When Donna Moore woke up from her brief faint, she was vividly aware of two things. First that she was helplessly chained to a steel frame like a crucified martyr. And second, that the most violent, nerve racking thrills she'd ever known were ripping through her gorged pulsing cunt.
"Uuuuuuuuuunnf!" she screamed, swinging her ass with torrid lust, trying to ram even more of the giant humming prick into her ravaged pussy. "Aaaaagh! Oooo, Christ! F-fuck me, my God, fuuuuuuccckkk mmmeeeeee!"
Watching her beautiful naked body shudder under the onslaught of her massive rape, Georgia Langley stroked Donna's tits eagerly, squeezing their hot luscious flesh with raw lust. She was fucking the screaming brunette with slow but savage strokes of the colossal cock now, grunting with exertion each time she lunged her hips. A little blood oozed onto the dildo from Donna's battered cunt, but the frenzied housewife was in sheer heaven now, gripping the great curved prick fiercely in her slit, riding it with obscene cries.
The panting swinger suddenly jerked back, leaving only the quivering knob inside Donna, who screamed in protest. Georgia reached up to one nipple and rolled it between her fingers harshly. Donna's mind went blank for a moment. Then: "Whatever you want with me. Anything, anything! Keep fucking me, Lord, don't – uh – stop I'll lose my mind go go go! Shove it allllll in!"
Georgia grabbed Donna's hips tightly and resumed her brutal fucking strokes, leaning forward to suck on a creamy tit now. The brunette was programmed like a high efficiency computer by now, not even aware her buttons were being pushed.
Low passionate screams came from Donna's lips as another wild orgasm rippled through her seething loins, as the spiked dildo stung every silken inch of her shattered cunt. The sensations were so fantastically intense, so profoundly exciting she felt as if her sanity was perched on the edge of a high cliff and the next violent thrill would send it hurtling over and crashing into fragments. She couldn't stop coming! And the feeling was driving her mad as her pussy exploded again and again and again, each time more savagely than the last.
Al Langley got up from the bed when he'd snapped the last picture in the Polaroid pack. His thick meat bristled anxiously as he watched Donna's ripe ass quiver and bounce. He picked up his whip and crept behind her.
He lashed her buttocks just once, not too hard. She froze, her mind grappling desperately.
"Spank me whip me hurt me fast!" she sobbed.
He lashed her twice, and this time she didn't hesitate.
"I cannot – eeeee! – cannot live without you, adorable big dick! Can't stop commmmmming! No more, no more aaaargh!"
Al tossed the whip aside, deeply satisfied. Counting Georgia's conditioned response, the sexy brunette was now programmed perfectly for three signals. After all, she was a perfect subject, primed with maddening arousal, left teetering on the verge of desperate release.
He stepped close behind Donna and spread her burning ass cheeks. Placing the knob of his hard-on directly against her tiny asshole he slammed his gorged dick in deep without warning. Her steaming bowels churned furiously on his meat.
"Eeeeeee k-killing me! Ooooooo! Fuck me, Georgia, harder! Everyone fuck me!Rip it up, shove it deep, fuck my ass, my pussy, anything, every thinggggg!"
The delirious housewife tugged at her chains and screamed, her mind seeming to shatter into shards of pain thrills. Her thrilled pussy, crammed to its hilt and beyond with the massive humming rod, shuddered and thrashed insanely while her asshole burned with blazing pain from Al's brutal fucking strokes. She could feel his prick rubbing and crushing the thin membrane that separated him from the dildo, and her entire loins felt bursting with lust pressure, on fire with agonized ecstasy.
Georgia and Al both drove deep into her raw flesh at the same time, sandwiching her between them, raping her relentlessly. Her creamy naked flesh shook and perspired in great spasms, and she wrenched at her manacles with insane strength, grinding her hips frantically, not to try to escape – an impossibility – but to increase the obscene fury.
"Yessssssss! Come in my ass! Gimme your jism! Everyone fuck me,love it, need it, aaaaaaaargh! Toooo muccchhhh! Losing my mind, going – eeee! – Crazy! Fuck! Rip up my cunt! Ooooohh! Coming toooo hardddd! Ugh!"
Jesus, thought Georgia as she slammed the spiked cock in with all her strength, she's going over the edge! Her face was contorted into a mask of frenzied lust, her head shaking from side to side in an eerie dance, tears gushing from her madly blazing eyes. Feeling a rare twinge of mercy, the swinger wanted to pull out the dildo but she didn't dare while Al was ravishing her ass. It might screw up his programming, since the manacled housewife had to suffer the most violent sensations possible on the first night. And there was no doubt about that!
Al pumped furiously into her boiling asshole, rubbing her swollen tits lewdly in his fingers. Shit, she was tight and hot, fantastically juicy in her ass, her bowels sucking in a frenzy on his stroking rod.
"Good ass!" he grunted, feeling his prick grow rock hard with an imminent eruption. "Wild ass, Donna! Haaa! Ummmmmf!"
The sobbing brunette reared back her head and issued a series of crazed animal moans as his thick cream spurted deep in her bowels, stinging and tickling intensely. A final exhausting climax tore through her searing loins, quivering her naked helpless body with violence.
Then she collapsed, chin falling onto her heaving, sweating tits, sagging against her chains. A moment after Al jerked his limp cock out, Georgia eased out the giant prick. They both heaved for breath, watching her.
"She'll be okay, won't she, Al?" Georgia whispered, alarmed.
"Sure, honey. She just had a lot of passion stored up, that's all. Healthy, deeply frustrated housewife, a great deal of expert priming, and a traumatic release, that's all. Beautiful programming subject, ideal. I think we ought to skip young girls for a while and concentrate on housewives in their thirties. Lots of repression there, pent up lust."
Georgia unstrapped the dildo and tossed it aside. She knelt down in front of the crying brunette and tenderly licked her raw pussy, savoring the blood, while Al checked his snapshots over. The results were excellent, sharp, vivid illustrations of unleashed passion, some of the best in his rapidly growing collection.
They unchained Donna and eased her over to the bed, where she moaned and panted and stroked herself deliriously. Georgia got her a martini and held it to her lips. Sipping it quickly, Donna felt her strength – and her dazed sanity – gradually return.
"The pictures," she whispered, sitting up with wild eyes. "I've got to have those pictures!"
Al shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry, Donna. I need them right now for, ah, research purposes. But I promise you no one will see them. No one. Trust me."
"You blackmailing sonofabitch," she hissed with sudden rage. "You're just trying to get me back for more insane games. Don't worry, I'll come back whenever you want – But I need those pictures! If my family sees them.."
"They won't, honey," Georgia promised, wondering if she could persuade the exhausted brunette to eat him one more time. She was hot again, urgently aroused. Sighing, she decided against even asking. Al said an excess of sex – Georgia never understood how anyone could get too much sex – might screw up the programming in its early phases.
Donna studied both their faces, realizing there was no hope whatever of getting the pictures from them. Not yet, anyway. But she felt sure they wouldn't show them to anyone – not anyone she knew, anyway – either. She felt a sudden urge to get away from this bizarre couple as quickly as possible. She dressed with shaking fingers, eyeing the huge steel frame with fear. But there was a morbid, thrilling excitement lurking beneath the tenor, radiating from her sore, hotly glowing pussy and battered asshole and brutally whipped buttocks.
Georgia followed her to the door, snatching a last squeeze and caress of her ripe breasts and ass.
"You'll feel much better in a day or two, Donna," she promised. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay? And next time we won't be so rough, I swear. This was just a part of the programming process, honey…"
"What do you mean, programming process?" Donna said, suddenly alert. "What programming?"
Al spoke up quickly, glaring at his wife. "She simply meant we have a program for beautiful frustrated housewives like yourself, Donna, that's all. I hope we've helped you."
"That remains to be seen," Donna said dryly, touching her sore ass cheeks gingerly. "Just one other thing. I-I want to borrow that dildo for a day or two." Her cheeks reddened, but the urge in her blood was top powerful to resist.
"Give it to her," Al said quickly to his wife, who was about to ask questions. The stupid bitch didn't realize timing was everything. This was the worst time to pry or embarrass her, dammit. Georgia put the giant cock in a large paper bag and gave it to her. After all, it would look a little strange with the massive red knob sticking out of her small purse.
Donna hurried out the door, her body flooding with relief. God, what an insane night! Spanking, whipping, teasing, sucking, fucking, raping – Whewwww! And yet… And yet she craved it. She'd begun to love the shock and the anguish and the nerve racking thrills toward the end, even the silly Goddamn phrases they'd made her repeat. Weird people, definitely.
Her fingers stroked her purse on the seat beside her as she drove, and her heart beat faster. Images of her lovely daughter flashed in her mind, savagely impaled by the brutal prick, her sweet, tawny flesh quivering with shock and obscene ecstasy.
She really never should have opened that Goddamned box this morning! Everything was happening so fast she was dazed, like a depraved nightmare, like a whirlpool of violent, bizarre sex… She thought about her lovely children and her eyes brimmed over with tears of shame and remorse.
They were such sweet, wholesome darlings..
Inside the Langley house, Al continued to stare at his naked trembling wife with cold, gleaming eyes. She shivered with fear and hugged her tits, knowing what would happen.
"I didn't mean to slip, Al, honest," she pleaded. "She didn't understand anything about the programming, honest!"
"To err is human, to forgive is not my policy," he told her in an icy voice. "On the bed on your belly, knees hunched under you. Go!"
She rushed to obey, sobbing. It wasn't the whipping she feared. It came a few seconds later, blazing across her naked ass flesh with breathtaking agony, stinging with vengeance. For two minutes without flagging, he lashed her. And then the horrible pause, the waiting… Georgia closed her eyes tightly and clenched her fists, burying her face in the pillow and biting it as hard as she could.
She shuddered as she felt him place the thick blunt handle of the whip against her tender asshole. Then he slammed it in viciously deep and began plunging it in and out of her narrow tunnel, and Georgia screamed softly and hung on, knowing the pain would turn to thrills, the anguish into wild, obscene ecstasy.
Even her asshole had been efficiently programmed.