Chapter 2
"What the hell are you talking about?" she screamed, as the whip lashed her stomach the second time, even harder than it had the first.
She knew that he really meant business then, and could feel the ripping pain all over her body. She started to cry.
"Please, remember what I told you about my father," she said.
She could see the rage in his face, and she felt it again when he hit her on the belly a third time.
Then, he reached under the bed once again, and when she saw the thick rubber didldo that he had in his hand, she cried more.
He started to spread her legs, but she began to kick.
Susan still had no idea of what he was talking about, but she had some ide of what he planned to do with that dildo, and she didn't like it one bit. She was able to kick the dildo out of his hand.
Then, he reached under the bed again, and in those few seconds, she struggled to get free from the leather nooses. However, her struggling only caused the nooses to feel tighter, until she was sure that all circulation to her hands would be cut off.
He was reaching for another leather strap , and he made a quick noose.
Then, he slid it around one ankle, and pulled on it hard, so that it was tight. He started to pull the other end toward the post at the foot of the bed, and he tied it there, then proceeded to make another noose for the next ankle.
It was even easier for him to get that leg bound.
Then, he stood over her, and he started to laugh hideously.
Susan looked at his cock. She could see the way he thing was throbbing, and she knew that this was turning him on.
She hated it, at first, only because of what had happened to her when she had been younger. Also, she hated the way he had whipped her, causing her flesh to sting, and burn, as if it was on fire.
"Now, I want to know all about it," he said to her.
"All about what?" she asked him, and he moved the thick dildo toward her cunt.
She was so wet, because he had been fucking her earlier, and he had worked up her juices. As she felt him starting to move the thick dildo into her, she screamed in pain. The head of it was thicker than his fist, and that was huge. She kept thinking that the only way he would get it into her was to rip her cunt lips wide open.
"All about what?" she asked him again. "What the fuck is this? A trial and conviction without you hearing my side of the story?"
"Who did you fuck in this bed yesterday?" he asked her.
"You. Last night. You know that, Alan. That's all there is to it."
"What about the stains?" he asked her. "There were stains on he bed last night that weren't there in the morning. I know."
"Where are they now?" she asked.
He moved his hand near her body, and managed to pull the bedspread and cover down and out from under her. Of course, she had to lift herself up a little bit, and that caused some more cutting in her wrists, but he didn't care.
"Where are they now?" she asked him, as if she felt so triumphant.
He couldn't see the entire bed, because she was lying on part of the sheets, but he managed to slide his hand under her body. After all, when come stains dried on sheets, you could feel them without seeing them.
But there was nothing there, and he was rather upset.
It took a few seconds for him to get it all together, and realize that these blue sheets were lighter than the ones that had been on the bed the day before. He knew that she had to have changed the sheets that day.
"Where's the laundry?" he asked her. "Where is it? I know that you changed the sheets, you bitch. That's why there's nothing here."
"I washed them this morning," she said. "But there was nothing there."
She was lying, but hoped he couldn't tell.
In fact, last night, when they had been fucking, she had felt some of the dried come stains under her body, and had hoped that he wouldn't notice them. In all the confusion from that afternoon, she had forgotten to change them.
But, she knew, she had not cheated on him. She had not.
He lashed the whip out at her again, and continued to push that thick dildo against her cunt. She knew hat he could have rammed it into her, if he had wanted to, but he was not applying that much pressure, and that made her happy.
"There were come stains there," he said to her. "They weren't mine. You were fucking someone yesterday afternoon."
"I swear to you that I wasn't," she said.
Then, he took another piece of leather and started to wrap it around her neck. She felt how hard he was pulling it.
For a few seconds, she thought that she was dead. She was so sure that he was just going to strangle her with it, and she couldn't stop crying.
He let up on it, and moved his hand back to the dildo.
"Why did you do it to me?" he asked her. "I thought that we had a good thing going. Why did you do it to me, Susan?"
"Alan, I love only you. I swear that I didn't.. . "
He yanked on the leather again, pulling her head up, and he slapped her hard across the face, leaving a red bruise mark on her cheek.
Immediately, she tried to move her hand there, because of the burning pain, but she felt the leather cutting again.
And she started to cry all over again. She was terrified over the thought of being tied up, and that terror was killing her.
"I know that you did, and if you don't tell me who and why, I'm going to make sure that you never forget this night."
She knew that she never would already, just because of the fear she was feeling, but she knew something else.
She had made a promise. A career could be ruined were she to open her mouth and tell her husband the truth, because she knew what Alan was like. Although he could promise her that he wouldn't tell anyone, he would definitely tell Jimmy, and Jimmy would tell some people, and soon, the world would know.
She could not tell. She knew that she would have felt too guilty.
Besides, he had been nice enough to let her watch, and he had even asked her if she wanted to join in and make it a threesome, but she had said no.
She had told him that although he was a pretty famous actor, and that most girls would give anything to be in bed with him (and the girl that he was in bed with was the perfect example), she was faithful to her husband, and wouldn't dream of cheating on him. But letting a famous actor use her bed to fuck another girl was not cheating.
Alan started to move the dildo deeper and deeper into her cunt, and soon, she felt the head getting past her cunt lips. Once her pussy had been spread wide enough to take that in, things were feeling great.
The dildo was thick, that was true, but her cunt was wet enough from the fucking before, and the dildo made incredible contact with her clit.
She started to moan a little bit as he thrust it in and out, and then, he stopped, leaving the thick thing inside of her.
"Move it," she moaned. "It hurts when it just sits there, but it feels good when you thrust it in and out."
"You bitch," he said to her. "Is that what you told him?"
"Him?" she asked, as if he might know. "Who are you talking about?"
"The man you fucked in the bed yesterday," he said to her.
"There was no one, Alan. I swear to you that I didn't fuck anyone in the bed."
He started to drive the dildo in and out of her even harder. He moved his fingers to one nipple and twisted it as hard as he could, until he heard the way that she was screaming out in pain.
He could see the look of fear in her eyes, and suddenly, he was feeling great.
He was "even forgetting about the fact that she had cheated on him, because of the incredible sense of power he was feeling now.
He closed his eyes for a second, and thought about Jimmy, his partner.
Jimmy loved to brag that he had gotten into every sexual scene possible, and that the thing he loved the most was tying up women and abusing them. Once, when Alan had had a talk with him, Jimmy had explained why.
"You have power, he said. "It's a power unlike anything else you feel with a woman. No, let me clarify that. You know the kind of power that you have when you fuck a woman, and you're on top? You know, when you feel that your dick is the thing that she's loving, and as long as that's the case, you can use it on her as hard as you want? You know that power, Alan?"
"Of course I do," he had said to his friend. He didn't know any man who wouldn't, except for the kind of man who loved to get tied and beaten and abused.
"Well, it's like that power, only five hundred times as great."
Alan didn't really believe that such a power was possible, but he was starting to see that it was, because that was the very same power that he was feeling. Part of it came from the fear he could see on his wife's face.
He twisted her nipple even more, and felt, for a second, like he might actually rip it right off of her tit. When he thought about that, he let up on it. After all, he didn't want to leave any permanent damage marks on her flesh.
Susan heaved a sigh of relief when he let up on her nipple.
She started to think about how much she hated being tied. It had been a whole different thing when she had been watching him fucking the bound girl on her bed the day before, because she hadn't been the one who was bound.
Then, as she thought about it, she remembered something else.
After it hadd all been over, and he had been in the shower getting cleaned up, she had had a chance to talk with the redhead. The girl was no longer bound, but Susan had been fascinated with the way the girl had gotten turned on.
"How did you do it?" she asked. "I mean, I've been tied once or twice in my life and I've hated it. I've freaked out to the point where I had to.be untied right away, or else, I probably would have had a breakdown."
"You just have to get into being helpless," the girl had said. "You also have to really like the guy who's doing it to you, also. I mean, if you don't, then you might as well forget about the whole thing."
"I still don't think that I understand," Susan said to the girl.
"Well, if you like the guy enough who ties you and whips you, and you know that he's getting turned on doing it, then you can just get turned on knowing that he's getting turned on. That's all there is to it."
Susan looked at Alan's cock men, and thought about how turned on this whole thing was getting him.
She remembered the other time when he had tried to tie her, and how she had freaked out when he had done it. She remembered him trying a few more times, but over the last few years, he had just stopped it.
Now, as she saw his cock bobbing up and down, and noticed that one drop of pre-come after another was leaking from the slit of his cock, she started to hink about things in a whole other light.
The come stains on the bed, she thought, were really not a valid enough excuse for him to be doing this to her. After all, they could have been his own stains, for all he knew.
Not every load of come that he shot into her body stayed in her body. When he came in her mouth, of course, she would swallow it. but when he came in her cunt, his cream and her cream could easily drip out if she didn't clean herself out when she was finished.
She thought about a few nights back, and tried to remember if she had cleaned herself out after she had been fucking with him, but she just couldn't remember at all.
So, she was thinking about something else.
Alan had probably made up the whole come stain thing. He had probably wanted to tie her up for the longest time, because he had known how much it would turn him on. He was just making up some bullshit excuse to keep her bound, because he knew how much she hated the idea of it, yet he still wanted to do it
She decided that the only thing to do was play along with him then.
"All right," she moaned. "I did have some guy over here the other day."
"You bitch," he said, and he lashed the whip at her tits that time.
The thing was, her cunt had been getting so wet from the dildo inside of her, that her senses were really heightened. She felt the whip stinging her, but it felt sensational all of a sudden. Of course, she was thinking about the redhead, and the way the girl had told her that you had to be turned on to the man in order to let him beat you.
She had no trouble with that, of course. She had been in love with Alan from the very first moment that she had met him, and the love hadn't subsided over the years. She still felt that he was one of the hottest men she had ever met.
He started to thrust the thick dildo in and out of her cunt again, and he started to twist the thing a little bit, too. She was glad that her cunt walls were so wet inside because it made it easier for him to move the thing that way.
She could feel a whole new effect on her clitoris.
She had never felt something being twisted around in her cunt, and her clit was being massaged in the strangest way. She loved it though, and she started to moan a little bit louder as he kept twisting it.
"You cunt," he screamed, for the idea was to bring her pain.
He knew what he was going to do. He climbed up on the bed and moved his cock over her mouth. He started to thrust it into her mouth, deep, so that the head of it was forcing its way into her throat.
At the same time, he was ramming the dildo in and out of her cunt. He started to move the rubber dildo in and out of her cunt at the same rate that he was slamming his cock in and out of her mouth, and that was quite fast.
He could hear the way she was groaning and choking around his dick, and he remembered her story of biting her father.
"If you bite my cock, I'll rip your cunt apart," he said.
Susan had no intentions of biting his cock. In some ways, she was starting to get more and more turned on as he abused her. It was really because she loved him, or so she kept thinking.
She tried not to think of her father, for it was memories of him which had freaked her out all the other times that Alan had tried to tie her. Instead, she just thought about her complete and total helplessness, and how she really didn't have to do much at all, but lay back and let him turn her on.
His cock in her mouth was, although, when he held himself in deep and his heavy balls lay on her nose, she had a hard time breathing.
Still and all, when she could breathe, she was taking in the heady scent of his cock, and that was something which had always turned on her. It was working on her the same way it always had this time.
She could feel her cunt spasming around the thick dildo, even though the spasms really couldn't get too tight, because the thing was so fucking thick. She started to moan louder and louder.
Then, she felt the way he was pulsing in her mouth, and she was hoping that he would start to come on her tongue.
However, Alan knew enough about his wife to know that a load of come on her tongue would turn her on, and he wasn't really trying to turn her on that night. Instead, he was trying to make her pay for what she had done.
Therefore, he did something which he knew would frustrate her.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth fast, and turned his body around. He started to jerk on the shaft, and as the first load of come shot out, she opened her mouth to try and taste it on her tongue.
Alan pointed his cock up higher, so that the thick wad shot right over her open mouth and landed on her forehead. The next load landed on her nose, and some of it even went up her nostril, and blocked her breathing passage.
He was laughing hysterically as all this was happening, and he kept thinking that it served the stupid bitch right. After all, why should she get a rewarded after she had had the fucking nerve to cheat on him.
By that time, he was so enraged, that he forgot all about Selena. He had fucked her face that afternoon, and that was a form of cheating.
He decided to let her suck the last few drops of come out of his cock, but there was a selfish reason behind it. He wanted to make sure that his cock would stay hard, and he knew that her mouth would be good.
He started to shove it back in, and she could taste the last few drops of come on her tongue.
She started to suck on him a little bit harder, while he slid his hand back and started to work the dildo in and out of her cunt once again.
Soon, he could feel the blood surging back into his cock, and he loved the way that it was feeling. He started to moan louder and louder.
And when he was fully hard, and there was not the least bit of doubt in his mind that he would stay that way, he pulled it back.
Now, it was like a menacing weapon that he knew he could use.
She kept her mouth open to try and get his cock back in, and he started to slap her across the face as hard as he could.
He heard her let out a grunting moan when he slapped her hard with his cock, and she started to cry a little bit then. He continued to slap her back and forth.
"A cock whipping for a cheating bitch," he was saying.
"I didn't cheat on you," she screamed at him. "I didn't cheat on you, you bastard. How could you come all over my face when you know I love the taste of it?"
"You cheated on me. You even admitted it a little while ago."
She knew that she had, but she had just been playing along with what she was sure had to be a game of his.
She tried to explain all that to him, but couldn't get the words out fast enough because of the way he kept whipping her with his dick.
By sitting on top of her body the way that he was, his ass was pressed down against her tits, and she was having a lot of trouble breathing that way. It was easy to inhale, but when she did, his ass just pressed down more, so that when she had to exhale, it was really very hard to let out the air.
"I can't breathe," she started to moan, and he seemed to know that he was being a little too hard on her tits, so he pulled his ass up a bit.
But he continued to slap her face, because he was pissed. He loved the way it felt when his dick hit her anyway, so, while he was bringing her pain, he was also turning himself on as well.
"Now, I want to hear all about it," he said. "I want to know who you had over here yesterday, and what you two did."
"I swear that there was no one here," she said to him.
"I already know that there was," he told her. "You already told me that, and there's no way you can change your story now."
She thought about it. It was true. She had played along with his game for only a few seconds, but those few seconds were enough to have convinced him that she had, indeed, had some man over in her bed.
So, she thought, she might as well go on and lie some more.
"All right," she said. "It was an actor from the play. I had him over here because he Wanted me, and we had time. We just fucked, and that was all. That was all."
His suspicions had been confirmed, and he was even more angry.
He started to move the dildo in and out of her cunt even faster, and he could hear the way that she was groaning with pain.
He started to do something then that he knew would hurt her even more. He started to pull the thing all the way out of her cunt, so that her lips would have to put up with that super thick dildo cock head.
Then, he would ram it back in, so that her lips would stretch again.
He did it for a while, until he thought about something.
He really didn't want to stretch her cunt out, because if he did, she would probably turn out to be a lousy fuck after that.
He knew that she had good control of her cunt muscles, and always had.
Still and all, if he worked her over too hard, she might not be able to control them anymore, and he had fucked cunts that were too wide, and had hated it. It was like thrusting in and out of nothing but air.
So, he pulled the dildo out of her cunt then, and she heaved a sigh of relief.
"How many times?" he asked her then. "How many times?"
"How many times what?" she said to him, a s she caught her breath.
"How many times did you two fuck each other?" he asked.
She closed her eyes and tried to think about him and the redhead. As long as she had lied a little, imagining herself in the place of the redhead, she figured that she might as well go with it all the way.
She remembered that the girl had sucked him off first, and then, he had fucked her. He seemed to have come in her cunt once, although he never did pull out, but rather, he just seemed too rest for a while, and then, he started thrusting again.
She wasn't positive that he had come that time, and anyway, she didn't want to get Alan any more angry than he already was.
"Just once," she said to him. "Just once."
"Well, once is enough," he said, and he started to slap her again.
But that time, he was using his hand, and it was hurting more than his cock had been hurting when he'd been whipping her face with it.
Susan could feel her whole body surging with pain. When he had been whipping her with his cock, the dildo had been in her cunt at the time, so that there had been some kind of aroused pleasure running through her.
But now, he had pulled it out, and all that his hand was doing was causing her face cheeks to feel like they were on fire.
"Why?" he asked her then. "Why did you cheat on me?"
She had enough, she kept thinking. She had lied, just to play along with his game, but the more she lied, he more angry he seemed to be.
"Alan," she said, between fast breaths, "let me tell you something. You're the only man that I care about. The only one I love."
"Then why did you fuck someone else?" he screamed at her.
"I didn't. I lied to you. The whole thing was a lie. I never fucked anyone but you, and never have a desire to fuck anyone but you."
"Bullshit. You think you can change your whole story around how?"
"I only made it up because I thought you wanted to hear it."
"There were those stains on the bed," he said to her. "They were there."
Now, she started to think, what can I tell him? She knew that once she mentioned his name, Alan would know the famous actor who had used their bed the day before, but she had promised him that she wouldn't tell anyone about it. So right away, she would be breaking her promise to him.
She knew something else. He was a dashing leading man type, who most women would have gone crazy over. How the fuck could she tell Alan that she had brought him and this other girl back to the apartment so that he could fuck the other girl in their bed, without Alan thinking that she had joined hem?
Any girl in her right mind would have jumped at the chance of being in bed with that man, and she knew that to be a fact.
She was sure that Alan would know it, too, and he would assume that she not only went to bed with him, but went to bed with him and another girl.
That, she thought, would piss her husband off even more.
So, she was trapped in a lie. She had backed herself up into this corner and didn't have any fucking idea of how to get out of it. She hated herself for having done it, but there was no way out now.
All that she could do was keep denying that she had had anyone over, which was a contradiction from what she had told him earlier.
She tried to tell him that the come stains were his imagination again, but he was positive that he had seen them.
"I know how to get you to talk," he said to her. "I know a way."
And then, he started to untie the leather from the posts at the foot of the bed. He did not take the nooses off from around her ankles, because he thought that would make things too hard. She would start to kick again.
He began to pull both of her legs up over her head, and he tied those leather straps to the same bedposts that her wrists were tied to.
That way, her legs were pulled up over her head and her ass was bared.
Alan moved further up the bed, so that his cock was rubbing near her ass.
She started to push herself down a little bit, thinking about how nice it had felt all those times when he had fucked her asshole, but she knew that she couldn't get him into her unless he wanted to fuck her.
Anyway, by pushing herself down, even a little, she was causing the ropes to cut into her ankles even more, and they were already burning a hell of a lot to begin with.
He started to spank her ass, hard, with both hands, keeping his hands open so that his two palms hit her two ass cheeks at the same time.
Since her body was not turned on at all, because there was nothing now making contact with her clit, the slapping really hurt her even more.
She started to groan with pain, and she began to cry again.
He stopped hitting her when she cried, and he looked at her with anger.
"What are you crying about?" he asked her. "What are you crying about?"
"This whole thing. Alan, you have to know that I would never cheat on you. I wish that you would at least trust me."
"How could you wish that when you admitted it yourself?"
She thought that she could explain it all to him, without having to say anything about the actor. She thought that she could just tell him that she thought he was getting turned on over tying her up, and she had just been trying to help to keep him turned on. But she realized that was ridiculous.
He was only going to believe what he wanted to believe, and he wanted to believe that she had cheated on him.
He started to move his cock toward her cunt then, and he entered her.
Because of the way her ass was raised up so high, and because of the angle that his cock entered her cunt from, he wasn't making such good contact with her clit, and she didn't really feel much pleasure at all.
As he kept thrusting in and out of her cunt, he was slapping her ass, and she could feel the pain still surging through her.
She started to groan, telling him to get up on his knees more so that when he would thrust, his cock would at least turn her on.
"You mean that it's not turning you on?" he asked her.
"No. It's not making any kind of contact with my clit."
"Well then, let's change it," he said to her, and he pulled his cock out of her cunt, and then, rammed it into her asshole.
She was dry and her cunt cream which coated his cock was the only kind of lubrication that she had working for her. She screamed in pain, especially when she saw the way he was reaching for the thick dildo.
He rammed that right into her cunt, and started to fuck her with it.
She felt the way it made such nice contact with her clit, and she started to moan louder and louder. Although his cock was still burning her asshole, it was hitting her sphincter muscles and causing her body to relax.
The thick dildo in her cunt was doing a nice enough number on her clit so that she was turned on even more as he fucked her asshole and cunt.
She started to moan louder, and that was when he started to slap her ass again.
She felt the way her buttocks were aroused as he did that, and she started to wiggle her body around a little bit.
"Oh yeah," she was moaning. "Oh yeah, that feels so nice. So nice."
She started to move her body a little faster, even though the leather was cutting into her ankles and wrists even more. It was her ankles which felt it more than her wrists, , too, but she kept moving anyway.
She felt the way his cock started to throb in her asshole, and she was rather unhappy when he didn't slow down his thrusting.
He started to moan loud, and then, he was shooting a thick load of come into her asshole. At the same time, she started to come hard around the dildo, but he sensed that, and pulled the thing right out of her.
Susan groaned with a frustrated kind of pain. She knew that if he had left the dildo in her for even a few more seconds, she would have peaked. Instead, he had left her hanging, and she hated him for it.
"You bastard," she said to him. "That was a shitty thing to do."
"I'm supposed to be punishing you, you horny cunt. I don't think that turning you on is any way to punish you, do you?"
"But I didn't do anything," she said to him again. "I didn't do anything."
"There is no way that you're going to get me to believe that," he said, and he pulled his cock out of her asshole, slowly.
He stood up and walked to the bathroom, and when she heard the sink going, she knew that he was washing his cock off.
She lay there, and now that she was all alone, she could feel how pained her entire body was. The position that she was in now was really uncomfortable, and she kept hoping that he would come and untie her really soon.
She heard the water being turned off, and then, he stepped back into the bedroom.
He took one look at her bound body, and started to laugh. He couldn't get over how helpless she looked there, and he loved the way that she looked.
He reached for the whip and started to whip her buttocks a little bit. He could hear her groaning each time that the leather made contact with her buttocks, but he just kept laughing and laughing.
Then, after a few more seconds, he stopped doing it. He laid the whip on the floor and walked toward the closet.
He pulled out another pillow, and the spare blanket that they had. He started to walk toward the door of the bedroom.
"Where are you going?" she yelled out after him. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight," he told her.
"What? Why are you going to do that? Alan, don't start doing that. I don't want my husband sleeping on the couch."
"It's just for the night," he said to her. "Just for the night."
"Why?"
"Because, I don't think I could fall asleep knowing that you were tied up like that, right next to me. This way, I won't even have to think about it."
Susan couldn't believe it. He slammed he door closed, and left her bound like that, with her feet pulled up over her head.
She started to scream, thinking that he would never be able to sleep over her screaming, but then, a few seconds later, she heard the sound of the stereo. He had turned it on loud, to drown her out, and once she realized that, she knew she had to come to grip with something.
This was how she was going to be bound, all night.