Chapter 1
"Please, Nicky.. . let me go!" squealed Ellen Brady.
"No, baby, no way" answered her husband, Nicky. "You heard what I said."
Struggling frantically, Mrs. Brady tried to loosen the silk strips that held her securely in position. Kneeling over the edge of the bed, she felt so helpless, so vulnerable with her ass jutting out. Stroking his prick, her husband watched her struggle, a smile on his face.
"Untie me, Nicky, please? Come on, honey ohhhh... ohhhh!" she sobbed. Her cheek still stung from where he had backhanded her.
"No, Ellen. I told you.. . you are mine!" he snapped, flipping her short skirt onto her back.
His cock twitched as he eyed her pantied ass, framed by her blue gaffer belt and sand-colored stockings. Oh, God, yes, he thought. It's been denied me for so long. He took out his knife.
Ellen lay still, exhausted. She felt the air tickle her thighs. Her pussy and asshole were clamped tightly closed. Her body quivered from head to foot. She was totally helpless. Completely at her husband's mercy. Hesitantly, she craned her neck to see what he was up to now. Her eyes widened in terror as she saw Nicky advancing on her.
"Ahh! Oh, God! Aaahhhh!" she shrieked. Holding the knife high, Nicky straddled her back. His hand covered her mouth. His legs wrapped around her waist. Grinning wolfishly, he squeezed her mouth tightly, shutting her up. Ellen bucked and kicked, her husband riding her like a horse until she could buck no mote. Her body went limp, except her neck. Her head was pulled back in a high arc by her husband's grip.
Nicky looked at her, his heart thumping. His grin disappeared. Lust built up inside him. He saw his wife's eyes open wide in fright. Her neck was so pretty and graceful, so fine and delicate, he thought. He had waited so long to get the proud, haughty bitch in that position, and now she was his to do anything he wanted with.
Slowly, he lowered her head to the bed. Bending closer, he inhaled her fragrance.
Ellen shivered as her husband's lips touched her neck. Chills rushed through her body. His lips kissed and sucked up and down the side of her neck. His hand forced itself under her tits and began squeezing them, leaving her mouth free.
Nicky enjoyed the feel of his wife's helpless body between his legs. His cock was stiff and throbbing as he hunched against her. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed himself as he kissed her smooth, warm flesh and felt her tits. But it wasn't enough. He needed more.
"Now, baby," he warned her, "you be quiet now, and I won't have to gag ya, ya hear?"
Wide-eyed, Ellen looked back at him, gulping. She nodded, too scared to do anything else. Her tits were throbbing from his squeezing. Then she saw the knife pointing between her legs, getting closer.
"No, Nicky... no, don't hurt me!" she wailed.
The cold, steel blade pressed against her thigh. Then her husband slashed. And slashed again.
Ellen dropped heavily on the bed, her panties in tatters around her knees. Sucking great drafts of air, she panted, not knowing what would come next.
Her husband put the knife to the side and reached for her ass-cheeks. Hungrily, he spread them. Her asshole quivered.
"Oh, baby. . . goddamn, you got a sweet asshole!" he moaned. "I wanna see inside it."
His cock twitching, he moved his thumbs closer to her shit-hole. Keeping her ass-cheeks spread wide with his fingers, he put his thumbs on the sides of her brown asshole. Applying pressure, he spread his asshole wide. But the woman was so tense that her asshole resisted his efforts. Swearing, he slapped her ass hard.
"Ouch!" she hollered, her ass-cheeks recoiling. "Don't hit me anymore!"
"All right. I said I wanted to see up your ass. Now keep your asshole relaxed."
"Okay, just... don't hit me anymore. I'll do what you say," she moaned.
She closed her eyes, still sobbing, and tried to concentrate. Gradually, she was able to relax her asshole for her husband.
Nicky spread her ass again, putting his thumbs next to her shit-hole. His heart lurched. Her light-brown shit-hole gaped open. He pushed harder, making her shitter stretch a little more. It turned him on to see her asshole spread wide open. It turned him on more to know that her asshole as his to do with as he pleased.
Putting his nose right next to her shitter, he inhaled. The heady, erotic smell of her ass filled his nostrils. Keeping her asshole open, he sniffed several times. He put his nose right mo her open asshole. His cock ached to be touched and stroked as he smelled. Then, wanting more, he snaked his tongue out.
"Oh, Nicky" she whimpered, "what are you doing? That's. . . that's dirty!"
"Shut up, Ellen! I'm the boss here now, not you, like I already told you. If I wanna lick your asshole, I'm gonna do it. And anything else I want to do with you. You're my property now."
As Ellen felt the wet softness of his tongue swirl around her shit-hole, she wondered how she'd gotten in that position. She had never before dreamed that someday her husband would do that to her. He had always been so considerate of her.
They had only been married for three years. And though the sensuously rounded brunette had already been twenty-five years old at the time of their marriage, she had still been virgin. her mother had always told her to save her pussy for the right man, and Ellen had done so. She tried to apply the principles that her mother had instilled in her. She had been taught that sex was for having kids. And that was the point on which she had disagreed with Nicky ever since their marriage.
From the beginning, Nicky had wanted to fuck every day, sometimes two and three times. Since they had just married, she had given in, hoping to have a child. But for some reason, the kid had not materialized. After the first few months, Ellen had been purposely slowing down the frequency of their fucks.
Ellen insisted on fucking missionary style. She refused to have much to do with foreplay. She would not put her mouth on any part of her husband's body except his lips. And she would not allow his lips on her body, either. To touch, or even to look at, her asshole was strictly forbidden.
Until now, that is, she reminded herself, as her husband's tongue began swirling in and out of her open, brown shit-hole.
She couldn't believe the strange turn of events. Just before his return from work, she had prepared supper as usual. When he got home, she had it hot and ready for him, like the good wife she was. She remembered that strange, little smile he had displayed at the table as they ate. Something had been different.
"Let's have a little wine with our supper, sweetheart," he had suggested.
Ellen had looked into his bright, brown eyes, loving him. He was a good looking man.
A year older than she, he had thick, light-brown hair that fell just over his ears. His eyes too, were brown, brighter than her own deep, expressive eyes.
He was trim and tall, his cock circumcised and huge. He had no hair on his body other than that between his legs. The cock-bush surrounding his balls was thick and rich enough to provide pleasure to any woman who buried her face there. That was something she did not do, because she was a nice girl.
Alter half-a-dozen glasses of wine, Nicky had her, her head woozy, the bedroom. Feeling good, she wanted to fuck missionary style, as always. Smiling at him, she had begun unbuttoning her blouse. And that's when he'd slapped her.
Sprawling onto the bed, she looked up at him, holding her cheek. It burned. It throbbed. Her mouth hung open. It was the first time he had ever struck her.
"Ellen," growled Nicky, "I've got something to tell you."
Ellen could only look at him, shocked. She had never soon him like that.
"Ellen, our marriage is dull," he said. "Boring! Routine. You nag too much. You're pretty good at housekeeping and cooking, but you can't fuck! So I've decided to take steps to change that. There's a new order of things, starting right now. From now on, I'm the boss! You're the slave!"
"Wh-what?" she yelped. "You must be insane! Now please . . . this has gone far enough!"
But as she began getting up, Nicky wrestled with her. In moments, he had her pinned face down on the bed. Ellen struggled, even as she felt the straps sliding around her wrists. But before she knew it, she was tied fast, kneeling over the end of their bed.
Leather straps held her wrists together. A thin strip of silk rope secured the leather bands to the head of the bed. Her legs, just below the knees, were also gripped by leather bands. These were also tied with silk ropes to the legs of the bed. Pulled tight, they held her knees far enough apart for someone to crawl between them.
A black, leather slave collar went around her neck. It had a double row of white silk thread around the borders of the collar. Diamond shapes of mother-of-pearl were inlaid around the collar, too. It was impressive, but Ellen would rather have seen it on someone other than herself.
"Listen; baby. From now on, your my slave! You're gonna be my whore!" her husband had roared, then he had stripped.
Now, as his tongue cleaned out her asshole, Ellen was still sobbing with embarrassment and shame. It was too, too much, she thought. But she knew she couldn't do a thing about it.
Nicky swirled his tongue deep into his wife's sweet shit-hole. The taste of her asshole was so good it was making his head swim. He had wanted to suck her shitter for a long time. His cock was raging hard and his balls were tingling with fuck-need.
Squeezing her ass-cheeks, he imagined how good it was going to feel to fuck her there. He was going to make her ass-fuck, and make her love it. He knew that when he was through training his wife, she would be begging him to ass-fuck her thoroughly and often. But that would come later. His hands slid from her ass to her cunt.
Ellen moaned, squirming with shame. Her husband's mouth felt hot and slippery as it fitted into her asshole. His tongue was slick and wet as it licked her asshole inside out. She could feel her asshole stretch open for Nicky's tongue. He pushed his face hard between her ass-cheeks and sucked. His hands slid to her pussy. She wept as his hands began teasing her cunt-lips.
Her pussy was neither swollen nor aroused. Her cunt-lips were pressed tightly closed, leaving only the slightest hint of pink cunt-slit in between them. Her cunt-hair was thin, soft and downy. Ellen could feel her cunt-hair tickling as her husband's hand rubbed up and down her cunt-
lips.
Sometimes his fingers slid over her pussy-slit. At other times, they brushed over her cunt and the hairs above it. At still other times, his fingers teasingly brushed her inner thighs on both sides before caressing her pussy-lips again.
"Nicky . . . please . . . stop this! I'm your wife, Nicky. .. please, stop it!" she sobbed.
He didn't even stop sucking her asshole. He opened his pants and took out his cock. With one hand, he pumped his prick. With the other, he played with her pussy. He could feel how tightly closed her cunt-lips were. Sticking his prick in her cunt was an idea he relished.
Ellen as relieved to feel her husband's mouth leave her shit-hole. She wondered what was up, and waited. She felt the thick, hot knob of her husband's prick tease her sensitive cunt-slit. His cock was huge-nine inches long and two inches thick. It always pained her to take his cock in her pussy. His cock-knob began pressing more firmly. Her cunt was opened by Nicky's fingers.
"Okay, Ellen. I'm gonna fuck! And I mean right now, too!"