Chapter 2
Laura Petrov hardly knew what to do. She eyed her husband across the breakfast table with apprehension and not a little fear. She couldn't get it out of her head the way Alexis had looked after fucking her the night before. The sheer hatred gleaming like twin beacons from his eyes had formed a cold spot on the blonde woman's soul.
And not all the fear was for herself.
Nervously, she looked from Vanessa to Peter. The two teenagers sat quietly, knowing what was happening between their parents and saying nothing. Laura smiled wanly at the thought she hadn't raised any idiots. The lovely eighteen-year-old Vanessa had the raven hair of her father but possessed her mother's startlingly blue eyes. The blue-eyed young girl ate slowly as if she were afraid of leaving her mother alone with Alexis.
And Peter, a year older and looking like a carbon copy of his father, likewise knew the emotional troubles caused by Alexis' work demotion.
They were worldly wise, her two children, but Laura still feared for them. They hadn't seen the sheer hatred boiling out of Alexis like she had. They hadn't experienced his fits of violence, the temper tantrums and the sudden insane explosions.
"Burned the Goddamn bacon," complained Alexis. He sat like a giant bear, brooding and dark. He shoved it away and stood up. "A hell of a wife you are, can't even cook. And Lord knows you're a pitiful excuse for a good fuck."
"Oh Dad, don't say things like that," said Peter. A dark glare shut the boy up. He turned back to his eggs, playing at moving them from one side of the plate to the other.
"Please, Alexis, not in front, of the children."
"Please, Alexis, not in front of the children," he mimicked, her viciously. "The hell with you, you stupid bitch! I've had more than enough of your feeble excuses. You're a shitty lay and it's time our kids knew it."
Vanessa looked up in surprise. She'd never heard her father talk like this. And the dark haired teenager had never seen him so wild eyed, so frantic. She didn't understand exactly, but knew it had to do with the strain at work. The girl wondered why he didn't just quit if he took the demotion so hard. He was a hard worker and could find another job, recession or no recession.
"You kids had better go," said Laura fearfully. She felt the tension mounting and knew Alexis would soon erupt into violence if she didn't do something quickly to cool him off.
"Right, Mom," said Vanessa. When Peter started to protest, Vanessa kicked her brother under the table. He got the message. Silently the two teenagers filed out of the kitchen. The sound of a real argument starting up sounded behind them.
"What's with Dad?" asked Peter, more curious than afraid. "He's never been like this before."
"He's getting really flaky," said the dark haired teenager. "I don't know what's causing it, but we're better off out here. Just listen to them."
The sound of pots and pans clashing, then hitting the floor echoed throughout the house.
"A real fight. Want to watch?" suggested Peter, a gleam in his eye. Vanessa started to say something to him, but she felt the same way. Their parents had seldom fought before and this was a rare treat, like watching a bullfight or a cock fight.
They sneaked back to peer in the half-open kitchen door. But they didn't like what they saw.
Alexis reached out and grabbed a handful of blonde hair. He jerked hard, pulling Laura toward him. The woman had tears in her eyes from the intense pain rocketing down into her scalp.
"Stop, Alexis, you're hurting me!" she pleaded. But she saw it would do no good. The man wanted to hurt her. And as strong as he was, he could have his way with her and there wasn't a damned thing she could do about it.
"You stupid cunt!" he raged. "How dare you say things like that in front of my kids?"
"Me?" gasped out Laura. Then all thought of his logic fled her. Alexis' strong hands forced her to her knees. He kept a firm grip on her hair and pulled her face to his crotch.
"You're good for nothing but cock-sucking. So do it, bitch! Suck my cock good!"
Laura fought. She managed to turn and bit him on the hand. Angry red teeth marks appeared on his hand. The huge man yelped and released his death's grip on her. The blonde woman tried to race for the door.
He caught her halfway to freedom.
"Stupid douche bags," he grumbled. His fingers slipped down the neck of her flimsy yellow cotton blouse. A sudden jerk ripped off her blouse. Tatters hung around herb. The violence of the pull knocked the woman off her feet.
Struggling on the kitchen floor, she tried to scamper away on hands and knees. He was too fast for her. He straddled her like he was mounting a horse, reached under her chest and grabbed a double handful of titflesh. He squeezed down painfully hard.
"My tits!" she screamed. "You're hurting me. Don't, Alexis, don't do this to me!"
"I'll do any fucking thing to you I want!" he roared. "You're my wife and a fucking lousy excuse for one, at that. I'm just taking what's rightfully mine."
He rolled the blonde over and began fumbling at the catch of her jeans. She tried to kick him away. The efforts were feeble and only infuriated him. He didn't bother with the snap. Thick fingers slipped inside her jeans and yanked. She screamed as the heavy denim material ripped under the force he exerted.
Stripping off her jeans, Alexis left the woman clad only in her panties.
He reached down and grabbed a handful of pussy flesh. He squeezed, his finger stabbing out and into the thin fabric so hard he ripped it. His middle finger shot up into her juicy cunt.
"Alexis!" the blonde woman begged. But it did no good. The fed of the cunt juice on his finger was more than he could take. He'd lost all control. He was little more than a wild animal now.
"Bitch!" the man screamed. "You're ready to fuck and you didn't tell me!"
"It's not that, Alexis, it's not!" Laura pleaded. How could she possibly tell him she'd gotten excited at what he threatened. She had felt her pussy turning liquid, but it happened from emotions other than arousal.
Stark fear filled her and made her cunt churn and boil even more.
He tugged again with his free hand and ripped off the last scanty strands of her panties. She was naked and vulnerable before him now. And as long as he kept his finger in her cunt, he controlled her. She couldn't move without his knowledge.
"I should punish you, really punish you. That's what's wrong with this whole frigging world. No discipline. By damn, I will discipline you!"
With a powerful surge, he lifted her hips entirely off the floor using only his middle finger. Laura gasped. For a moment, she couldn't tell if she felt arousal or pain.
Then there was no longer any question. Agony blasted through her loins as he used his finger to get her ass entirely off the floor. His other hand cupped her ass and pussy and bodily dumped her in the middle of the cluttered kitchen table. Plates went sailing off the table to break as they hit the floor.
She moaned softly. Her ass was grinding into a mound of salt he'd spilled from the shaker. But he wouldn't let her move off it. If anything, he made sure her soft ass ground into the stinging, tormenting, rough grains.
"Discipline!" he cried, as if discovering a truth of the universe. "You will be punished for not being a good lay!"
His belt snaked free of the loops around his strong waist. But the belt appeared to the frightened blonde woman to be a foot thick and miles long. And when it came crashing down onto her unprotected tits, she almost fainted.
He brutally lashed out, snapping the belt around her ample tits, making her experience the oddest mixture of pleasure and pain she had ever felt. The finger up her cunt thrilled her in spite of its brutal potential. But the belt landing so heavily across her snowy-white tits was agony of the worst kind. Grasping in pain and frustration, she tried to reach out and stop him.
Her husband easily captured her wrists and held them together high above her head. He moved closer, his thick body spreading apart her legs obscenely.
Laura felt more helpless than she could remember ever being in her life. With her slender, naked legs on either side of his body, she couldn't kick. His strong grip on her wrists made sure she couldn't claw or fight. And the man's belt continued to beat at her naked, bouncing tits. The only consolation was that he had to take that damnable finger out of her cunt.
But it hardly mattered. She felt pain, intense, searing pain unlike anything she'd felt since giving birth to Vanessa and Peter.
As if reading her mind, the man stopped beating her with his broad leather belt. He smiled, but it was an evil, wicked smile. He looked down her trim, lush body. Her tits had turned red under his whipping. The nipples had sprung erect and throbbed with pain. The once white slopes were marred with ugly red streaks that extended downwards across her heaving belly.
But it was her golden-furred pussy that drew Alexis' attention. He turned sideways, then lashed out with the belt again. The thick leather strap landed squarely over the captive woman's cunt. A wet, smacking sound filled the air. Then Laura screamed.
Alexis laughed. The sounds of his wife's agony drove him on. He whipped her repeatedly until her pussy was oozing with its thick lubricants. Her body was only trying to protect itself from it punishing treatment. But the man interpreted the sight differently? He saw the thick flood of her cunt juice and felt his cock growing harder.
"I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you, you stupid cunt!" he roared.
Alexis pulled down his zipper. His rock-hard prick leaped out, eager and ready for insertion into the struggling woman's pussy. He dropped the belt and grabbed one of Laura's legs. He lifted it high, forcing her back onto the table. Hands still held in one of his meaty paws and her leg being lifted higher and higher, the captive blonde woman was totally at his mercy.
And Alexis Petrov had no mercy left in him. His prick stabbed out like a blunted knife. It found the softly yielding flesh of her cunt. He buried himself balls deep in her pussy. Then he fucked. She gasped at the intrusion, but almost passed out due to the intensity and force of his fucking.
Every single sledgehammer blow of his cock against her tender, whipped pussy lips pushed her closer to the edge. The familiar feel of his cock sliding easily in her well-oiled cunt did little to relieve the pain and fear she felt growing inside her.
"Don't do this. It hurts."
He lifted her leg even higher until he held it in his armpit. This forced her ass down and onto the table. She felt the grains of spilled salt burning and searing her tender flesh. She screamed but this only spurred the man on.
He fucked with a mindless force, his cock vanishing between the turgid, quivering pink lips of her cunt. The sight of his wife so completely helpless added a forbidden spice to the fucking for the man. He didn't understand why he felt the way he did. It hardly seemed the time to try to figure it out. He fucked faster, reveling in the heat seething around his hard-fucking cock.
He released her wrists and captured the flailing woman's other leg. He lifted and tucked this leg into his free armpit. With her held high like this, having her hands free meant nothing. He forced her back onto her ass and shoulders. As she lifted up and wiggled, he felt a tremor surge the entire length of her pussy.
He gasped in reaction. It felt as if a velvet gloved hand had squeezed down on his hidden prick.
"This is the way fucking's supposed to be," he said, gasping for breath. "This is what you're supposed to give me."
"You're a pig! I hate you!" Laura screamed. But she wasn't able to do anything else. As long as he kept her legs so firmly held under his arms, he controlled her totally. She reached out and tried to throw a plate, a knife, anything, at him. But her frantic rape had swept the table clean.
Clean, that is, of everything but the salt grinding into her naked ass. The tiny cuts all over her ass caused from rubbing over the wood-topped table were filling with blood and salt now. Laura knew real anguish. The pain lanced up from her tortured butt and exploded in her loins.
Something about the pain from her tortured ass and the heat generated by his fucking prick set her off. She came harder than she ever had before.
Alexis laughed delightedly.
"See?" he demanded. "Get a real fucking and you enjoy it. No more of this shitty-assed fucking you're always trying to pass off on me. From now on, we fuck my way!"
Laura gripped the edges of the wooden table and held on. She felt his cock sailing in and out of her tightly clutching cunt. And then he exploded inside her. The hot rush of his cum filled her to overflowing. Weakness seized her, then she climaxed, too.
The convulsive squeezing of her pussy around his still-fucking cock coaxed the last drop of his jizz from his balls. He finally dropped her legs and stepped back, panting and covered with sweat from the exertion.
"That's the way it's gonna be from now on, bitch. Do you understand?"
"Go to hell!" she flared.
But Laura instantly regretted her defiance. Alexis picked up his long belt and savagely lashed out at her with it. The broad leather band caught her across the shoulders. Pain seared into her tender body, making her want to puke. She hunched forward trying to protect herself from further beating. When it didn't come, that was almost as bad as if he'd continued beating her.
From their vantage point at the kitchen door, Vanessa and Peter silently watched. Vanessa felt an odd thrill pass through her at the sight of her mother being beaten and fucked like some slave. She couldn't understand it. The feelings were too fleeting for her to really pin down. But the sight of her father brutally fucking her mother like he'd just done made the dark-haired teenager's pussy begin to sluggishly lubricate.
Vanessa couldn't help herself. She had reached down and dragged her fingers over her jeans-clad crotch. The feel of the dampness seeping from her heated cunt confused her as much as it turned her on. She shouldn't feel this way and yet she undeniably did.
Vanessa was turned or seeing her mother brutalized and raped. And what was even worse, she had been fantasizing herself in her mother's place. She was actually wishing her father had beaten and fucked her like that!
The blue-eyed young girl couldn't fully face such a revelation about herself. She reached out and took Peter's arm, pulling him back from the door.
"I've got to stop this before it gets really serious," she said. "And I don't want you getting involved."
"Before it gets serious? Hell, sis, it's already serious. And you don't have to worry about me. I'm staying the hell away!"
Vanessa turned and started for the kitchen, wondering what she would say. And she wondered if she could keep the stark longing from her voice as she confronted her strangely changed father.