Chapter 5
Kenny Bursk scowled as he unlocked the front door of his modest five room house. It was eight-thirty of the morning following the sadistic orgy in the dining hall. He'd escorted the two hookers to the front gate, and noticed the wincing as they walked. What had those little bastards done to them, he had wondered as he accepted ten dollars from each of them for his procuring services. They'd told him that they wouldn't come back anymore, and this pissed the guard off. Now he'd have to find some more talent for the Rivers gang, and that wouldn't be easy.
"Edie!" he called as he walked into the living room. His wife called back from the upstairs. "Be right down, dear."
Bursk walked into the kitchen, smelling the savory aroma of his dinner in the oven. He opened the 'fridge and took out a can of beer.
Returning to the living room, he sat down and reached forward to turn on the television. A children's cartoon show came on. That was the trouble with working this night trick. He never got to watch any of the good shows. He leaned back, sipping his beer and idly eyeing the antics of the animated figures on the screen. His thoughts wandered back to the events of the night just past. That Rivers punk and his buddies had been getting awfully cocky lately. Bursk had the gut feeling that they were up to something, and probably no good at that. Well, he just hoped they'd try it on his shift. He'd show them a thing or two! He'd wanted to get his hands on that Rivers kid ever since the first day he'd arrived at the reformatory. If the punk didn't have all the rackets in the joint sewn up, Bursk would have backed another contender long before and had his way with Rivers down in the hole, where none of his buddies could see what was going on. But the kid was smart; you had to give him that. He'd cleverly and ruthlessly eliminated every inmate who even seemed to be making a play for his power. None had measured up to him.
Kenny put thoughts of the reformatory aside for the time being as his wife, Edie, came walking down the stairs from the bedroom.
"Hello, dear. Hungry?"
"You bet." He slugged down the rest of his beer and headed for the kitchen. His wife followed, and began setting the table for her man. In a few moments he had a steaming platter of roast beef and gravy, mashed potatoes, and vegetables in front of him, with another can of beer to wash them down with.
"Eat hearty, dear," Edie said. "I need my man good and strong this morning."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Well, I took a little trip downtown yesterday afternoon. I picked up a little surprise for you." She looked into his eyes with a mischievous and meaningful stare.
Bursk began to wolf down his food. A surprise! His little lady never ceased to amaze him. He couldn't wait to see what it was.
As he gulped down the last of his dinner and swallowed the dregs of his can of beer, Edie looked at him across the table with hooded eyes.
"Ready for bed, dear?"
"You bet. baby!"
"All right," she said, rising from the table. The loose housecoat she wore failed to hide the lush curves of her figure. "Now you just wait right here until I call you. I've got to fix up your surprise before you come up."
"Yes, dear," Bursk replied with an unaccustomed submissiveness in his tone. He followed his wife's swaying buttocks as far as the living room where he sank back down into his chair and focused his attention back on the cartoon show, impatiently awaiting his wife's call. It was about ten minutes later that he heard Edie's voice from the top of the stairs. "Kenneth! Come here at once!" Her tone was stentorian and commanding.
Kenny lumbered to his feet. "Yes, dear," he called as he moved his heavy frame toward the stair. He gasped as he looked up at his wife at the head of the stairs, looking imperiously down at him.
Edie Bursk was in leather from head to toe. Her full lush breasts were bound in a tight leather bra from which the nipples protruded through holes in the tips of the cups.
Bursk got red in anticipation as he waited for his wife's command. His eyes ran over her feverishly now. He was hoping she'd be wearing crotchless black silk panties. She wore a leather garter belt, holding up thigh high black hose. She wore tight black leather boots laced up to mid-thigh. Around her neck was fastened a tight leather collar with projecting steel spikes a half an inch in length.
Bursk gaped at his beautiful wife as he started up the stairs.
"Halt, slave!" she barked.
He stopped in his tracks.
"Did I tell you to walk? When you approach me, you will do so in a respectful manner. On your knees! Crawl!"
As Kenny dutifully sank to his knees and continued up the stairs clumsily, he could feel the blood rushing to his excited cock. So this was the surprise his wife had promised at dinner. What a woman! So commanding and powerful. If only that punk Rivers knew how close his little cracks about Kenny's sex life were to the truth!
As Bursk reached the top of the stairs, Edie took a hand from behind her back and fastened a leather collar on a leash around his thick, muscular neck. With a cruel tug, she pulled him after her into the bedroom. There she halted and turned on her husband where he knelt on all fours, leashed, looking at her with adoring eyes.
"Take off that uniform. I'm in control here. Take it off, I say!"
Humbly, without getting up, Kenny squatted back on his legs and began to remove his uniform shirt. His wife looked on approvingly. As he struggled out of his pants, she hooked the leash over a post of the bed and walked to her dresser. When she returned, he was squatting naked on the rug, gently manipulating his erect prick.
"Why, you swine! Did I tell you that you could give yourself pleasure?"
"No, Master," he whispered in a subdued voice as he took his hands from his throbbing cock.
"That's better. But I think you need a lesson in self discipline. It's lucky I happen to have this excellent training device here."
It was a strange contrivance that Edie held out to her husband. Constructed of black leather, it resembled a jock-strap, except that the cup, rather than being flexible to accommodate a limp set of balls and a cock, was instead a long shaft of rigid leather, designed to hold an erect organ. There was an opening at the end just large enough for the tip of a penis to peek through, but sewn into the leather at the ends were a series of long metal barbs, curving inward over the opening. Anyone wearing this device and attempting to stimulate himself would only succeed in cutting his hands.
"Lie on your back, dog!" Edie commanded.
He obeyed, his excitement rising by the moment. It was always a treat when Edie went shopping in the sex shops downtown, and always made for an exciting evening of his favorite sort of sex.
Kneeling, Bursk's leather-clad mistress lifted his heavy, hairy legs and slipped the leather cock strap on, pushing it up his thighs and forcing the straps over his muscular buttocks. Unlike a regular jock-strap, which has two straps, one for each side of the ass, this device had three straps, one of which went right up the crack between Kenny's buttocks. He grimaced as she pushed in on this strap, suddenly realizing that he hadn't noticed before that this strap had affixed to it a three inch rubber plug, which Edie shoved rudely up his asshole. She raised the cock sack and pulled the stiff leather over his cock. Only then did he realize that there was no space in the shaft for his balls. There was rather a tight leather band which flattened his scrotum against his crotch, forcing his balls up into his body painfully.
"Now I think we're ready for some entertainment," Edie said with a smile as she stepped back to examine her handiwork. Kenny was sprawled on the floor, naked save for the leather device around his crotch and the collar around his neck. The tip of his erection peeked out from the hole in the end of the leather shaft, falling just short of touching the tips of the metal barbs above it. As she leered at her husband, she could see the surging of blood in the bulbous head of his cock as his excitement grew.
"Stand up, slave," she commanded.
He obeyed, feeling the dull pain as the plug in his ass shifted position.
"Now, follow me," she said curtly and began to sashay toward the bathroom door. Kenny followed slowly behind her, his eyes glued to the shapely globes of her rotating buttocks as they were exposed at the bottom of the crotchless panties and framed by the leather garter belt. His excitement grew by leaps and bounds as they entered the bathroom.
"Lie down in the tub," she ordered imperiously, pointing to the large porcelain fixture.
Kenny's excitement continued to grow as he stepped into the tub and lay face up on the bottom. He knew what was coming, and his cock throbbed in anticipation.
As soon as her husband had assumed his position in the tub, Edie stepped in and squatted above his face, her legs straddling his upper torso.
From his position below her, Kenny could see the spread outer lips of her delectable pussy, glimpse the tender inner lips, even see the tip of her distended clit as it peeked out from under her pubic mound. Further back he could see the tiny puckering muscle of her tight asshole, could almost count the small, delicate hairs that surrounded it. As he lay there waiting, he could feel the sensual presence of the plug in his asshole, revel in the ache of his balls as they were strapped tightly to his body, and feel his pulsating cock's shaft as it struggled against the leather sheath that constrained it. Looking down, it seemed to him that the purple head was even closer to the sharp metal barbs that ringed the tip of the sheath.
Kenny shut his eyes as suddenly a shower of shimmering urine began to jet from his wife's naked crotch. He gasped and averted his head in involuntary motion.
"When I give you a gift, slave, you accept it!" Edie shouted as she struck down with closed fist on the leather strap that bound his balls.
Kenny shrieked in agony as his tender balls flared up in pain. But he obediently opened his mouth and began to lap excitedly at the unabated stream of piss that was issuing from between his wife's legs.
Edie looked down approvingly at her husband as he lapped up every drop of her golden discharge. Piss ran off his face into the bathtub beneath him, rolling down the porcelain to the drain. As she emptied her bladder, she could see Kenny squirming to catch the last few drops as they dripped from her bushy pubic hair.
"That was very good, slave. You may have possibilities after all. But that was only the beginning!"
As Kenny gazed up into his loving wife's crotch, she slowly began to lower herself on her haunches until her hairy crotch was pressed tightly against his face.
"Now you may clean me," she commanded.
Kenny groaned in agony and ecstasy as he snaked his tongue up out of his mouth and began to lap frantically at Edie's pussy. He ran his tongue up and down the outside of her furrowed snatch, licking the last drops of urine from the hairs. Then he turned his attentions inward.
Edie smiled as she felt her submissive lover's tongue begin to insinuate itself into her cunt. She could feel the excitement building as her pussy lips began to exude their sweet love juices. She sighed and wriggled her bottom, pressing her juicy twat even closer against Kenny's face.
Kenny could taste the acid taste of urine mixed with the salty-sweet taste of his wife's pussy juice. He lapped contentedly, moving his tongue from her swollen clit back along the inside of her pussy lips, then continuing to dip his sensitive tongue into her straining asshole. He momentarily abandoned her pussy for that nether orifice. Her sphincter was puckered outward from the strain of squatting low over his face, and it was easy to force his questing tongue deeply into her rear. He savored the musky aroma of her anus for a moment, licking and thrusting his tongue wildly, then trailed his mouth and lips back down to her sopping pussy.
As he continued to lick at her squirming honeypot, Edie could feel the first hot flashes of orgasm running from her inflamed cunt to her brain. Her crotch was on fire. She began to press harder and harder against his mouth, threatening to smother him as she squeezed her lush tits through the leather of her bra, wildly stroking the swollen nipples where they stuck out a good half inch from the holes in the cups. Suddenly she gave out a shriek of passion, moving her hips in wanton abandon against the face of her lover, then fell backwards, resting against the wall of the bath cubicle as Kenny complacently licked the last vestiges of her orgasm from her quivering pussy.
Edie lay back, spent, pressing her back against the cold tile of the bathroom wall, her pussy still glued by her full weight to her lover's face. He breathed with difficulty, his nose jammed into the crack of her ass, inhaling the heady stench of her asshole.
Suddenly, Edie stood and stepped out of the bath. She surveyed the figure of her husband as he lay in the tub. His face was sopping wet, covered with a slimy mixture of love juice and urine. He was gasping for breath. His hands had involuntarily moved down to clutch at the strap that confined his balls, trying to ease the lingering ache of her closed-fisted punch.
"Dog! Didn't I tell you to keep your hands away from there! Must I find further ways to discipline you?" She raised one high-heeled leather boot over the rim of the tub and brought it down full force in the center of the husband's stomach. He cried out in pain and doubled over in the tub, writhing in the streams of urine which had been trapped under his back as he had eaten his wife's pussy.
"When you've suitably composed yourself, you will come back into the bedroom." She turned on her heel and left the room, pausing only to turn the shower head on full, engulfing her husband in a torrent of steaming hot water. He screamed in renewed agony as clouds of steam began to rise from the cold porcelain tub. Edie smiled to herself and closed the bathroom door behind her.
Kenny staggered to his feet under the shower of scalding water. He reached out and turned the cold tap as far as it would go, heaving a sigh of relief as the refreshing flood of icy liquid began to soothe the pain of his abused body. He stood under the shower for a few moments. What was it in him that demanded this abject humiliation? How could he enjoy being tortured like this by the woman he loved. She hadn't been like this when they had married, but as she had learned more and more about her husband's secret aberration, she had come to enjoy playing the dominating slave-mistress more and more, until their lovemaking, such as it was, became a delight to them both.
The husky, virile prison guard staggered from the shower and stood dripping on the bathroom floor. His cock was still throbbing inside its leather jacket. He reached down unconsciously to caress it, and winced in pain as his hand met the pointed leather barbs over his cock head. He stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking off the blood, and reached for a towel with which to dry himself before walking back into the bedroom to see what further surprises his loving wife had cooked up for him this night.
When Kenny walked stiffly from the bathroom, Edie was waiting for him.
"Take off that contraption!" she commanded, pointing at the leather device around his waist and genitals. "I've got better things for you to do than parade around in that."
Kenny did as he was told. As he slid the straps from around his buttocks and pulled the plug from his asshole, he felt a sensual excitement at his release. As the device slipped down his hairy thighs to fall in a heap on the carpet, he reached down to caress his swollen tortured balls, now released from their leather prison.
"AAAHHhhhhh ..." he sighed in relief.
Edie suddenly lunged at him from where she sat at the vanity and gave him a vicious slap across the face.
"How many times must you be told!" she screamed. "You will touch yourself where I want you to, and only when I want you to. Is that perfectly clear?"
"Yes, Master," he mumbled, staring down at the carpet, affectionately eyeing his swollen throbbing cock as it arched up toward his belly. He could see a clear drop of semen perched over the slit of the head, begging for the release of the flood of come backed up behind it.
Edie saw his lascivious glance. "You shit!" she screamed. "It's my pleasure we're after here! I think you need another lesson in who's boss in this house." She turned her back to him and bent down to the lower drawer of the vanity, exposing her plump buttock and their dark, luscious furrow to his leering gaze.
When she straightened up and turned, she was strapping on a leather device over her garter belt. Kenny recognized it at once, and his cock jerked upward in anticipation.
Edie looked down as she strapped on the device. She could still feel the heat in her pussy from the head her husband had given her. Even now she could feel that burning start to increase again as she thought of the pleasure yet to come.
"Raise your eyes and look at your master, dog!"
Kenny looked up from the carpet and saw the thick, eight inch dildo protruding from his wife's leather bound thighs. He knew what was next.
"Assume your position."
Bursk meekly moved to the bed and knelt at the end, ass up in the air, buttocks flared, his head cradled in his hands. He felt the cool touch of his wife's fingers as she spread lubricant up and down the crack of his ass, then gasped as she thrust first one, then two fingers deep into his asshole, spreading jelly around the sensitive inside walls. Her hand was withdrawn and he waited.
Edie spread lubricant thickly all over the thick, long rubber shaft strapped to her thighs, then knelt behind her husband at the foot of the bed. She just lingered there.
The anticipation grew in Kenny. He knew his wife was kneeling just behind him on the bed. He had felt her as she climbed onto the mattress, could even now feel the heat of his body as she poised behind him for the thrust. It drove him crazy never to know when it was coming, and she knew it.
Suddenly, Edie lunged forward. Kenny gasped in surprise and pain as the huge dildo was forced into the tiny opening of his asshole. His wife began a regular thrusting, in and out, in and out, as the rubber cock was slowly forced to its full length up his ass, inch by inch. As soon as it was fully in, eight inches up his rectum, Edie stopped moving, remained still, perched on the edge of the bed.
Kenny waited for a moment, then, unable to bear more, nudged backwards gently against the dildo.
Edie landed a terrific crack to the side of his ass.
"You scum! You dare to try to make me bow to your desires!"
Without moving the dildo in his ass, the leather-clad Amazon began a rhythmic spanking, swatting first one ass cheek, then the other, eliciting screams of pain from her submissive husband. She reached under his crotch and began to squeeze his cock and balls harshly and painfully. Kenny groaned' and writhed against the pain of her grasp and the stuffed feeling in his asshole.
Suddenly Edie relaxed her grip on his tortured member and began the regular rhythm of buggery, drawing the dildo almost out of his stretched asshole, then pushing it all the way back in with savage lunges.
Kenny could feel excitement mount in his rigid cock as his wife continued to fuck him in the ass with ever mounting vigor. He could feel a telltale churning in his balls as she picked up the rhythm of her fucking.
Edie loved it. Her bloated pussy lips, clenched tight together between her closed legs, seemed to rub against one another in time to the movements of the dildo in and out of her husband's ass. She could tell that he was approaching his orgasm by the fierce' way in which he was bucking up against the lunges of the rubber prick, and redoubled her tempo, feeling the first flashes of her own climax begin to sweep over her.
Kenny was about to come. He reached under him with one hand as he ground his ass against the dildo, and began to violently tug at his throbbing cock. Just as he felt the first streams of come shooting out of the purple, swollen head of his cock, his wife started to pump with incredible speed against his ass, throwing her head back and emitting a savage cry of satisfied lust. As the last of his copious ejaculations fell in spurts to the bedspread beneath his stomach, his wife slowly withdrew the dildo from his asshole and stretched out full length on the bed next to him. Kenny stood up and prepared to go to the bathroom. As he stepped from the bed he was halted by the outraged cry of his wife.
"And just where do you think you're going?" She stood before him, tall and impressive in her leathers, with the glistening dildo still jutting out from her shapely thighs.
"You're not going to mess up my bed like that and just walk away from it. Clean it up! Now!"
Kenny knew what was expected of him. He knelt back down on the bed and began to lick up the pools of his own come from the bedspread.
"Faster, slave!" she commanded. He suddenly felt the sting of a leathery blow on his exposed buttocks. Edie had taken out her whip and was beating his ass mightily as he lapped at the puddles of hot, salty come. Even as he winced from the force of Edie's blows, and tasted the silky taste of his come on the bedspread, he could feel his cock start to swell and rise, aroused again by this new onslaught of stimulating pain.
Edie raised the whip again as she watched large red welts begin to show on her husband's tortured rear. She flicked the whip lightly, just touching the sack of his balls where it hung swinging between his legs. He yelped in pain, so she did it again, catching his hand with the stinging blow as he cradled his abused testicles.
When he had lapped up the last droplets of semen from the bedspread, Edie commanded him to rise and stand in front of her. He stood, like a repentant schoolboy, his rigid prick standing straight out in front of him.
"What! Hard again? This will never do," she exclaimed, rearing back and delivering a light, but stinging blow to the swollen head of his cock with the whip. This time he really screamed and clutched at his agonized cock, hunched over in pain.
"All right, we'll just have to let you have your fun. Come with me.
Edie led her husband by the collar and leash he still wore down to the kitchen. He stood meekly as she emptied a box of dry cereal into a bowl, added milk and sugar, and placed it on the table.
"All right, slave! You want to come? Come in that bowl. Right how!"
Kenny began slowly to masturbate over the bowl on the table, gazing at his wife's swollen nipples where they stuck out from her bra, lowering his glance to the dark bush of her pubic mound where it was exposed by the split in her crotchless panties. She still wore the dildo, and it pointed straight at him from the tops of her thighs, placed at the bottom of her garter belt. He could feel the first stirrings of release in his balls, and suddenly began jerking on his prick with wanton abandon as spurt after spurt of milky hot come burst from his rigid prick and landed in the bowl of cereal.
"All right, slave. That's your dessert. Start eating."
Kenny lifted the spoon she gave him and began to eat the cereal. It tasted sweet, almost like normal, except for the slight salty tang he knew came from his hot load. As he finished the bowl, his wife looked down on him imperiously. He dropped his head to the table, cupping it in his palms in weary satisfaction.
"All right, slave. I trust you've learned a lesson in obedience tonight. You may go upstairs and prepare for bed. I'll join you shortly."
Kenny staggered wearily up the stairs and went through the bedroom to the bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth and washing his face and hands. Slowly, the sensuality of the morning faded from his mind, and he found himself wondering what sort of deviltry he could expect from the inmates of the reformatory that evening.
When he stepped out of the bathroom, his wife was waiting. She again wore her demure housecoat. She seemed not at all like the dominant Amazon who had just subjected him to such sublime humiliation. Walking up to him, she gave him a matronly peck on the cheek.
"You look tired, dear. Why don't you just lie down and go to sleep. I've got cleaning to do downstairs. I'll wake you in time for breakfast. Remember, you've got to go in early tonight."
"That's right. I almost forgot. God damn that mayor and goofy ideas. A girls' softball team in the joint. And playing that crew of thugs! I think maybe I'm getting too old for this business. When I started the idea was to beat these punks into being good. Now it's just coddle 'em and entertain 'em."
Bursk had been assigned to extra duty for the next week. He had to supervise the inmate details that were to spruce up the reformatory grounds in anticipation of the game with Dahlia Peterson's team. He was also to command the reinforced detail of guards that was to beef up security the day of the game.
Kenny fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, the sleep of the totally sexually exhausted male, still muttering imprecations against his young charges. "God damn thugs ... Ought to horsewhip the lot of 'em ..."
Edie tiptoed to the door, put out the lights, and went downstairs to do her daily chores.