Chapter 1
The beautiful blonde woman sucked hard on Jim Jordan's long, hard cock as he brutally face-fucked her.
"Suck my prick, and see that you suck it nice and hard, Judy!" the man snarled. He thrust his hips forward and pumped his big cock in and out of her hot, wet mouth. "Unnnggghhhh! Aaaggghhhh!" he gasped as his prick-tip pounded into the depths of her mouth and banged against the back of her throat.
"Mmmppphhhh," Judy grunted as she sucked his bulbous cock-knob into her mouth. Her throat was raw and sore from the battering that his cock was giving the inside of her mouth. But she knew that there would be hell to pay if she did not give him a good blowjob. Jim could be mean and nasty if he wanted to, and she had already sampled a good deal of his mean temper during the past two days. Her cheeks were still sore from being slapped around only a few minutes before he demanded that she suck his cock.
"Yeah, go to it, bitch!" he grunted. "Suck more of my cock into your sweet, hot mouth. Suck me to a good cum, or I just might have to take drastic measures with you, Judy."
An involuntary shudder coursed through Judy's body at the thought of Jim Jordan taking "drastic measures." She knew what that meant, and it scared her to death. The mere thought of being tied up and tortured by the man sent shivers up and down her spine. The last time that she had been subjected to such a horrid session of bondage and sexual domination had left her an emotional wreck. She would do anything to avoid another such session, so she sucked his cock harder and deeper into her throat.
Judy could hear him making lewd noises while he pumped his prick into her mouth. He grunted and groaned. And he spoke crudely and cruelly to her as he brutally raped her mouth. It was rape, she thought, because she certainly was not sucking is cock willingly. He was making her give him a blowjob.
"Oooohhhhh, yeah, bitch!" he hissed. "Take all of my cock into your hot mouth, baby. Suck me until I cum. Unnngggghhhhh! Ohhhhhh, yeah. Go to it, you horny little cock-sucker. Suck my prick until I cum right in your mouth. And, if you give me a real good blowjob, I'll even let you swallow my cum."
Judy was going crazy. His cock was so big and hard that her jaws were beginning to ache and her throat was getting sore. What was worse, she was almost to the point of gagging on his giant hard cock. She was finding it very difficult to breathe. She just hoped that he would cum soon so that she could take a deep breath of air and relax for a few moments. But Jim Jordan was in no hurry at all. He face-fucked her slowly and rhythmically.
She reached under his rock-hard cock and cupped his balls in her hands. He sure had big, heavy balls, she thought as she tenderly kneaded his ball-sac. She hoped that fondling his balls would make him cum faster. The situation was fast becoming desperate. If he did not cum soon, she knew that she would start to gag on his huge prick. And, if she choked and gagged while sucking his cock, he would surely punish her.
But kneading his balls did not seem to work. He just moaned louder and kept fucking her mouth in the same slow, rhythmic motion.
"Unnnggghhh! Yeah, bitch! You fucking love it, don't you? You love to suck my prick and stroke my balls. You really are a hot little cock-sucker, Judy. And, just think of it... now that we're married, you get to suck my big prick every night."
Shaking her head up and down in agreement, she continued to suck his cock. Jim sure was an egomaniac, she thought as she milked his hard prick, sucking his cock deep into her throat in a frantic effort to make him cum... and cum soon, before she started to gag on his prick. Jim could really say crude and humiliating things to her when he was face-fucking her, Judy thought. If only the people at his office knew what he was like with women. He was always so correct and proper at the office. He never used dirty language. But, when he had sex with Judy, Jim Jordan became a totally different man. She had known that he was a bit kinky before they were married two weeks ago, but she had no idea that he was quite so nasty and mean in bed. And she really had not expected him to have such a foul mouth. He could be terribly crude when he wanted to be, she thought.
She felt his balls begin to tighten and his hips began to jerk spasmodically, losing the rhythm with which he had previously pumped his prick into her hot, wet mouth. His prick grew to monstrous proportions, and it was rock-hard.
"I'm going... to... cum soon, you... fucking bitch," he hissed through clenched teeth. "Keep sucking my cock, and when I cum, I want you to swallow all of it. Understand? I want to you gulp down all my cum."
All of a sudden, his prick plunged deeply into her throat until she began to gag again on his hard cock. His body shuddered and, with a loud gasp, he shot a thick wad of salty, jelly-like jism into her mouth. She gasped for air as she sucked down his cum-juice and milked the head of his cock in a frantic effort to drink all of his cum quickly.
"Unnnggghhh! Aaaggghhhh!" he gasped as he writhed above her, pumping his cock into her mouth. Thick gobs of jism filled her mouth to overflowing. It kept coming, although it seemed impossible that any man could carry so much cum around in his balls and cock.
She sucked his prick until he was dry.
"Stop it, bitch!" he rasped as he smacked her hard on the cheek. "What the fuck are you trying to do to me? I just came, dammit! My prick is sensitive!"
Judy fell backward from the blow and landed on the floor. He had knocked her clear off of the bed. As she hit the floor, her head smacked hard on the thick carpet which covered the floor of the plush hotel room. She saw stars and almost passed out, but, in her dazed condition, she saw Jim coming at her with a thick leather belt in his hand.
"You fucking ignorant cunt," he hissed. "You should know better than to keep sucking my prick after I've cum in your mouth. You did it on purpose, just to hassle me! Didn't you, bitch?"
Before she had a chance to answer, the tip of Jim's belt landed on her naked ass-flesh with a sharp, resounding crack. She twisted and jerked her body in an effort to escape the blows which she knew would follow. Jim had a very ugly temper, and she was certain that he would not be content with striking her only once.
Crack! Crack! Crack! The leather belt descended on her soft ass-cheeks with a vengeance as she writhed beneath the blows. She turned over on her back, and the belt struck her firm tits. He lashed her unmercifully, all the while with a demonic leer pasted to his handsome face.
"Please! Please don't beat me anymore," she pleaded in desperation. "I can't take it. My tits hurt so much!"
She sobbed uncontrollably as he continued to rain hard fast blows all over her naked flesh. The leather belt slashed across her body like a whip, causing her to flinch in pain whenever it landed on her tits or on her ass-cheeks. Although she wanted to scream out and call for help, she knew that it would be a futile gesture. Jim had insisted on taking the penthouse Honeymoon Suite at the luxurious El Camino Hotel in San Diego. The walls were soundproofed, and there were no other guests on the top floor of the hotel. Besides, if she cried out for help, he would only beat her harder.
"You stupid fucking cunt!" he shouted as he continued to whip her with his belt. "You can't do anything right, can you? You can't even suck my cock properly. I don't know why I even married you. You are nothing but a worthless fucking cunt."
He punctuated his sentences with lashes from his belt, and she writhed in agony on the floor as the leather strap bit into her tender ass-flesh and tit-flesh. She was helpless. Completely at his mercy.
She wondered how in the world she could have gotten into such a horrid situation-married to a man like Jim Jordan, a man who seemed so wonderful and loving when they had first met six months ago. But a man who had become a brutal, sadistic wife-beater only a short while after they were married. It made no sense whatsoever.
Covering her tits with her arms, she rolled helplessly on the carpeted floor in a futile attempt to escape the ruthless beating that Jim was giving her. Her ass-cheeks stung with each bite of the slashing belt and she felt as though her ass was on fire.
"Please don't beat me anymore," she begged in a soft whimper. "Please, Jim, I... I don't think I can take it anymore. I'll try to do better. I promise. I'll try to do a better job of sucking your beautiful cock. Please, just give me another chance."
"I've given you plenty of chances, bitch!" he rasped. "But you just keep fucking up on the job, cunt. You just can't seem to do anything right. Hell, you don't even know how to give me a good blowjob."
Dropping the belt, he leaned down and picked the woman up roughly by her arms. Jim was a strong, muscular man who was built like a heavy-weight boxer. Picking Judy up as though she were a rag doll, he effortlessly threw her onto the big bed.
"I guess the only way to teach you how to behave is to punish you when you do something wrong," he said cruelly. Leering at her with lust-filled eyes which showed no pity, he reached down and pulled a black leather handbag out of his suitcase.
"Noooooo!" Judy shrieked in horror. Her pretty, deep-blue eyes were glazed with fright and anxious anticipation. She had seen the frightful black leather handbag before. One time, she had even gathered up enough courage to look inside of it when Jim was sleeping. The things it contained were dreadfully frightening. She was too scared to examine them closely, but she knew that they were wicked objects. Her husband was a businessman, not a policeman. So she knew that the things he carried in the dreadful handbag were not used in his work.
"Fuck you, Judy," he said in a vicious tone of voice. "I'm not taking any shit from you. It's about time you learned what it's like to be a married woman. To be married to me-Jim Jordan. As he uttered his name, a lascivious grin covered his handsome face and made his features look hard and wicked. Judy looked closely at her husband, and she did not even recognize him as the man that she had married only days before. He had a sinister look about him. He looked evil, wicked, depraved-and sadistic.
"Wh-What are you going to do to me?" she asked fearfully. "What is in that black bag?"
"You ought to fucking know, cunt," he replied coolly. "I saw you looking through it last week. You thought I was asleep, but I was just pretending. I left the bag out on the dresser to see if you would have enough guts to look inside. Sure enough, you turned out to be the nosey, snooping bitch that I figured you for. You looked inside, and you know what is in my little bag. My little bag of tricks," he added with emphasis.
"No! No, please believe me, Jim. I don't know what's inside. I promise you... I only glanced inside of the bag. I-I was afraid to pry into your personal affairs. Please believe me, Jim. I wouldn't snoop into your private business."
Without saying a single word in reply, Jim pulled a pair of steel handcuffs from the black handbag. He strolled casually over to the bed where Judy lay, shaking and quivering in shock.
"What are you going to do to me?" she whimpered.
"I'm going to put a pair of lovely bracelets on your pretty little wrists, my darling," he replied in a calm tone of voice. "I'm not going to harm you, my dear," he continued. "You don't think that I would harm my own wife. Especially on our honeymoon, now do you? Huh?"
She was too frightened to answer. "Well, answer me, cunt!" he shouted. "Do you think that I would harm my own wife?"
"N-No, Jim!" she shrieked hoarsely. Her throat was raw and sore, and it was difficult to speak properly. But she knew that she had better answer him, or else he would treat her more roughly than before.
She had seen him when he was in a bad temper, and he had been cruel and brutal to her before, but never had she seen him in such an evil, sinister mood. His eyes, which usually were full of love and empathy, were as cold as ice, and seemed to be glazed over with a frosty glow of evil abandon. He looked as though he were a wild animal-a beast, totally devoid of sympathy and human love and selflessness. His eyes betrayed fox-like cunning and beastliness. His look was full of unbridled lust. Not a glint of human-like compassion showed in his cold, almond-brown eyes. Only sheer, unadulterated lust and desire.
"Well then," he continued, "Let me put these lovely steel bracelets on your wrists, darling," he muttered as he clasped the cold, steel handcuffs around her tender wrists. Lifting her toward the head of the big hotel bed, he pulled her bound wrists up over one of the heavy wooden bedposts.
"Ouch!" she said as she flinched in pain. The handcuffs were much too tight, and chafed her soft skin. She felt the blood flow being cut off in her hands and both of her hands quickly became numb. She was in an extremely uncomfortable position, stretched out on her back with her arms extended above her head, and her hands held fast to the bedpost with tight-fitting handcuffs.
"Now, you really are a sight for sore eyes, darling," Jim said with a sneer and a smile. "Ha! Ha! Ha!" He laughed loudly as he glared at her. Obviously, Jim Jordan enjoyed viewing his youthful and voluptuous wife in such a humiliating and degrading position- bound with handcuffs and helpless before him.
"Please, let me go, Jim," she pleaded. "Don't hurt me! I'm begging you. You're my husband. This is our honeymoon. Why are you treating me this way? Please, Jim!" she said sincerely. "Please tell me the meaning of all this.. Why are you doing this to me? I've tried to be good to you."
"Up your fucking ass, cunt," he hissed cruelly. "What do you take me for? A sucker? I know fucking well that you aren't the sweet, young virgin secretary that you claimed to be when I first met you six months ago. You'd been fucked before. I know all about you and Mark Lane. You're not fooling anybody, bitch!" he rasped. "You are nothing but a cunt, pure and simple. You led me on, led me to believe that you were a virgin before you met me. Told me that you had never fucked anybody before me. But you lied, and there's nothing I hate more than a lying cunt. I married a fucking whore. A slut! That's what you are-a slut! And, before I leave here, I'm going to make you pay for your lies. Nobody lies to Jim Jordan and gets away with it. Understand? Nobody!"
With that, he turned, picked up his black leather handbag and pulled out a wicked-looking riding crop.
The only thing that she could do was try to explain. Sure, she had been out with Mark Lane, who was a business associate of Jim's. But, although they had fooled around a bit, she had never fucked the man. She knew that Jim hated Mark Lane because Jim was not as successful and rich as the other man. But, she thought, this was absolutely ridiculous. Had Mark Lane told Jim that he had actually fucked her? she wondered. Is that why Jim was acting so mean and nasty. It made no sense.
"I swear to you!" she wailed. "I never did anything with Mark Lane. I swear. Please believe me, Jim," she pleaded. "We just went out together a few times... on dates. Nothing happened! Honest!"
"Fuck you!" Jim screamed as he lashed her exposed thighs with the riding crop. Whack! Whack! Twice, the evil-looking whip descended upon her tender thighs. "Fuck you... and fuck Mark Lane!"
As he uttered the man's name, Jim's lips curled into a cruel sneer that showed the complete and utter hatred that he felt for his more successful business associate.
Judy realized that her husband was actually taking out his frustrations on her. But, she thought, it made no sense whatsoever to punish her simply because she had dated Mark Lane, the man who Jim Jordan obviously hated more than anything in the world.
She felt as though she had to say something before Jim went absolutely insane and damaged her beyond repair. Never before had he behaved in such a cruel and wicked manner.
"What are you doing?" she wailed. "I never fucked Mark Lane. I swear to you. If you hate him, then why don't you take it out on him? Why hurt me? I-I'm your wife!"
"Listen, bitch!" he replied in a loud voice that betrayed no pity for his suffering wife. "I know that you fucked around with Mark Lane. And, whether you like it or not, you're going to have to pay for it. With your flesh!" he screamed as he raised the leather riding crop and brought it down hard on her up thrust tits. "Aaaiiiieeeee!" she screamed as the tip of the riding crop bit into her tender nipples. The whip struck both of her nipples in a single blow and she stared down in a strange mixture of horror and fascination. She stared at her nipples and watched as they became taut and pointed after being struck by the wicked whip. "Yeah!" Jim hissed. "Look at how your little nipples respond to the whip," he said as he flicked her tender tit-flesh with the tip of the riding crop. "You like it, don't you?" he queried wickedly. "You like being bound and whipped."
"Nooooo!" she cried. "No, I don't like it. I hate it. Now, please let me go. You're hurting me terribly. Don't you understand? I'm your wife!" she exclaimed in anger. "You're acting like a damned fool!" she screamed.
The instant she said it, she knew that she had made a drastic mistake. Her lips quivered and she tried to speak-to apologize and beg for his forgiveness and mercy. But, as she looked into his cold brown eyes, she knew that he was in no mood for forgiveness. He was angry and his eyes were all glassy and weird looking. She had seen that look before-in the eyes of rabid dogs gone mad!
There would be no mercy now, she knew.
"You fucking slut!" he shouted as he dropped the riding crop and grasped her inner thighs with his strong fingers. Spreading her thighs apart, he began to move into position between her legs.
"Please don't hurt me," she begged as she glanced down. She was shocked to see that Jim had a raging hard-on. His cock-stand was enormous-bigger than she had ever seen it before! How could he get this cock hard so soon after I gave him a blowjob? she wondered. She knew that he was highly sexed. Maybe even oversexed. And he never had any trouble getting hard when she sucked his cock or stroked his prick with her pretty, thin fingers. But, my God! she thought. She had just finished sucking his cock, and she must have swallowed a cupful of cum. What sort of man was this? she wondered. What sort of animal had she married?
With terrific force, he plunged his thick, hard prick into her pussy. She was surprised to discover that her cunt was wet and juicy. And hot! After all of the crude things that he had done to her, she would not have believed that her cunt would be ready to receive his hard cock.
But, as his prick sluiced in and out of her hot pussy, she knew that her cunt was ready and that she was turned on in a big way. This animal-like man that she had married was a bit strange, she thought, but he sure knew how to fuck.
"Unnggghhhh! Ohhhhh, yeah, my little bitch! Your cunt is so fucking nice and tight, I can't believe it!" he hissed as his tongue snaked out of his mouth and licked the inside of her ear.
As he grunted and groaned in sexual bliss, Judy felt her pussy tingling with erotic sensations which coursed through her twat and struck the nerve-endings in her brain. She knew that Jim was merely fucking her for his own demented sexual gratification. She knew that Jim did not give a damn whether she had an orgasm or not, but none of that mattered to the beautiful young newly wed. What mattered was the sense of sexual ecstasy that she felt welling up in her cunt. His prick was sawing in and out of her cunt and, every time that he rammed his hard prick into her cuntal sheath, his prick-tip rubbed her sensitive clit, causing waves of wonderful lust-filled sensations to run through her hot twat.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped in depraved sexual delight as his hard cock reamed her tight, juicy pussy. "Your cock... your cock feels so fucking good in my cunt. Keep fucking me, Jim. Whatever you do, please don't stop fucking my pussy. Your prick feels so big and strong and hard. Keep fucking me, baby. I love you," she gasped.
"Unngghhhh," he grunted as he pumped his prick deep into her hot cunt. "You may be a fucking bitch," he added, "but you do know how to fuck!"
Judy felt her orgasm coming on. She was manacled to the bedpost in a most humiliating manner, and Jim was sawing his prick in quick, staccato-like motions into the depths of her seething pussy. The entire situation was degrading, and she was actually being raped. She was helpless. The man was so big and muscular, and he was fucking her forcefully and brutally. There was nothing that she could do to stop him from pounding his prick into her twat. But, although she knew that he was raping her and degrading her, she could not help but feel a raging sense of lust and passion. She wanted him to fuck her hard. And, although her wrists were chafed and sore from being tightly manacled to the bedpost, it did not seem to matter. All that she cared about was coming to a climax. And she could feel her climax building to a fabulous crescendo. Her clit tingled with sexual excitement, and her cunt spasmed uncontrollably. All that she wanted to do was to reach a powerful, mind-boggling, soul-racking orgasm.
"Unnggghhhhh! Aaaggghhhh!" he grunted as he thrust his hips forward to penetrate her cunt to the maximum with his hard cock. "I'm about ready... to... cum!" he wailed as his pelvic thrusts accelerated and his prick went deeper and deeper into her tight, hot cunt.
"Nooooooo!" she cried. "Please, don't cum yet! Wait for me! I-I'm almost there. My cunt is on fire. Please wait for me to cum!" she pleaded.
"No... unnggghhhh... way... bitch!" he snorted as he gave one final plunge of his prick into her hot cunt.
White-hot jism washed through her pussy-channel as his orgasm racked him and he came in her cunt. She could feel his thick wad of cum pulse through her pussy and fill the depths of her hot cunt.
In a veritable frenzy, she writhed beneath him, but, even as she jerked her hips spasmodically in a frantic attempt to reach an orgasm, she knew that she would not reach her peak. She would not get off. That ever-elusive orgasm would escape her once again. As she listened to Jim's moaning and groaning, she could feel his prick going soft and flaccid inside of her needy cunt.
"Goddammit!" she wailed. "Please, don't let me down now! Please, fuck me some more! I need your cock! I need your prick to be hard -now more than ever! Please stay hard for me, baby!" she begged her husband. "I'm almost there! Just a little bit more and I'll cum!" she gasped.
Jim responded by pulling his cock out of her cunt quickly. He sighed and knelt before her on the bed, cum drooling out of the tip of his prick.
Staring at her through tired eyes which betrayed not a hint of pity or remorse, he muttered, "Sorry, bitch, but you just aren't fast enough. Maybe next time," he added with a lewd smile and a slight laugh. "Maybe next time-if you're good to me."
Judy was going crazy. She had wanted to cum so badly, and she had almost reached an orgasm when her husband had so cruelly pulled his cock out of her cunt. Her first thought was to finger-fuck herself to a climax. She knew how to bring her cunt to an orgasm. She had fingered her pussy many times before. That was the only way that she had been able to cum in all of her twenty-five years. And she could finger her cunt to a climax in a mere two minutes if she wanted to do so. She had finger-fucking down to a fine art. She knew just the right spot on her clit to manipulate until she came. But, just as she prepared to finger-fuck her pussy, she felt her manacled wrists. There was no way that she could even touch her pussy with her fingers. She was bound to the bedpost by Jim's dreadful handcuffs. She was helpless and at his mercy. Her cunt would have to go unfulfilled-at least until Jim decided to fuck her again.
She sighed and resigned herself to the fact that she would have to wait. Soon, she thought, Jim would be horny again. Then, she would give in to his depraved sexual demands, and she would have her long-awaited orgasm. And she would not have to finger her cunt to a climax. It would be a powerful climax, brought about by the beautiful, sexy feeling of a man's cock in her hot, tight, juicy young pussy. All she had to do was wait until Jim got another hard-on. And, knowing Jim, she thought, she would not have to wait very long.
Soon after fucking her, Jim stepped off of the bed.
Judy felt as though her prediction had been correct. It seemed impossible, but Jim was already half-hard again. His cock swayed obscenely before him, cum still drooling out of his prick-tip, as he strode in bold steps toward the bathroom. He was going to take a piss, she thought. Then he would return and fuck her again, she hoped. This time, she was determined to fuck until she had a climax.
As she lay, stretched out on the bed and manacled to the bedpost, she listened intently and heard Jim pissing in the toilet.
The telephone rang loudly and interrupted her thoughts. Instinctively, she moved to pick the phone up and answer the call, but the piercing pain in her wrists reminded her instantly that she was bound to the bedpost by Jim's handcuffs.
The phone rang a second time... and a third. Then Jim strolled out of the bathroom, his cock hanging down obscenely from his crotch.
"Fucking shit," he muttered as he sauntered casually to the bedside telephone. "Who the fuck could be calling me now. Nobody even knows where I'm staying except for the boss at the office. It must be a fucking wrong number," he said as he lifted the receiver to his ear. Judy glanced at the man's face and noticed that he appeared to be disturbed at the conversation. He knitted his brow and spoke, "Yes Sir. I understand. No problem... sure... I'll catch the next plane to Chicago... No, it's okay, believe me. I don't mind." After a long pause, he spoke again. "No, don't worry. She's a business-wife. She knows that business comes first. She's a good girl. Don't sweat it. I'll be on the next plane to Chicago. You say it will only take a day to straighten things out, so I'll leave Judy here to soak up some sun, and I'll fly back to San Diego as soon as everything is settled. I'll be there in four or five hours. No problem."
As he hung up the phone, Jim turned and looked at Judy with a stern expression. He unlocked the handcuffs that bound her to the bedpost.
"I'll be back tomorrow evening, sweetheart. There's a problem at the office, and I have to fly to Chicago tonight. You just relax and take it easy while I'm gone."
After quickly packing a small suitcase with some clothes, Jim picked up his briefcase, gave Judy a kiss on the cheek and stepped briskly out the door to catch a cab to the airport.