. She had achieved some competence and wanted to try it out on her husband. In spite of the circumstances, Martha started to laugh. The situation struck her as funny.

Bob had isolated her with the hope she would rid herself of what he called 'her hang-ups!' Well, she certainly learned a helluva lot! She wondered what his reaction would be if he knew how she achieved that end!

"Let's go back to the bedroom!" Frank ordered. "We're going to have some exercises."

Martha stood up and returned to her bedroom. She assumed the gamut of sex acts had been run. They had introduced her to oral sex. She'd had her cunt eaten and in exchange, sucked cock. They had fucked her ass and cunt, individually and at the same time. Artificial means were used to arouse her. The vibrators and the water spray had induced some fantastic sensations! What was left?

She swung onto the bed. Frank fastened the leather manacles to her wrists. He attached the other ends to her ankles. Martha lay on the bed, almost doubled over, her legs fastened to her arms. She couldn't straighten out!

Her first thought was they intended to screw her in either one of the holes. Or use the vibrators!

A look of consternation filled her face at the sight of ping-pong paddles when Frank produced them from the attache case. Her eyes widened in panic.

"You're... you're not going to use that on me, are you?" she asked in a trembling voice.

Frank grinned. "It occurred to me that you haven't been a dutiful wife. Your husband leaves you up here alone in a kind of penitence. From the way you've been acting about sex, I got the impression you refused to satisfy him sexually. Under the circumstances, I think your husband has been very patient. However, I think you should be punished for denying him his sexual rights!"

"No, no!" she protested, her voice rising. "You can't do this! You wouldn't! I've done everything you wanted me to do! I'll do anything you want! Please, please, don't beat me!" she pleaded.

Frank exhaled a deep sigh. "I'm afraid we're going to spank you a little! You'll be all the better for it!"

He placed the paddle against the fleshy roundness of her buttocks. Her stomach churned in panic at the promised spanking. She tried to roll over on her side and twist away to avoid the punishment.

"Hold her!" Frank ordered Stan.

Stan jumped onto the bed and pulled Martha back to her supine position. He squatted over her shackled limbs and held her legs. The paddle rested against her buttocks again.

WHACKK! The paddle cracked against her exposed ass. "OUCHH!" Martha cried out. She felt the burning sting spreading across her ass-cheeks. Her body jerked at the blow, but Stan held her in place.

Sobs shook her frame and tears filled her eyes. "Please, please!" she begged. "You're hurting me! I'll do anything you want! Please stop!"

WHACKK! Another punishing blow struck her buttocks. "OUCHH, OUCHH!" Her anguished cries of pain sounded again. Her ass felt like someone placed a blowtorch against it.

Her hips jerked, convulsing her body. She pulled at the restraints to get free but the restraints kept her limbs restricted while Stan kept her from shifting.

The excruciating pain from the paddling made her scream. Her cries were screaming wails of hysterical pleas for the beating to stop. Frank continued the punishing tattoo on her ass with the paddle. Her entire body seemed consumed from the agonizing conflagration consuming her buttocks. She writhed in pain.

Martha thought she could feel the violent heat from her battered ass radiating up to her \ shoulders. She didn't know whether it was from the beating or the strain from the shackles. She doubted if she could take any more.

"No more! Oh, please, no more!" she pleaded. Her voice rose in an anguished hysterical outcry. "I can't take it anymore! Please, have mercy! Do anything you want but don't hurt me anymore!"

Martha felt the heat of the spanking penetrating the walls of her snatch. She didn't think this tortured anguish could affect her so. The paddling continued in measured strokes. WHACKKK! WHACKKK! The pain was so intense, she thought she would pass out.

The stillness of the room was punctuated by the sound of her voice and the paddle striking her flesh. Between screams of pain, Martha's tearful sobs mixed with pleas to stop. Frank finished giving her the sixth smack with the paddle and stopped.

Tearful sobs continued to shake her body. Frank applied an emollient over her fiery red skin. The initial touch sent additional lances of pain shooting through her abused asscheeks. She-was thankful for the temporary relief the unguent offered.

The restraints were unfastened and Stan left his position on top of her. Martha had difficulty standing up. They helped her off the bed.

She stood shaking with pain and anger. Her speech was punctuated with heavy sobs.

"You're ... you are . .. nothing . .. but... a bunch .. . of. .. sadistic . .. bastards!" she swore. "Don't.. . ever ... turn your . .. backs . .. on ... me! .. .I'll kill... y-y-you!"

"You'll get over it, Martha!" Frank replied in a conciliatory tone. "When we leave, you'll thank us for everything. You're just a little upset now!"

"Drop dead and go fuck yourself!" she snapped back.

"Make up your mind! We can't do both!" he answered. "Why don't you go out in the kitchen and do the dishes. It will get your mind off this!"

She rushed out into the kitchen. Stan was right behind her. "Just in case you're looking for a weapon!" he told her. "I don't want you to do anything foolish!"

Martha was shaking from angry frustration. Damn these bastards! I wish I could cut off their balls!

Frank came out into the kitchen and spoke in low soothing tones. In spite of her anger, Martha found herself responding. She kept busy by finishing up the few dishes.

Frank walked into the kitchen. "Time for another treatment!" he announced.

"Can't you ever think of something else besides sex?" Martha answered in an annoyed tone. "When are you going to leave me alone?"

He laughed. "There you go! Always thinking about sex! I was referring to a treatment for that flaming ass of yours. I want to put some more of this salve on it. This second coating should make it easier for you to sit down."

She was thankful for this consideration. Following him back into the main room, Martha lay face down on the couch. He applied some more of the unguent to her buttocks. When he finished, he picked up a tube of lubricating jelly and started to smear her cunt with it.

The fingers moving inside her cunt excited her. It wasn't necessary to grease a cunt for straight fucking. She suspected it was something else.

Martha found herself eager to discover what new way they intended to use her.

"We're going to use an old Chinese method called Bar-Ah-Fon-Goo" Frank told her. "Stan, line up with me!" - Stan stood opposite Frank with Martha in between them. Frank told her what to do. She suspected the name was contrived but the act would not be. They were going to fuck her with some way out position. That excited her more.

Following directions, Martha splayed her legs in a slight spread stance for balance, then she bowed from the waist. Frank moved into the center of her legs and caught the front of her thighs. Martha reached for Stan's waist. He caught her under the armpits and lifted her up.

Her legs were lifted off the floor. Frank held her like the arms on a wheelbarrow. He shifted her hips in an attempt to line up her cunt with his cock. Moving his cock, he managed to fit his hard-on to her hole. With a thrust of his hips, Frank's cock disappeared into her greased quim.

Martha was supported in a horizontal position. Stan's prick was in a semi-erect state, this she caught in her mouth. Confined in the warm moist recesses of her mouth, his cock swelled into a hard piece. She thrilled at the response to her oral ministrations.

Frank's groin was pressed up tight against her crotch. The bristles of his pubic hairs scraped and tickled her bare skin. Martha found the hairs scraping her skin added to the voluptuous sensation induced by this wild position.

Rotating his hips in a sinuous undulation, Frank grounded his rampant shaft in the moist confines of her pussy as he kept her snatch welded to his groin.

She loved the sensation of his bone hard cock stirring in the throat of her cunt. An incandescent flash of voluptuous lightning scurried along her spine. "MMMMM!" she murmured in blissful approval. That was all she could say since her mouth was filled with Stan's dork.

Earlier, she had learned how to suck cock. The experience had given her some proficiency, something she didn't have before! Martha was determined to become skilled in that art. She wanted to surprise her husband.

Her tongue drifted over Stan's engorged flesh in tantalizing licks. Compressed lips massaged his cock with lascivious enthusiasm. Martha's fitted mouth attacked the entrapped flesh with carnal ardor.

Frank's groin pulled back as he withdrew his cock in partial desertion of her quim. He returned his venereal piston in a measured thrust. His rigid prong slipped in and out in a steady cadence. The friction of his prick scraping along her snatch sent lances of rapture stabbing into every pore of her body.

74 She felt spiraling passions cork-screwing along her vaginal vestibule now and his pumping cock seemed to have deeper penetration into her hole.

Frank shifted his hands along her thighs trying to reach her clitoris. When his fingers touched her tiny center of pleasure, Martha felt a surge of erotic exhilaration. He grasped the moist turgid papule and tantalized it with a stimulating massage. His teasing fingers evoked added piquant rapture to the erotic ecstasy that flooded her aroused body. She tried to wriggle her cunt in a sinuous gyration to compliment his tactile teasing.

Martha growled in a sensuous groan. The sound was muffled by her occupied mouth, but there was no mistaking the meaning of her muted moans. Frank had succeeded in arousing her passion with his technique.

He continued to pump his cock in and out of her cunt. His provocative fingers moved her to rock her pelvis in cadence with his thrusts. Her lower trunk moved in erratic rhythm.

She tried to match his penile strokes with bucking thrusts of her crotch. The awkward position limited her movements so she alternated these movements with gyrations of her pelvis. One minute, she tried to synchronize her cunt with his pistoning cock, then shifted to squirming wriggles of her pelvis.

Stan wasn't forgotten during the concentration on her personal gratification. Her mouth was an oral cunt. She held on to his hips as he swayed back and forth. His cock slid in and out of her mouth without effort. Aside from Martha's occasional pelvic gyrations', the three moved in coital unison.

Her tongue rolled about his turgid prick, letting it ride along the shaft to the crown. Stan's thick cock was treated to a series of gentle nibbles. Her oral trap released its hold and Martha fastened her lips on the underside of his cock in the area where the crown joined the shaft, the frenum, the most sensitive portion of a prick.

Martha caught up the flesh and nibbled on it. A hiss of ecstatic pleasure passed through Stan's lips. "Hssssss!" His vocal expression was music to her ears.

Any woman could suck a man's dick! The trick was to get him to approve her efforts with erotic sounds of rapture.

In the brief interlude when she released Stan's cock, Martha exclaimed in libidinous exhortation, "Keep fucking me harder! Rub that clitty! Ooooo! That's good! More, more! I'm going to come, I'm going to come!"

Frank responded to her salacious urgings. He tugged and rubbed her clitoris harder and faster. She tumbled her hips in frantic gyrations and heard his rasping grunts as he shuttled his prick in and out in increased tempo.

Her muscles ached from the strain on her arms and legs. She ignored the discomfort. The only thing that mattered was the ultimate consummation of this act. Martha felt an orgasm burgeoning in her cunt, any moment, the erotic vortex would suck her in.

Coral studded gourds hung suspended from her chest. The twin mounds dangled in a wild sway, animated by her undulating body. Her swinging tits bounced together and jiggled in a sensuous erotic dance as Martha jerked her hips in a series of frantic thrusts.

She kept her hands on Stan's waist, holding tight. His cock was a lit stick of dynamite ready to explode. He shoved his prick in a series of quick penile strokes in and out of her mouth. Martha released her hold of one hand to clutch at his dick. She caught it, stopping him from impaling her throat.

The three bodies writhed in the throes of orgasmic exultation. Frank and Martha reached their sexual peak in a simultaneous discharge. She felt her come overflow like a flooded sluice gate. The heavy effusion dripped from her cunt, coating his prick.

Frank's ejaculated emissions shot into her waiting twat. He jammed his prick deep into her hole as the first dollop of sperm geysered out, his fingers digging into her hips as he fitted his groin in a tight fuse to her erogenous hole.

Martha felt the tremors of his body as he shuddered in erotic ecstasy. His cock continued to spasm in a climactic discharge.

She closed her eyes in dreamy contemplation of the voluptuous exhilaration that filled her pores. A sensual throbbing beat in her cunt. She never thought such erotic pleasures could be enjoyed so often. Light pulsations continued in her quim as the orgasms faded.

The venereal link in her twat disappeared. Frank removed his dissipated prick, leaving a small trail of come trickling from her pussy.

A groan of ecstatic anguish growled in Stan's throat. "Ahhgrrr!" He tried to ram his cock deeper into her throat. She held on to the base of his shaft.

His fleshy spigot douched her throat with his hot jism when the thick milky come gushed out of his spout. She tasted the sticky salty globs as it trickled down like a thick creamy sauce. Martha was getting used to the flavor. She made certain her lips milked the last drop from his shriveling dick.

Stan helped her to gain her footing. It had been an exciting fuck but Martha wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of telling them so.

"You're improving!" Frank told her. "By the time you return to your husband, you'll be an expert."

"I'm glad you think so!" she replied with a disdainful toss of her head, although secretly, she enjoyed the compliment.