Matt reached down and grabbed the ropes holding her tied so securely. As if she were a sack of meal, he dragged her across the floor and into the bedroom, a room dominated by the brass bed.
The brass rails on either end were perfect for what he had in mind. But he really only needed those at the head of the bed. Lifting the trussed-up woman, he dumped her on the bed. She moaned softly as she rolled across one of her whipped shoulders.
"I tired of your mouth. I want to feel that gripping cunt of yours all around my cock."
He didn't wait for her to reply. He reached out and jerked free the candle still in her twat. She screamed as the candle broke the intense vacuum formed inside her pussy. He ignored it and threw the candle aside. He ran his fingers over her blistered and bruised pussy-lips.
"You cunts are all alike, never taking care of your most precious possession. I must cleanse you, I see."
She lay in pain on the bed. The candle being pulled out of her was worse than she'd thought it would be. The nagging ache left inside her needed immediate attention. And she was fearful of what he would do to cure her of that agony.
When she saw him come in with a short length of hose and a hot water bottle, she panicked. He was going to give her an enema!
"I fixed this up special for you, my dear. Kerosene?" He waited to see the horrified expression on her face. "No, not when you've been so burning hot all day long. That might catch you on fire and we couldn't have that. No, my dear, it's filled with wine."
He put the enema bag aside for a moment as he refastened her bonds. When he was done, both her hands and feet were bound thoroughly to the head of the brass bed. But it wasn't in any position she would have chosen for herself.
He had her bent double so that her cunt was widely exposed to his evil attentions. Upper thighs pressed firmly into her own tits making them pulse and throb with desire. But the pressure on her belly was intense and she thought her hips would be pulled out of their sockets.
"Don't do this to me, I beg you!"
"Beg all you want, slave. I will do to you what I please. If you want to scream, do so. It pleases me."
She bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out when he thrust the tube of the enema bag into her asshole. She didn't want to give him the pleasure of hearing her sob and cry.
But she had to scream when the burning hot wine seared into her anus. He had heated the wine and it was burning with both alcoholic and heated fury. It was making her go mad from the pain.
"You're burning me up! Why are you trying to kill me?"
"Stupid slut. If I'd put in cold wine, it would have killed you for sure. This is almost at your body temperature. And, damnit, you'd better not spill one Goddamn drop out that tight little ass of yours or I'll really discipline you!"
There was no telling what horrid things he could do if she allowed even one tiny drop of that wine enema to leak from her rectum.
It filled her, made her feel bloated. She was momentarily sick to her stomach but it passed. If she'd puked, it would have been all over her face and tits. She couldn't have stood that. The pressure in her bowels was more than enough.
"Hold it," he said sternly. "Got it?"
"Yes, ohhh! It… it's so hard!"
"It'll get harder!"
He jumped onto the bed and knelt down so that his prick was just barely separating her cunt-lips.
"Y-you can't fuck me!"
"The hell I can't!"
And his prick shot down into the hollowness which had so recently held the thick wax candle.
His cock was so much different from the candle that she had to scream. The long wax rod had been unbending. His prick followed the corridor of her cunt and probed mercilessly into every soft fold of her pussy wall. He burrowed deeper into her cunt than the candle ever could have.
She fought hard to keep her ass tight. She must not leak out any of the wine enema. He said he would punish her if she did. And yet it was so damned hard! She wanted to relax and go with the flow. She wanted to enjoy the feel of his cock fucking her cunt as hard and fast as it could.
But relax? She didn't dare.
"Wh-why are you doing this to me?"
"Keep that ass tight, cunt. I love the way your hot pussy feels all around me when you stay nice and tensed up."
He began fucking her tight manhole with short, swift strokes. The friction mounted faster than it ever had before. Her guts were on fire, with erotic need. But she couldn't abandon herself to them. She couldn't enjoy the man's prick like she normally did.
She had to hold in every last drop of the wine he'd shot all the way up into her bowels. It seemed to be boiling hot, gnawing away at her flesh, but she didn't dare relax, not for a single instant.
She felt his cock surge a little deeper into her cunt. The friction of his cock-head against her pussy walls lit inner fires that had been smoldering for some time. She was coming alive with the fucking.
Hating herself for responding to a man who could do such terrible things to her, she began to moan – this time in pleasure. The warmth fed upon itself in her cunt. She could almost stand the pressure of the wine in her rectum. And the agonizing pain lancing across her shoulders could be forgotten.
Even the pain in her ankles and wrists could be ignored as the pleasure from the man's fucking prick burned into her body.
"Fuck me, fuck me good! I need it!"
"You can say that again," he muttered. His body was drenched with sweat now. Forcing the enema on her had been a master stroke for him. This kept her cunt tighter than it had ever been before. While she was close to virgin-tight normally, her cunt gaped and got sort of floppy loose after he'd fucked her a couple times in a night.
Not now.
Now she would keep that virgin-tightness that he loved to feel all around his cock.
He fucked deeper, faster. He felt her pussy walls smooth out in front of his onslaught. His cock roared down the tight passage until he bounced off her cervix. Seldom had he penetrated this far into her cunt. But bent double as she was gave him an opportunity that was seldom available otherwise.
"Hold it all in," he commanded. "Not a single drop to be spilled or you'll regret it!"
"Oh, oh, yes, yes, Master! I won't dribble any of it out! Just give me the sweet gift of that prick! Ride me, ride me hard!"
She was lost in a carnal wilderness of pleasure and pain. Strangely, the pain accented the pleasure she was getting from his prick, the way her cunt had been so cruelly mistreated, she would have dismissed the idea as ridiculous if anyone had told her she would be begging a man – this man! – to fuck her.
That's what happened, though. And the pain made the pleasure that much more intense. She had something to measure the height of her desire against. The pain in her shoulders was fading to be replaced by agony from the way her hands and feet were cruelly bound to the head of the bed.
Bent double, she could barely breathe.
But there was a bit of stimulation in this, too. Her legs rubbed seductively across her turgid nipples. She was able to crush her tits almost flat against her chest. The motion of her legs across her tits as he fucked her gave an added thrill she would have missed otherwise.
But the worst of her pain came from her anus. She was vainly trying to keep the wine enema locked inside her body. It was a losing battle. The harder he fucked her up the cunt, the more she wanted to let loose the stream of wine in her bowels.
She vaguely realized that holding so tightly to the wine was what made the fucking so superb. It was better than any fucking she had ever gotten before.
"Hurry, hurry and do it! I… aaaaaieeeeee!"
She came in a rush. She wasn't even aware of how she clamped down with her asshole in an attempt to keep the wine locked up inside her body. The orgasm ripped through her cunt, pressed the soft, yielding cunt walls into the man's cock until it was pulsing and dancing with lust.
He had to force down the rising tide of his own jism. If he had simply relaxed, he would have been fountaining out his come into her greedy cunt. But he wasn't finished. He wanted to fuck her more.
This tight and hot a cunt was a rarity and he wanted to enjoy it to the maximum before he came.
"K-keep fucking," she said weakly.
"Keep fucking what?" he demanded.
"Keep fucking my cunt, damn you. With your cock, with your pussy-pleasing cock!"
"Master! Say Master!"
"Fuck me, Master, fuck me, damnit!"
He drove in even faster in response to her words. They excited him to new levels. He was the one in command. She was the one in bondage. She was at his mercy, begging for his cock, trying vainly to please him.
She was the one who was securely tied to the brass bed, hand and foot, who had the wine enema she was trying to save for him.
And he was the one in full command now. He had only to ask and she would take it as an order. No longer was she able to withhold her cunt from him to force him to do something against his wishes.
She knew he would take what was rightfully his and without question. She would only suffer if she fought him. That was the way it was now. And they were both planning according to those rules.
He was fucking her with hard, deep strokes designed to push her over the edge of orgasm. The more he drove into her pussy, the more she responded.
Her clit was erect and throbbingly alive. She felt like it was pulling up and would explode at any second. As his crinkly bush brushed against it, she came.
The impact of another orgasm on her sensitively tuned body almost caused her to relax her feverishly tight grip on her anal sphincter. All through the ice and iron grip of the climax, she maintained her tight-assed hold on the wine enema.
That seemed more important to her than anything else. She couldn't anger him. Not now. Not when he was giving her so much enjoyment, so much cock, so much pure delight.
"Tighter!" he demanded. "Clutch my cock tighter with that cunt of yours. I know you can do it, slave. DO IT!"
She grunted as her belly muscles spasmed. The way she was bent double was plaguing her with all sorts of muscle cramps. The little enjoyment she got out of having her upper thighs pressing down into her boobs was erased by the pain of being twisted into such an unnatural shape. She didn't mind staying like this for a few minutes while he was fucking her. In no other position could she take his cock so far up into her gooey cunt. But to be tied in this pretzel shape was becoming unbearable.
She felt his cock swell and grow inside her impossibly tight cunt. She was able to feel the pulsating of the big blue vein on the top of his prick. Even the thick cockhead was expanding with added blood that hammered excitedly into his prick. The organ was growing as his lust mounted.
Then he came. The rush of his pearly hot come made her gasp and she almost lost control of her asshole. But she bit her lower lip and held on. That seemed more important than the flood of the man's seed into her greedily sucking cunt.
"So fuckin' tiiiiiight!" be groaned as he came.
His hips exploded in a frenzy of activity. He drove himself balls-deep into her pussy. There was no holding back. Not with his lust burning so fiercely in his loins. His balls demanded release. They got it.
When he'd finished filling her small cunt with his load, he leaned back on the bed, tucking his heels under his ass for support. He looked at the bound woman and smiled.
"So you managed to keep all the wine enema inside, eh? Good. Let me drain it out now."
She screamed as he cruelly rammed the tube back into her. And she screamed again when he leaned forward and pressed his hand down hard into her belly. But soon it was all drained from her guts.
She had never felt such relief in her entire life.
The feelings rippling through her now were nothing but pleasant ones. The fucking had left behind a warm glow. The thin trickle of the man's come out of her cunt-hole was familiar, welcome. And the emptiness of her bowels was such a relief she could have cried, cried with tears of joy.
She could forget the pain in her belly and arms and legs. It was somehow distant. And she knew that she would be able to regain control over the man.
He had been brutal to her, dominant in the extreme, but she knew that she could handle anything he dished out. She would end up calling the shots again. In this war, she would be the eventual winner.
She'd show him.
Then there was a stinging slap to her cheek. She opened surprised eyes to see the man grinning.
"Here, drink this."
He thrust the tube of the enema into her mouth and released the bag. She gagged on the wine and shit he forced into her. Suddenly it wasn't at all obvious to her she could ever slip free of the man's domination.
Ever.