Chapter 1
"I would suggest, my dear, that you should have checked me out as well as I did you," Travis Bradley said with a smile that did little to take the edge off the sharpness of his tone. "I can assure you that I knew everything important about you before I ever asked you for your hand in marriage! If you didn't do so with me, it's your own fault!"
His words made Annie even more uncomfortable than she already was.
"But, sir, you know that wasn't our way," she finally answered quietly, taking care not to stare into the face of her new husband.
He laughed a low, confident, rasping sound that rolled over Annie and brushed harshly against her nerves; "I know that isn't your way," he said. "That's one of the main reasons I selected you for marriage. The way you were brought up may not be quit as old-fashioned as the Amish, but it didn't miss by much."
"It's our way," she said, hoping that her irritation didn't show.
The mocking tone he used when he talked about her background made Annie almost want to defend the ways she had learned. In truth, she hadn't been completely comfortable with marrying this handsome man before knowing something more about him, but those things weren't always in the control of a girl. The way the finances had been back on the farm, Annie had known that to continue to live there would have created an unnecessary burden. In the few weeks she had know Travis Bradley, he had loaned her parents enough money to save the farm from the bank and had shown them to riches he commanded. After Annie's long talk with her parents with them explaining how much such a man could mean to her family, Annie had felt almost duty-bound to go along. Marriage among her people had never been just for love, so that part of it certainly didn't fly in the face of tradition.
Travis' smile was strange, one she couldn't look at for long.
"Yes," he said. "I needed an innocent just like you. You should be proud of yourself - I've searched for more than three years. And you have that special ingredient that's so important to the Bradley's in their new brides. It has always been an innocent that each man has brought into the family for the others to help train."
"Your family," Annie said uncomfortably, glancing around at the long, empty dining room table. "I haven't met them yet. I thought they would be here this evening."
"They'll get their chance at you beginning tomorrow, Travis aid firmly, pushing his p[late to the side and rising from his chair. He wiped his linen across his face, then threw it down. "Tonight you're mine, that's another Bradley tradition. The wedding night always belongs to the groom. And since that time is now, there's no reason to delay getting started."
Annie's eyes widened as her new husband stalked around the table toward her, and she began scooting back in her chair. But, before she could stand, he grabbed her roughly by the wrist and dragged her to her feet. Pain shooting through her arm as he twisted it, and she banged her ass against the edge of the table.
"The servants!" she whined, the pressure growing in her elbow and shoulder. "The butler will be back in and he shouldn't see us touching!"
Travis lifted his head and laughed. "William will see a whole fucking lot more than that by the time we're through, but right know he knows not to return until we leave this room! So new, my dear wife, I'm going to take a close look at the tits and cunt that are the latest to wear the Bradley name!"
As he grabbed the neckline of her dress, Annie gasped at his terrible words. With a feeling of shock and revulsion, she realized that he intended to strip her naked. Never had a man or boy - not even her father or brother - seen her without her clothes. Such a thing just wasn't done the way she had been trained, and even with a husband, sex was something to endure in the dark and beneath covers.
The entire front of the dress ripped off when Travis yanked. Then he grabbed a knife from the dining table and cut the bra from her tits. Firm, Swollen mounds of tit-flesh suddenly leaped into view, causing Annie's face to burn with shame. But his savage attack wasn't through, and he sliced through the rest of her dress and slip with the sharp knife. The Annie stood in her cotton panties and trembled before her husband's gaze.
"You are a nice one aren't you?" he hissed through his teeth as he stared down at her tits and cotton-covered cunt. In his trousers, his cock had already gone hard and was pushing at the confining cloth. As Annie trembled, he slowly shoved the cold, hard steel into the side of her panties and sliced from the waistband of each leg hole, until the panties, too, fell tot eh floor at her feet. Finally, the newlywed wife was naked before her husband except for the shoes that she wore. Travis stepped back to get a better view, then he slowly began to whistle through his teeth.
The woman he had married was young, and her appearance captured that period of time between changing from a girl to a woman. Annie was five-seven and willowy but with big tits. The mounds were firm and full, reaching out to point hard nipples into the world. The skin around her nipples was only slightly darker pink than the skin of the tit mounds, and there wasn't even a hint of an under swell as they quivered there on her chest. Below her tits, his taunt skin dived down sharply from the bottom of her ribs to a stomach that was tight and flat. The strands of her pussy-hair were light and delicate, as softly colored as the blonde of her hair. Her hips were almost boyish-firm and muscular globes of flesh that were tight and flat rather than exhibiting a womanly swell. Her legs were long and lean, completing the sleekness of her body.
Her face, also, spoke of her youth-clear, blue eyes and creamy skin with features structured delicately and small. Her hair, falling back down to her waist; was silken, golden down, as soft as the rainwater she washed it in every second or third night. But it was the surprise and hint of fright in her face that attracted Travis the most, for that was how the Bradley's liked their women - innocent and filled with fear and awe.
He reached out and grabbed Annie's nipples as she shied from him, and he twisted them. She cried out at the sudden pain that washed through her.
"Oh, please, Travis!" Annie gasped, tears coming to her eyes. "Don't do this to me! It's not right!"
"What's right is what I say is right!" he growled. "Now get up on that table and show me your cunt!"
"Noooo!" Annie moaned as he twisted her tits even harder. At The same time, he pushed with his knuckles, driving her back onto the table. The plate she had been eating off of was behind her, and when she went down, her naked ass plopped into the food which was left. Annie felt the warm potatoes and broccoli spears smear across her ass-cheeks as the small remnants of her steak spread grease along the crack of her ass.
"All the way!" he shouted, and followed her along with the twisting pressure of her nipples.
Annie cried out weakly but hurried to do what she said. She pushed her feet up off the floor and her food-covered naked ass slid out of the plate and her back knocked over her glass. When her shoes fell off, she lay naked in the remnants of her dinner while her husband gave the front of her body a close, peering look.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Annie asked frantically. She just had to get up before she was shamed even more. "What have I done to deserve this?"
"Nothing, you simpering little bitch!" he laughed sadistically at her and finally released her tits. "You didn't do anything but be innocent and make the mistake of marrying into a family that you didn't know anything about!"
Only that morning, Annie would have sworn that what he said simply wasn't true. She had really known little about Travis Bradley himself, but everyone in this part of the state knew at least something about the family. Even two counties over, where Annie was raised, the Bradley name was familiar.
Annie's knowledge of the Bradley's, she realized now, had been assumption. And what she had heard - or dreamed - about gentle old money was rapidly falling to pieces. For there weren't the flowing gowns and the ballroom music she had expected on their wedding night at the mansion, and, instead, she was naked on top of the dining table, lying in left over food.
The wine she had spilled had soaked under her back, and its fumes wafted sharply up the nose. Annie was so shocked by the impossible position that she hadn't realized just how vulnerable she was until her husband ran a thick finger down the slit of her cunt.
"Oh, no!" she cried, and tried to wiggle away.
Travis clamped one hand brutally down on her right tit and squeezed, his fingers driving into flesh. Immediately, the pain froze Annie's whole body.
The Expression on his face was a threat all to its own. Still, he growled at her: "When I wan to feel my wife's pussy, I'll do it! Is that perfectly clear?"
She bobbed her head slightly, then whined when his fingers drove even deeper into the flesh of her tit. She was sure he was about to rip the tit completely from her chest. She could feel the strength in his hand necessary to do the job. "A Bradley wife wants - even begs - her husband to finger-fuck her cunt!" he shouted. "So I want you to ask me to fuck out your cunt-hole with my finger!"
"Aaargh!" Annie groaned in agony as his fingers bit harshly again. Her tit ached clear down inside her chest. Never had she realized how sensitive and vulnerable her firm tits were, but now she would never forget it.
"Ask me!" he shouted, beginning to twist her tit by rolling his wrist. "You better ask me right now or I'm going to tear off this tit and then start working on the one on the other side!"
There was nothing else Annie could do. The pain was simply too severe. No matter how much it disgusted her, she chocked out each individual word, groaning: "Stick your finger inside!"
"Inside where, bitch?" her husband bellowed angrily. The muscles in his wrist tightened.
"Inside my thing!" she cried, frightened by the lewdness of what he was trying to make her say.
"You don't have a thing, goddamn it!" Travis hissed, allowing his fingernails to dig into the skin of her tit. "You have a cunt, a pussy, a fuck-hole - not a thing! And I don't stick anything anywhere - I fuck it inside! Now say it, bitch, if you want to keep this tit!"
"Fuck my pussy with your finger!" Annie squealed, the words feeling like grit in her mouth. The way they were formed, was so strange that saying them almost twisted her tongue upside-down.
"I think I will finger fuck you, since you want it so much!" Travis laughed loudly, releasing the pressure on her tit but not pulling his hand away, "Besides, I want to find out whether you're as much of a virgin as you were advertised to be!"
Annie gasped as she felt his thick finger run through her pussy slit again. Her mind raced across the words he had hurled at her. They didn't make sense, since she knew that they had never talked about sex before. Certainly her pussy-hole was virgin - not even her own finger had been inside - but who in the world could have assured him of that? The subject of sex had never came up. Annie had been so frightened at the prospect of what she would be expected to do after the marriage that she never dared to mention sex. To suffer through it was one thing, but talking about it was another, and somehow that seemed twice as bad. And Travis had never hinted that the subject was anywhere in his mind.
But all that had apparently changed now, and there was a thick finger running through her pussy-gash. Annie groaned when she felt its tip center on the mouth of her cunt-hole and shove roughly into the first knuckle. A little bit farther and it stopped, jammed hard against something in the way. There was a terrible, aching, stretching feeling inside her pussy-hole when Travis poked his finger a little harder, and there were shooting pains throughout her cunt as if something was threatening to tear.
"I'll be damned!" her husband hissed as his finger moved around inside the mouth of her cunt. "You do have a goddamn cherry! I haven't seen one of those for years!"
Annie was stunned when she realized what he was talking about. The thing he was prodding had to be her cherry, which she had heard girls whispering about at school. Perhaps it was what her mother had meant when she had said that a man could always tell if a girl had been fucked, Never put anything inside that little thing of yours, her mother had warned Annie, because that would damage you in some mysterious, telling way.
"Then it's going to be the old bloody cock trip tonight!" Her husband laughed, pulling his finger out of her pussy. "I haven't had the pleasure of busting open a cherry cunt-hole for a number of years!"
"Not on the table!" Annie shrieked as he begun to fumble at his belt. As long as it was just she who was naked, she could deal with her terrible shame. But the thought of being confronted for the first time in her life by a cock right out in plain sight almost frightened the young woman to death. She had hoped desperately that she would be allowed to cover herself with darkness and covers before ever having a prick fucking her cunt. In school she had heard wild, whispered tales of terrible-looking pricks and Annie would have been happy to avoid that lewd sight for her entire life.
Travis silently stared down at her as he undid his belt and began sliding down the zipper of his trousers. He loomed over her in his black suit to a height of six-two. His hair was almost as dark as his clothing, and his shoulders and arms were heavy and thick. He was a decade older than his frightened wife, and at least a hundred pounds heavier. "No!" Annie squeaked, but it was too late. With her naked ass still smeared with food, she watched, almost petrified, as her husband drew his cock out of his pants. "Oooh!"
Even in her worst nightmares, Annie had never dreamed of such a frightful thing as she was staring at now. The cock was big - so terribly large - that its size was almost beyond comprehension. Its throbbing thickness almost filled his large hand as his fingers wrapped around the hard shaft. The long flesh fuck-pole of a prick was at least ten inches long, and was tipped with a large swollen cock-head that was so engorged with blood that it had turned a dark purple.
"Don't use that on me!" she cried. The pain that still remained in her tit completely vanished from her mind when she thought of the damage such a huge prick would do to her cunt.
"Yes!" Travis growled. "Its going to hurt! It's supposed to! I'm going to break your fucking cherry right here and leave my cum and your blood all over the tablecloth to show the whole family and the servants that I married a virgin!"
"No!" Annie screamed, but he was on her before she could move.
His pants dropped to his feet, leaving him naked below the waist as he lunged forward and grabbed her right tit with his hand. Fingers dug into the tender tit-flesh, igniting her chest with pain. Through the agony, she could feel his knees kick her thighs open and spread her tightly furred pussy-gash. Then something hard and hot jammed against the mouth of her cunt-hole, and the virgin wife shrieked at the sure knowledge that she was about to be fucked.
"Aargh!" she moaned in pain as the massive cock-head fucked through the ring of muscles trying to keep her pussy-hole closed.
The flesh was brutalized as it was forced wider apart than she would have ever believed possible. The thick, swollen head of the prick fucked into her cunt until it jammed against the membrane of her cherry. To Annie, the feeling was that her cunt was only an inch deep and that her husband was trying to force his raging cock through solid walls of flesh.
"It hurts!" she wailed, thrashing her head from side to side. As she did, the wine soaked into her blonde hair. A ring of fire was ablaze in her cunt-hole where her cherry was attached to the pussy walls. Fiercer and fiercer the pressure grew, until she was almost consumed by the pain.
"The mouth of your cunt-hole is squeezing the shit out of my prick!" Travis hissed, leaning even more of his weight onto the end of his cock in an effort to spear through his new wife's cherry. "That fucking cherry of yours is the strongest one I've ever seen, and I've ripped apart a lot!"
"Oh God, please take it out!" the tortured young newlywed howled. "It's killing me! It's going to tear me to pieces!"
"Scream, bitch!" He laughed loudly down at her. "I love to hear virgins howl and moan! Shriek at the top of you lungs and let everyone in the house know I'm having to tear my way into my wife's cherry cunt!"
Annie bit her lower lip, trying to control her cries, but she couldn't fight off the pain. She was struck by a lightning bolt of humiliation to know that others in the house could hear what was going on and know that she was being painfully fucked. But no one came to rescue her as the inside of her pussy-hole began to tear.
With a sudden ripping, the monstrously thick prick brutally split her cherry and fucked four inches into her cunt. The pain froze her chest and chocked off her screams as her eyes bugged out from the agonizing pressure. More and more of the horrible prick fucked inside her cunt-hole, until its thick head was jammed against the deep end of her pussy. Her inexperienced fuck-hole was crammed full of prick, her cunt was virgin no more.
"It's like a fucking vise!" her husband moaned as Annie bore down hard with the muscles of her abdomen, trying to force the savage cock back out of her pussy. At first, she though she was succeeding, until, she realized that Travis was drawing his prick shaft out for another vicious thrust back inside. When it long stroked to the end of her cunt-hole, she could only force enough air out her lungs for helpless whimper that died almost as soon as it started.
Travis fucked her hard, shoving his cock into Annie again and again. After the first few strokes there was enough virgin blood to provide some lubrication. And soon, her body rose to the occasion to protect itself from further damage. Her cunt-hole greased walls with slippery fuck juices. The combination finally allowed the brutal prick to fuck back and forth in the unbelievable tightness of her pussy without causing further damage.
"That's right, slut-grease my fucking prick!" Travis gasped. "You can scream in pain and shame, but your cunt-hole knows what to do! You can fool your mind, baby, but you can't fool your pussy! Already, it's hot and juicing itself to get ready for some good, hard fucking!"
"Noooo!" Annie groaned when she realized that what he said was true. She hated what was going on, but her cunt was leaking its blood and fuck juice. The Tablecloth beneath her was already covered with pussy-cream and blood. And the puddle was growing ever wider as her husband continued to fuck her cunt.
"Here comes your fist load of cum, Mrs. Bradley!" Travis laughed sadistically, then rammed his cock-head hard against the back of her cunt.
The thick cock in Annie's pussy seemed to swell even more, then her pussy-flesh was bathed with liquid fire. Her cunt-hole was wrapped so tightly around the spearing prick that she could feel the shots of cum moving down the length of the cock. Each time, the cock-head would blossom even larger and blast out another hot load.
Cum mixed with pussy-juice and blended with virgin blood, then leaked out to spread on the cloth on the table. His vicious cock fucked into her, hurting Annie in a strange, demented way that seemed to make her inexperienced pussy juice even more.