Chapter 2
Travis viciously slapped Ann in the face with his thick cock, and there wasn't a thing the tormented woman could do about it. The, just for good measure, he made her turn the other cheek and he whacked his heavy prick across that side too. To add insult to injury, he poked the hot cock-head up against the bottom of his new wife's nose, as if he was going to try to fuck the long prick up one of her nostrils.
Ann, still stained by cum and blood, was shackled to the posted at the foot of a bed. After fucking blood out of her cunt onto the dining room table, Travis had led his wife naked through the dimly lit hallways to what she now understood was to be their bedroom. He had forced her to sit naked on the floor against to foot of the bed, then he lifted her hands to clamps and chains built onto the tall posts. The bindings stretched her arms high and wide, but her feet were allowed to remain free. And it was there that Ann had sat bound and captive, bloody and battered, and watched her husband strip out of the rest of his clothes.
Travis Bradley was a large man, with more than two hundred pounds of solid muscle packed onto a body constructed for a football player. He was a year or two past thirty. He was dark, his skin deeply tanned, and his hair was the color of polished ebony. That Darkness made his gray eyes seem even more dominated as they glared out of a face of large, roughly cut features. Immediately below his neck on his bulky chest, black hair sprouted profusely.
His cock caught Ann's attention the most when her husband was finally naked and towering above her as she sat on the floor with her arms bound to the posts of the bed. She had really only caught a glimpse of the massive fuck-pole when he had raped her pussy in the dining room, and, at the time, it had been partially hidden by his hand. But as she sat and trembled there in the bedroom, the brutal prick was swinging free and in clear sight. Its shaft was thickly swollen but not completely hard as it jutted out with a slight bend. Beneath that frightening prick were heavy, hairy, hanging balls. That's what tore my poor bleeding pussy, Ann thought to herself as she watched his prick.
As she watched, Travis pulled over a stool with long legs. The long legs left the middle arching upward enough to span Ann's upper legs when it was placed over her lap. Then her husband knelt on the stool, facing her and positioning his prick right in front of her chin and nose.
"Here's the reason for you whole existence, bitch!" he growled at her, taking the base of his prick in his fingers. "Before you become a true Bradley, you're going to have to learn to worship it with all of the awe and respect that it deserves!"
"No!" Ann cried, but her terror robbed her voice of everything but its feat. The sound emerged more like a squeak than a denial.
Travis leaned his body in toward her head and slapped his prick across her right cheek. Then he ordered her to turn her face and he whacked the fuck-meat across her left cheek in another stinging blow. Right after that, the fat cock-head poked up against the bottom of her nose, the piss-slit nudging into one of her nostrils.
Ann groaned as she smelled hot cock and the remnants of their earlier fuck. As the prick had approached her face, she had seen specks of her own dried blood. Mingled with the blood was dried pussy juice and Travis's cum. Travis hadn't washed his cock since busting his wife's cherry and reaming out her cunt, and new the heavy aroma of prick and fucking was swarming up Ann's nose. She had never smelled anything like it before, but she knew she wouldn't fail to recognize it ever again.
Travis laughed when he saw the grimace on her face from his cock nuzzling against her nose. The fear and disgust his new wife was showing caused his balls to rumble and made his prick harden. The stiffer the long shaft became, the more he tried to fuck his cock-head up her nostril. If it had been at all possible, Travis would have shoved the prick clear up inside her nose, but the size of his prick mad that violation completely impossible. Instead, he leaned back on the footstool and pulled his cock out of her face. He wanted to give the woman a good look at his prick before he fucked it brutally into her mouth.
Ann was relieved when the cock left her nose, and she watched as the swollen cock-head drifted away from her face. As the cock was pulled back, her eyes could focus and take in the sight of the whole prick. The cock-shaft had lengthened and thickened someway on the surface to protect the blood inside. The color of the cock-head had deepened to somewhere between red and purple, and was completely different from the prick-shaft behind it.
The cock-shaft had a sheath of skin much like that of the rest of his body, although that skin was stretched unbelievably tight and showed the ridges of muscle and the cock-head, wandering, blue veins beneath. Hair grew up the first couple of inches of the large cock-shaft from the base, and the heavy, hanging balls were covered by a forest of black strands. The sac was wrinkled in spots beneath the hair, and, at the bottom, it was stretched tightly downward when it supported the weight of his balls.
Travis's entire fuck equipment looked so brutally efficient that it made Ann's pussy hurt just at the sight. She couldn't believe that the thick cock had actually fucked its way into her poor pussy-hole, stretching her cunt-flesh unnaturally thin to fit inside. There had been blood and from looking at the hefty prick, the bloodletting now seemed inevitable. Ann was afraid that each time the monstrous prick battered into her body, t would leave a blood bath in its terrible wake.
"Now that you've seen what my cock looks like, you're going to learn to worship it!" Travis gasped, using one hand to point the prick at her mouth. "And what you're going to do right now is beg me to let you kiss it and take it in your mouth!"
Ann gasped. She had accepted the horrible, but inevitable necessity of letting him put his prick into her pussy, but it was almost inconceivable to even think about a cock ever touching her mouth. Frightened and revolted, she pushed the back of her head against the foot of the bed, desperately trying to escape the frightening prick.
Travis' free hand reached down and grabbed the nipple of her right tit. His fingers pulled at the sensitive nub until it was stretched far out in front of her chest. The skin covering her tit felt like it would tear, and there was a slicing pain that reached into the center of her tit from the back of the abused nipple.
"Oh, please!" she cried when his fingers began to twist as well as pull. Her tits were still aching form the torture they had suffered in the dining room, and the pain coursing through the right one was almost too much to believe.
"Then beg me to let you kiss and mouth my cock!" he shouted. "I'm going to keep hurting your tit more and more until you beg me to let your mouth suck and kiss my prick!"
Agony shot through her chest like a lightning bolt of pain. No matter what else night happen, she had to get relief for her tit.
"Let me kiss it!" she gasped.
Ann hadn't wanted to say such a terrible thing - couldn't comprehend the lewd act that it promised - yet she couldn't stop the request from tumbling out in an effort to rescue her tit.
"My cock!" Travis screamed as his fingers savaged her tit even more viciously. "I haven't got a goddamn it jutting out over my balls!"
"Oh God!" she screamed. "Let me kiss your awful cock!"
The pain burned inside her like acid spilled inside her chest.
"My prick!" he bellowed. "Call it prick, too!"
"Your prick!" the tortured wife wailed. "Let me kiss your prick!"
The ripping pressure on the end of her tit suddenly stopped, but for a second, her nipple seemed to ache even more. Then the pain began to die enough to allow her eyes to clear, and she glanced up to see the evil, satisfied smile on her husband's face. His hips thrust forward, driving his cock-head toward her mouth as his fingers still danced lightly but threateningly on the end of her aching tit.
She knew she had to do it. His fingers were delivering a warning to her already-savaged nip-pie. If Ann refused to kiss his prick or hesitated too long, he would probably tear her tit from her chest.
Ann's frightened eyes stated at the cock-head hovering just inches in front of her mouth. The tortured woman gulped at the frightening appearance of the prick as if it was a snake about to strike. The piss-slit in the end of the swollen cock-head looked, like a mouth.
Anne could imagine the fangs inside ready to tear her up as f she was about to take a vicious animal against her lips.
She had waited too long. His fingers tightened on her tit. The renewed pressure wasn't enough to cause the shocking pain to return, but it was a threat that the agony was only another second away. Fighting to overcome her revulsion and shame, Ann moved her head away from the foot of the bed. At the same time, Travis shoved his hips forward at her, thrusting the end of his cock-head roughly against her lips.
She felt the heat of the terrible cock flow against her mouth through her lips. The hot cock-flesh was almost rubbery where it pressed firmly against her mouth. Groaning, she puckered her lips and kissed it, collecting some of the pre-cum leaking from the piss-slit onto her lips.
When Ann drew back a fraction of an inch, her tongue flicked out involuntarily and pulled the moisture into her mouth. There was a faint taste, some how vaguely sweet and not a bit like she had expected. There was nothing repulsive to the actual taste of the juice leaking from the end of his prick.
"It's going to take a better kiss than that!" Travis cried, pushing forward as she pulled back to follow her face with his prick.
His cock-head bumped roughly against her lips again, pushing its tip up against her teeth. Her lips covered the end of the cock-head, and its heat flowed directly into her mouth. Once again, the aroma of hot cock and dried fuck-juices swarmed up Ann's nose, making her lightheaded with the mucky smell of sex.
"Kiss it, bitch wife!" Travis growled, ramming the prick-head harder against her teeth. "Kiss it like you adore and worship it! Sex up my cock with your mouth!"
And, although the words themselves were demanding, it was the fingers on her tit that carried the strongest warning. Slowly, the fingers began to bite into the bruised tit flesh, sending a flood of agony through the entire mound. The harder he squeezed, the more sensitive her abused tit seemed to become, making the pain increase by leaps and bounds. Her shame was deep, her humiliation strong from having the prick shoved into her face, but that agony was nothing compared to the pain in her tit. Ann realized that she was going to have to do the evil thing that her husband demanded.
Her lips wrapped around the hot cock-head, gripping it tightly and adding moisture to the prick-flesh. It was impossible to actually pucker and kiss the cock-head with it rammed against her teeth, but she did the best she could. Still, she moved her lips, rolling the cock-flesh around. Her lips wrapped tightly around it, rolling the piss-slit round against her teeth.
"Now lick my cock-head!" her husband gasped, and Ann's heart rose clear into her throat. No matter how many times she seemed to reach the limits of her tolerance, Travis always was able to demand that she go even farther.
Ann felt the pressure on her teeth weaken as he pulled back enough to allow her tongue out of her mouth. Feeling terribly abused and tortured the young newlywed woman slithered her tongue out of her mouth and touched the tip against the head of his prick. The heat of the cock scared down the length of her tongue and ran back to the opening of her throat.
Tentatively, and more that a bit frightened, Ann licked around the cock-head, making it glisten with spit. Her tongue swirled over the top of the prick-head, then rolled around the bottom, and she was surprised that the underside was built much different. As she licked, there was a soft hint of the taste of blood and dried fuck-juice, and the flavors tickled across her tongue.
Travis rose higher on his knees, pushing his cock-head up by her nose. Its heat traveled almost up to her eyes.
"Now bathe the shaft with your tongue!" he gasped.
The tip of her tongue rode down the length of the hard, throbbing cock-pole, smearing a trail of saliva behind it. The taste of her own dried cherry blood and cunt-juices was thick in her mouth as she cleaned the underside of his prick with her tongue.
"Now my balls!" her husband shouted as if she was some child being forced to obey. "Suck my hairy balls into your mouth!"
Ann groaned and froze, her tongue touching the base of his prick. Then the pressure on her tit grew vicious, and she was frightened that the flesh would tear. She opened her mouth to cry out and his hairy balls pushed into her mouth. Before she could protest, she had the whole heavy sac on her tongue. As she closed her lips around the full sac, she could feel both of his large balls inside the thin, hot skin.
Travis ordered her to suck and roll them around in her mouth, and her lips pressed down hard when she tried to swallow. The action pulled the heavy balls clear to the opening of her throat, and she closed her cheeks and tongue tightly around the sac. Ann leaned her head back against the foot board of the bed, pulling at his ball-sac with her lips to stretch the skin out tightly from his crotch.
"That's right, bitch!" Travis growled down at her. "You suck balls like you're a goddamn pro! Keep that up and someday you'll be a Bradley woman for sure! And since you're so good at sucking balls, it's time to find out how good you can suck prick!"
Travis released her tit and snarled his hand into her hair. Lifting himself even higher on his knees, he slowly pulled his balls from the grip of her mouth. Then his hips settled down until his cock-head was bumping against her lips. Ann whined and clamped her teeth tightly, determined not to let the filthy thing into her mouth.
Then her scalp exploded in pain. He had twisted her hair in his fingers and yanked. Every hair on the top of her head was threatening to pull out, and she yelped in agony.
When her teeth parted for her scream, his hard cock fucked into her mouth. In less than a second, her mouth was stuffed full of prick. Her jaws were driven open by the cock-head ramming against the opening of her throat. Her tongue was brutally driven to the bottom of her moth to make room for the spearing shaft.
The taste of her own blood and pussy-juice swirled through Ann's mouth, but there was very little other flavor she could detect from the prick-shaft itself. There was a heft odor of sweat from his balls, stirred up from violently fucking her, and the combination of the smell and taste was like a narcotic to make her mind confused.
"How about that, my lovely little wife?" Travis laughed down at her and nudged his cock-head firmer against the back of her mouth. "You didn't know that you had another pussy right there in your face, did you?"
Ann's jaws were stretched wide by the mouth-fucking cock. There was something fascinating about the throbbing monster fucking up her oral cavity, and Ann felt a strange thrill from the experience shoot from her throat down to her cunt.
Then the prick began to move, and that knocked any thought of enjoyment out of her mind. It was pulled back until the cock-head was all that was left in her mouth, then it shoved brutally back in, riding the lubrication of her spit. The ridge at the back of his cock-head scraped the entire length of her tongue, as the front of the swollen prick-head buried the piss-slit almost into her throat.
"Tighter!" Travis growled down to his captive wife, fucking his cock in and out between her lips. "Make that mouth like a goddamn cunt that I can fuck right there in your face!"
Ann closed down on it, pressing up with her tongue and ramming the prick-shaft up hard against the top of her mouth and made the cock scrape above and below each time it was rammed in.
Ann sucked hard and her cheeks caved in around the horny prick. When her mouth was completely closed around it, Travis fucked his prick back and forth in her oral grasp.
"That's right!" Travis cried. "That fucking mouth is as tight as a cunt! I'm going to fuck your face until my balls explode and shoot cum right down your hot little throat!"
There was nothing for Ann to do but try to desperately hag on. The chains on her wrists kept her locked firmly into place for the mouth-fucking prick, and the back of her head was being constantly driven against the foot of the bed by the hammering cock. Her tonsils felt as if they were being battered by a flesh hammer and Travis' strokes became longer and more violent.
Spit ran out of the corners of Ann's mouth each time the cock fucked back in to stuff her mouth. Her mind seemed unable to accept that she was sucking hard thrusting cock.
Then the monstrous prick began to swell even more as the cock-head blossomed to an unbelievable size. The length of his prick-shaft seemed to pulse, and suddenly something hot and wet splashed into the back of her mouth. The opening, to her throat was quickly awash and she began to choke.
Ann gulped, swallowing the sticky jism down her gullet to clear the back of her mouth. But as soon as she took that large cum-wad down, more erupted against her tonsils. Ann whined and swallowed, moaned and gulped, taking every bit of her husband's cum down her throat to her stomach.