Chapter 6
She stood up and rushed into the bedroom. She would take her suitcase and leave, even if she had to walk back to town. Her suitcase was not where she had left it. She looked in the closet and under the bed. It was no where. She didn't even have the clothes she had been wearing to put on. Naked, she searched through the rest of the house. She fould nothing she could wear.
So she really was trapped. She thought about putting on some of Greg's clothes and walking out the door, but where would she go? The truth of the matter was she was afraid. She was afraid to go and afraid to stay. No, she was ashamed to go and ashamed to stay.
She sat ar the kitchen table and tried to figure things out. All her life she'd dreamed about how wonderful sex would be when she got married.
She'd wanted to experiment and taste everything sex had to offer. But she was unprepared for the degradation Greg was submitting her to.
She heard a car in the drive and realized it was already too late to escape. Greg entered the house by the back door and stopped in surprise when he saw her sitting naked at the table. "How did you get loose?"
When she explained about John, she expected him to get mad, but instead he seemed delirious with happiness. "Far out," he said. "I thought you were going to give me a hard time about cooperating with my clients, but you're pitching in without me even telling you." He leaned over and kissed her lips, cupping her breasts and caressing them gently. "You're going to work out just fine." He told her his real estate business was selling desert lots.
"Why do you have to offer people more than just the land to get them to buy it? Is something wrong with the land?"
He seemed evasive when he responded. "It's good land. A piece of ass just cinches the deal," he said.
Greg ordered her to spread her thighs. He knelt in front of her and stroked her legs and licked into her gaping slit. His tongue speared deeply into her pussy and lapped out the juices.
She felt his mouth nursing her pussy and nibbling her cunt lips. Sensual energy filled her flesh with renewed passion. She felt his tongue doing wonderful things to her pussy. Her juices began to flow copiously and she realized she would do anything for him as long as his tongue kept her aroused and delirious with lust. It was only after that she felt shame and humiliation for the deviate things she did and the perverse way she responded.
As he continued sucking her pussy and caressing her body, she spread her thighs even wider and pulled his mouth hard against her cunt. "That feels so good, Greg. I love it when your tongue is stabbing into my pussy and you suck me out. Oh, I could take this all day." She wiggled her buttocks closer to the edge and leaned back on her elbows.
He flipped her legs over his shoulders and lowered his head so he could lick between her ass cheeks. His tongue washed over her anus. She gasped at the erotic contact. His tongue felt as wonderful licking her anus as it did licking her pussy. Her face flushed as again she realized how perverse her body responded to deviate sex.
She closed her eyes and tried to tell herself it didn't matter. The only thing was to pretend to be obedient to her husband. That was the only way she would be able to find a way out of her marriage. But even as she thought those things, a flicker of doubt passed through her mind. She forced herself to ignore it and concentrated on feeling the erotic tongue bathing of her pussy.
Greg straightened up and pushed his cock into her pussy. She felt it tunneling up her cunt and filling her to the maximum. She loved the feeling of his cock fucking in and out of her cunt. She tightened her grip on his hair and wrapped her thighs around his waist. He lunged in and out with eager strokes that quickly brought her to the brink of orgasm.
And then he withdrew his cock and crawled onto the table with her, turning so their faces were buried in each other's sex. He sucked her cunt lips and licked the insides of her thighs. Honey opened her mouth and engulfed his cockhead. It tasted better than anything she'd ever had. She bathed it with her tongue and swallowed it quickly down her throat.
He ground his hips gently into her face. She relaxed her throat and allowed his shaft to plunge in and out as though going in and out of her pussy. As her arousal grew hotter and hotter, her doubt and frustration at the sinful relationship he wanted from her began to seem less important. She could only think of the burning arousal that surged through her flesh with compelling urgency.
She hummed and talked around his shaft. "So good, so hot. I love it. I love the taste of it." She pulled his hips and strained upward to devour his entire organ. She spread his ass cheeks and licked obscenely into his crack. She tasted his anus with her tongue tip and even that added to her arousal.
She felt his fingers spreading her buttocks and then the stabbing pain of his finger plunging into her butt. He worked his finger in and out like a cock fucking her cunt. As his finger continued reaming between her sphincter, the pain went away and was replaced by a growing fire that spread through her cuni and caused her sexual need to flare even hotter.
Licking Greg's ass and giving herself up to the delicious feeling of her body being literally devoured was proof of her humiliating perversion. There was nothing she could do about it. She would just have to accept that face and make do with it. She didn't deserve a normal marriage. She was so perverted that she should be made to do sinful things.
And then their climax exploded and left them churning and writhing in delight. They fucked and humped against each other as though their life depended on it. Cum filled Honey's mouth. She rolled it around her tongue, savoring the flavor before swallowing it down. She felt his tongue lapping and drinking the hot juices of her cunt.
When it was over and they finally pulled apart, Honey sat up and felt ashamed and disgusted with herself. What made her act like such a whore? She asked Greg for her clothes and suitcase, but he pulled her back to him. "You don't need clothes yet. I told you once before I don't want you wearing clothes around the house. I want you naked and aroused all the time. I don't want you thinking about anything other than eating my cock."
She looked away in shame. When she was not aroused, the perverse things he said only made her realize more clearly just how degraded and perverted she was becoming. And she had so much as agreed that she would service any customer he wanted her to. She couldn't believe a loving husband would expect his bride to do such bizarre things.
"What if I don't want to make love to your clients?"
Immediately Greg's face clouded over. "I thought we had that settled. You'll only have to do it until I sell all the desert property. After that it will be only you and I."
"But, Greg, I don't want to peddle myself like a common whore." Again she looked away from him. "I'm not like that. I'm ... I'm...."
"I know what you're like. You're a prissy bitch who thinks she's too good to fuck if she's not married to who she's fucking. You told me that two days ago in the park. Well I promised to marry you, didn't I? And I did, right? So you've got no complaint now."
"But I married only one person. You! I didn't marry your friends and your business partner." She felt like she was close to crying again. She sniffed and tried to get down from the table, but again he pulled her back.
"Maybe you didn't learn your lesson this morning. Do you want to be tied up again and left like an animal until feeding time or work time?"
Honey shook her head in horror. "No, please. Not that again. I couldn't stand it." Fear raced through her at the thought of repeating the mornings experience. She felt her cunt quivering with arousal at the pain and humiliation she had suffered earlier. Perversely she both wanted and didn't want to be tied up. She hated that part of her that acted like an animal, "If you don't want to be tied up, you'd better act more like you want to do what I ask, no matter what it is I want you to do." He stood up and pushed her head down so his cock dangled inches from her mouth. "And right now I have to piss so I want you to drink it."
Honey was horrified. "You want me to what?" She tried to squirm away from him and sit up. "You've got to be kidding." But she knew from the tone of his voice that he wasn't. "No. I won't do it!" she flared.
Greg acted as though he expected her to refuse. He smiled. "In that case, you'll be punished." He jerked her from the table and marched her out the back door. "You're going to be sorry you didn't drink my piss the first time I asked you." He pulled her quickly along a dirt path leading to the dilapidated looking barn. "If you're going to be stubborn, you can spend the day with the mule. He likes company. Especially women company. Maybe one day you'll find out just how much he likes women." He chuckled sadistically.
Honey stumbled a couple of times and was dragged along the dirt until she could regain her footing. Greg didn't stop until they were inside the large doors. It took Honey a moment to adjust her eyes to the dark interior. There were four animal stalls to the left. Only one of them contained a donkey. It was a small brown animal that looked at her with eager attention.
Greg pulled her in front of the stall and began tying her wrists and ankles to the gate posts so she was spread-eagled facing the donkey. She was still on the outside of the stall and the donkey was restricted to being able to reach her only with his head. She stared at the animal with growing fear and horror. The donkey licked his lips and stared back for a second, then moved forward and sniffed at her cum-smeared crotch.
Honey cringed when she felt the donkey's hot breath on her pussy. "Please, Greg. Let me loose. Don't do this to me."
Greg only laughed at her. "You're doing it to yourself." He crossed the barn and brought back a bucket of oats. He poured the oats on the ground between and behind her spread legs so the donkey would have to stretch his head between her thighs to reach the feed.
Immediately the donkey lunged at the foot. His neck slammed into Honey's crotch, almost knocking the wind out of her from the force. She felt the donkey's mane rubbing along her pussy like a soft brush. The feeling caused her cunt to tingle. She tried to wiggle her hips to the side, but her spread thighs caused the animal's neck to constantly rub and bump into her pussy.
As the donkey continued chomping at the food, Honey felt her pussy being masturbated by its furry neck. She sucked in her breath and tried to stifle the growing feeling of arousal, but it was hopeless. Each time the donkey even chewed, his neck massaged and stroked into her pussy. Soon the back of the donkey's neck was smeared with the hot juices being aroused in her cunt.
"Please, Greg. Untie me. I'll do anything you say." She twisted and pulled at the bindings, but they only tightened around her wrists and ankles. Her tits flopped back and forth as she struggled to free herself from being aroused by the donkey.
Greg laughed at her again. "Relax and enjoy yourself. You're going to be here for the rest of the day. The next time I tell you to do something, maybe you'll be reasonable and do it without complaining." His hands rested on his hips as he watched the donkey torturing her pussy for a moment. His cock throbbed and began to lift itself slowly to erection. But Greg did not allow himself to be distracted form his plan of punishment.
Holding his cock, Greg said, "If you want a drink, just call me, but you'll have to say it right if you expect me to come back and untie you." He turned and marched out the double doors.
Honey watched him walking naked on the path until he was out of sight. She felt panic soaring through her with intensity. She pulled and twisted helplessly, feeling her movements arousing her pussy to an even greater state of sensation than before. She screamed and begged Greg to come back, but her words were wasted. Finally she gave up. The donkey continued torturing her pussy as he ate, keeping her in a state of arousal. And when he finally finished the oats, he pulled his head back. For one brief moment, Honey thought at last her torture was over, but the donkey leaned forward again and sniffed at her aroused pussy. And then his tongue came out and began lapping into her dripping slit with a sensual pace the donkey seemed content to continue for hours.