Chapter 3
Tina Young finished the session with young Buddy fast and furiously. She hadn't taken as many pictures as she should have by the time Buddy's mother came to pick him up, but she didn't care. The woman didn't ask to see any of the shots just yet, and she would deal with the problem of lack of prints if and when it came up.
She shook Buddy's hand and winked at him without his mother seeing her and they were gone.
Tina Young stretched out on the mat to catch her breath.
It had been one hell of an afternoon.
She drifted into a dream-like state of mind, reflecting on the past year and all of the things that had happened to her. She knew that everything that had gone down was directly due to her divorce from Paul, her sadistic fucking husband, the man that had almost killed her.
She couldn't help but think back to her first few years with him and how great everything had been. Then he got into that S&M shit and almost killed her.
The thing that really sent her running to a lawyer for a divorce was the weekend they spent at the lodge in New England.
They had come up to this place many times and Tina didn't see why this trip should be unlike any of the others. Paul would go fishing and she would lie around in the sun on the raft in the middle of the little lake near the cottage. It would be a restful and peaceful weekend. They would fuck, as they always did, but he would be as boring to her as he had been the last year or so.
That was where she was wrong.
This was to be a weekend that was going to change her whole fucking life, a weekend that she would never be able to get out of her mind, as hard as she tried!
It was around five in the afternoon and she had just finished taking a shower. It was Saturday night and she expected to spend a quiet evening having a nice dinner and sitting around the huge fireplace in the lodge with her husband Paul.
She was wearing just her panties and was sitting on the edge of the bed brushing her long blonde hair when suddenly the door burst open.
She had thought Paul had gone to the store for some supplies, but he had merely gone into the den to change into his leather gear.
She gasped when she saw him standing in the doorway.
He was clad in skin-tight leather pants that showed off his gigantic, stiff cock clearly. It looked like it was going almost all the way down to his fucking knee. He was naked from the waist up and his rippling muscles were bulging across his chest and his arms.
He was carrying a bull whip!
She took the whole thing as a joke at first.
"What are you doing, you crazy fool?" Tina asked her husband.
Paul wasn't smiling.
"Get over here, bitch," he said.
"Paul, cut the crap. You've been reading too many of those sex magazines. Where did you get all that stuff, anyway?"
"Never mind, slave, just get over here!"
Tina had enjoyed a fairly healthy sex life with her husband up to that point and she couldn't believe that over night he could have gotten into this leather trip and so heavily.
Tina had read a little about S&M and some of the things that go on behind locked doors in the suburbs, but she had never thought her very own husband would have interest.
Sure, he did really fuck the living shit out of her when he got going; which lately had only been about once a week, but that was not a sign that he had hidden S&M tendencies lurking just beneath his seemingly calm exterior.
Now she was beginning to wonder if she really knew this man standing in the doorway of her bedroom or not.
She decided she would go along with him, just for the fun of it. Actually, she thought at first that it might even be exciting to fool around like this. Their sex life hadn't really been all that stimulating the past couple of months and a wild change might just be the thing they needed to get them back together again. They hadn't been very close for quite some time.
She got up off the bed and paraded her beautiful body, naked from the waist up, and covered below onto by a pair of tight, pink-laced panties which were so brief some of her pubic hairs showed, curling over the top.
When she got up to him he reached out and slapped her savagely across the face. She went flying backward and landed on the bed.
"You BASTARD!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
She had no idea what had brought on the wild slap, but soon realized that it was all part of his little "Master" game. She was infuriated. Instead of talking about this whole weird trip with her he had just plunged into it without her knowledge and was obviously planning on doing anything he fucking well pleased with her and to her.
She felt like killing him.
He was degrading her and giving her not even a little say in what was about to happen. This really pissed her off. She was fit to be tied.
Actually, before the night was over she was going to be tied up quite a few times and her husband Paul was going to do every conceivable sadistic thing to her.
She was in for a long, hot, and extremely painful night with her savage husband, a night she would not soon forget and a night that was going to change her entire outlook on life in general and sex in particular.
Before Tina had a chance to get up off the bed Paul was on top of her. He jumped on her, crushing her into the big mattress of their double bed.
Tina felt the hot breath of her husband over her face as he slipped the leather of his tight-fitting pants across her bare legs.
She wasn't excited at all.
She was turned off and disgusted.
She knew that under other circumstances this little game-playing might even be exciting. But it was the way her husband was going about it that pissed her off. Forcing her like this was annoying as hell, and she would get even with him if it was the last thing she did.
Of course Tina had no idea what her husband had in store for her or the amount of pain that he was really going to inflict upon her body and the mental anguish he was going to inflict upon her senses and her morals.
He was going to degrade her in every way possible and, in so doing, he would succeed in turning her off toward him for the rest of her life.
He slapped her mercilessly across the face over and over again, as he ground the leather of his tight pants against her crotch.
Between the stinging blows Tina had enough time to realize the man was sex-crazed and he was going-to rape her. He had never been particularly gentle in bed but this was just not called for. If he had only asked her about this or planned the little escapade out with her ahead of time, she might very well have gone along with it.
Tina was anything but a prude and she was always willing to explore new sexual avenues of lurid adventure. But this was just uncalled for torture and she refused to cooperate.
What Tina didn't realize was that the more she refused to obey his wishes and the more she fought him, the more excited he became and therefore the more determined he became to dominate and torture her.
It was a vicious circle from which there was no escape for the young woman and her hopeless and vulnerable position began to come into focus.
Suddenly Paul reached under the bed and pulled out some nylon cord. Tina had no idea where he had gotten it or when he had planted it there, but that didn't really matter now. What he was going to do with it did matter. It didn't take her long at all to find out.
He forced her over onto her belly and pulled her arms forcefully behind her back. She thought for a moment he was going to break them off, but all he did was tie them securely together, rendering her even more helpless.
He jumped off the bed and rubbing his crotch with his left hand, laughing sadistically, he raised his other hand high in the air and brought his open palm right down across her upturned round smooth buttocks.
Tina screamed out in agony as the hand spanked her near-naked bottom. The pain was excruciating, like nothing she had ever before experienced.
She just couldn't believe what had happened to her husband. What kind of books had he been reading or what kind of people had he been hanging out with lately that had turned him into such a fucking sadistic animal? She just didn't know. It was impossible for her to comprehend how he could have gotten into this weird trip without her having any warning.
But here he was and what he was doing was not a dream. It was a reality and she was the object of his attack and there wasn't a fucking thing she could do to ward him off.
They were twenty miles from the nearest cabin. They had bought the little place for just that purpose. They had wanted a place where they could really get away from everyone and everything.
Now Tina wished that they had taken a place with neighbors, at least then there would have been someone to listen to her cries of anguish.
She knew that her screaming would not be heard by anyone but the animals in the woods. She was going to have to put up with whatever he dished out to her and that was what really infuriated the hell out of her. She was defenseless and that was something that she couldn't tolerate.
Unfortunately she was going to have to!
He began spanking her bottom savagely. His palm smashed into her round firm blemish-free buttocks over and over again and red welts began to appear there.
Just when she thought she could take it no longer, he picked up the huge bullwhip that he had been carrying when he had first entered the room.
Tina's heart started beating madly. The spanking had been bad enough, but now this! She didn't think she would be able to take a beating with a whip that size. She thought that he might even kill her. She was petrified, more scared than she had ever been before in her whole fucking life. She didn't know what to do. There was no one to turn to and it was obvious that her husband was not about to be reasoned with. He was going to just do what he damn well pleased, not giving a fucking shit about her or her feelings. His own sadistic erotic pleasures were all that mattered to him and he was obviously not going to let anyone or anything stand in the way of him achieving the full ecstasy he was after.
Unfortunately it was at poor Tina's expense!
He raised the bullwhip high in the air and let it come crashing down on her already bruised and battered buttocks.
Tina screamed out at the top of her lungs as she felt the leather prongs at the end of the whip slicing into her flesh.
She screamed and screamed, but obviously to no avail. A release of her anxiety was the only benefit her screaming brought. There was no one to answer her pleas, no one to come to her rescue and aid. She was defenseless and totally under the power of her now savage and sadistic husband.
She swore to herself that when she got out of this, indeed if she ever did, that she would get even with him in one way or another, even if it was just through divorce. She would take him for every penny he was worth. He was a well-to-do man and she would strip him of everything. There wasn't a court in the world that would deny her what she asked for. She would go to a lawyer immediately, while the cuts and bruises were still freshly imprinted in her beautiful skin. For right now, however, she had to put up with all the pain and degradation her husband deemed fit to dish out to her-and it was plentiful!
Over and over again the bullwhip smashed down into her ass-cheeks, slicing the panties to shreds so that her round firm ass-cheeks were now completely exposed.
Suddenly Paul walked over to the edge of the bed dropping the bullwhip from his hand. It hit the wooden-planked floor with a menacing thud.
Tina's heart skipped a beat. She knew that he had just begun with her and she was now wondering what evil and sadistic thing he was going to do to her next.
It didn't take her long at all to find out.
He whipped out his huge eight-inch massive mauler and grabbing her beautiful blonde hair with one hand guided his cock right into her mouth with the other.
She wanted to bite it off but she didn't dare. She knew she had better suck him off as best as she could under the circumstances. Besides, she knew that if she could make him cum and make him cum good, perhaps he would be appeased, at least temporarily and he would stop this wrath of vengeance that he had somehow felt necessary to bestow upon her helpless person.
The thought of making him reach orgasm so that he would leave her alone was the only thing that was on her mind as she began to suck her husband off.
She sucked him as hard as she could, but he wasn't making it easy for her. He was the one that was guiding her mouth on and off his cock and he wasn't even giving her a chance to catch her breath between strokes.
She choked and gagged as he yanked her hair, shoving her mouth continually on and off his gigantic love pole. He shoved his shaft all the way to the backmost recesses of her mouth, filling her mouth cavity to the brim and blocking off all of her air.
She continued coughing and gasping for breath, but he kept shoving his cock deeper and deeper into her throat.
She began to feel the huge veins jutting out on the side of his shaft and she knew that he was about to cum. The cock seemed to double in size in her mouth, pushing her cheeks way out to the sides.
Just when she was sure he was going to shoot, which would at least momentarily stop his cruelty with her, he yanked his cock out of her mouth.
She was exasperated! She had almost made him cum but he had deliberately stopped himself from reaching orgasm. It was obvious to her now that he wanted to stretch the little sadistic affair out as long as possible. He didn't want to cum too soon and end it all. This was exciting for him and he wanted to enjoy it to the fullest.
Paul wasted no further time in moving on to his next episode of degradation.
He got some more nylon cord out from under the bed and proceeded to tie her arms and legs to the four bed posts so that she was bound and spread-eagled on her belly.
Her bruised and battered buns were shining under the light of the bedroom and the scars were clearly visible. Paul licked his lips as he glared at the helpless position of his wife.
He knew what he wanted to do now. This was the climax of the whole adventure and nothing was going to deter him from that one brutally sadistic goal.
He was going to fuck her in the ass.
It didn't take Tina Young long to realize what her now savage husband was planning. As soon as he kneeled on the bed between her helplessly spread thighs she knew that her ass-hole was the target for his pummeling pecker.
She had never been fucked in the ass before. Paul had never even suggested it. She didn't know what to make of the entire situation, other than Paul had temporarily lost his mind.
She was now petrified.
She felt that she could put up with the beating on the ass and also the brutal way he had rammed his cock in and out of her mouth. She could have easily withstood a savage cunt-fuck-but up the ass? No, she didn't think that she would be able to take that.
Paul was too big, and her ass-hole was too tight and unused. She was sure that he would rip her to pieces and damage her permanently.
But what was she to do?
There was no getting up off the bed and running away. She was tied securely. She tried desperately to free the bindings that held her firmly to the bed posts and spread her arms and legs far apart, but it was to no avail. Paul had tied extremely tight and secure knots. Her limbs were bound and stretched and there was simply no escape. She was at his mercy, totally, and had no recourse-at least not yet!
Tina wanted to yell at him, call him every name in the book and swear her vengeance however, she decided that at least for now, it would be better not to anger him any more than he already was.
No, she would keep her fucking mouth shut, except of course for the screams of anguish which she knew she could not control. Her revenge would come later, and she would make sure that it was damn good and sweet!
Paul was anything but gentle when he entered her from behind.
He grabbed hold of his eight-inch love pole and with one mighty shove, not even using any lubrication for her ass-hole other than the grease of her spit on his cock, shoved all eight inches of his massive mauler right up into her tight little dry behind.
Tina screamed a blood-curdling scream as she felt the gigantic prick forcing its way up into her behind, pushing her ass-cheeks farther and farther apart, and causing her more pain than she had ever dreamed possible.
She knew that it was going to be uncomfortable, but the pain that she was now feeling, both mental and physical, was beyond description, beyond her wildest imagination.
She dug her fingernails into the sheets and hung on for dear life as her husband Paul began to savagely slam his cock in and out of her ass-hole.
Thank God for Tina that it didn't take her husband long to cum. He was highly stimulated from his warm-up sadistic tricks, and once he felt the tight membranes of his wife's ass-hole surrounding his cock, it was like warm tight gloves were trying to squeeze his life-giving cum right out of him. That's just what happened!
Paul screamed a wild, animalistic scream that echoed against the wood-paneled walls as he began to gush what felt to Tina to be a never-ending supply of hot gooey spunk up into her ass cavity.
The cum flew and flew out of the man's huge cock, filling her to the brim. So much of his love juice flowed into her, it began to drool out of her ass-hole and run down over her ass-cheeks, soaking the sheets beneath her.
She could feel the huge puddle of cum gushing between her thighs as her savage husband's orgasm finally came to a spewing conclusion.
He pulled out of her instantly, and fell over onto his back. Almost instantly he was fast asleep, snoring like a contented bear after a big meal.
Tina was infuriated. He didn't even have the fucking decency to untie her, or say anything to her, or show any compassion whatsoever.
She was more determined than ever to get even with him now, and she would, if it was the last fucking thing she did.
He was sleeping heavily as she began to kick and squirm about on the bed trying desperately to free herself.
It took her almost an hour to loosen one of the bindings on her wrist. She quickly untied the rest of her limbs from the bed posts, got up and dressed quickly, took the keys to the car and fled the cottage.
She didn't stop until she got to her lawyer's house, who also was a close friend for several years. She blurted out the whole sordid story amid hysterical tears and he told her that although Paul had been his friend too, he would press charges to the fullest and sue for divorce. He told her that she wouldn't have any trouble getting a huge settlement. He took polaroid pictures of her naked bruised body, which was humiliating for Tina, but something she had to do.
She fled to her house after she signed some preliminary papers her lawyer had given her and began packing. She was getting the hell away from him. She didn't care where she went, just as long as it was far away.
She had to start a new life for herself. Any kind of a life would be better than this.