The overhead light remained on as Honey waited naked in the cellar. She paced nervously around the table she had been tied to and listened for the sound of someone coming. The longer she waited, the more fearful she became that she had made the wrong choice to stay. What if Greg came back and decided to move her from the house to some place that John would not be able to find her?
Honey shivered and hugged her tits protectively. She felt her pussy still tingling from the stimulation of the dildo and Jan's mouth. She brushed her fingers over the wet hair covering her cunt. She felt funny touching herself there and feeling the slick juices smeared over her crotch. Her pussy lips were swollen and tender, yet the touch of her fingers seemed to calm her – like a child sucking its thumb.
She avoided looking at the sexual gadgets around the room. Finally she sat on the edge of the table, her fingers still toying with her pussy lips. John had told her he would come back when she had had time to find out enough about Greg's illegal activity that he could prosecute him in court. She didn't know if she had found out anything that would help John, but she knew she would not be able to stay with Greg any longer.
And then she heard the sound of the door opening. She looked up just as Greg stepped through the door and began descending the stairs. Quickly, Honey stood beside the table. His expression showed surprise that she was no longer tied, but he didn't say anything until he was close enough to touch her.
"How did you get loose?" He grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm until she was forced to press hex shoulders back against his chest and stand on tiptoe. His free hand cupped her breast and pinched her nipple painfully, twisting and pulling on it until she felt a shameful stirring of masochistic arousal.
"Don't please," she begged. "Don't hurt me. I'll tell you anything you want. Jan untied me." She felt his fingers continuing to torment and arouse her tit. The bulge of his crotch pressed against her ass and she felt his cock stirring to erection. He enjoyed hurting her.
"What did Jan tell you?" Greg turned her around and pushed her back against the table and wedged his body between her spread thighs. His pants felt rough grinding against her tender pussy. He held her wrists against the table. "Did she say anything about me or Jay?"
Honey was afraid to admit the truth. She tried to squirm away from him, but her action only caused him to press his crotch harder against her cunt. She felt herself becoming aroused as fear mingled with the stimulation against her pussy. "She untied me to have sex with me. All she said about you and Jay was she didn't want to be around you anymore. She said she was leaving for good and that I could go with her if I wanted."
"Why didn't you go?" He unzipped his pants and his cock flipped out in complete erection, his large knob pulsing with sadistic eagerness to penetrate her ravished pussy. "Do you love me too much to leave me?"
"I'm your wife." She couldn't bring herself to say she loved him even though she knew it would help relieve his suspicions. And then before she realized what she was saying, the truth gushed from her mouth. "But I don't want to be your wife anymore. It's not like I thought it would be when I married you. I want to leave."
Greg's eyes narrowed. "Jan did talk to you, didn't she?" He tightened his grip around her wrists. And when Honey still denied that Jan had told her anything else, he growled angrily. "What are you going to do if I don't let you leave?"
Honey tried again to pull away from him. "Let go of me. You can't keep me here against my will if I don't want you to." She tried to sound threatening but he didn't show any fear. If she didn't have any other information that would help John, at least she would be able to tell him she had demanded her freedom from Greg.
"There are things I can do to you to make you tell me what Jan told you about me and Jay." He smiled with sadistic eagerness as though he really wanted an excuse to torture her. Releasing her arm he stepped back and removed his clothes. Completely naked, he turned her around and tied her wrists behind her back. His cock pulsed against her ass.
When he turned her back around to face him, he slapped her breasts viciously. Honey cried out and stumbled back against the table. He grabbed her shoulder and slapped her tits again with his free hand. She felt the blows stinging and burning her heavy flesh in a humiliating mixture of pain and arousal. She begged him to stop, but he was only getting warmed up.
"Since you don't want to talk, I'm going to whip you with a riding crop until you change your mind." He selected a short black leather whip with two strands from the large collection on one wall. "This should teach you obedience." He struck her hot tits twice, letting the leather bite into her sensitive flesh with cruel abandon.
Honey felt her nipples stinging with fire as the leather kissed with savage force against her flesh.
She twisted away and immediately felt the whip lash against her buttocks. Blow after blow criss-crossed her ass until she felt like her cheeks were on fire. Yet the burning feeling spread through her flesh in arousal that made the pain seem secondary to the erotic sensations the whip produced.
"You like it, don't you?" Greg taunted. He continued whipping her flesh with carefully aimed blows that quickly covered her ass with red lines. The whip hissed through the air and cracked against her buttocks.
Honey stumbled and rolled away from him, lost her balance and fell to the floor. Greg did not wait for her to get up, but continued beating her with the whip even as she rolled on the cement floor. Pleading with him to stop was useless. Her words only enflamed him to whip harder. She felt her body writhing from the stinging lashes. He whipped harder and harder. The sound of the whip on her flesh echoed from the basement walls.
She felt her nerves surging with erotic energy as the whip found even her most tender spots. Greg left nothing untouched by the whip. It kissed against her pussy and inner thighs. When she tried to stand, he pushed her back to the floor with his foot and continued beating her. His cock wagged back and forth in iron-hard erection with each lash. She knew he was getting sadistic enjoyment out of her torture. And even if she did tell him everything Jan had told her about them, it wouldn't make any difference. He would still continue to whip her and she would be even worse off than before.
Honey gritted her teeth and tried to steel herself to endure however much torture he decided to give her. As more and more of her body was covered with streaks and welts, she prayed his punishment would soon stop. Yet even as she pleaded with him, she felt her deviate nature wanting it to continue. Her pussy dripped with hot juices. She felt shamed by her enormous capacity for endless arousal from torture and humiliation.
"I'm going to whip you until you tell me what I want to know or until you pass out," Greg threatened. He bent over and twisted her hair in his hand and whipped her ass with the riding crap as she twisted and rolled under him. "I know what she told you anyway," Greg said, continuing to beat her between words, "so you might as well admit it. She told you we weren't mated and that I planned to hide you in a place where no one would ever be able to find you and use you to entertain myself and my friends sexually, didn't she?"
Honey was shocked hearing it come from Greg's mouth. Even when Jan had told her she wasn't really married to Greg she had not believed her. And even now she found it hard to believe. She had been through the ceremony with a real Justice of the Peace. Hadn't she? The whip didn't give her time to think things through. She writhed and twisted under the constant torment. She felt her flesh pulsing with erotic pain and pleasure.
"I like seeing your skin marked by my whip," Greg said, his breath coming in gasps from the exercise of whipping her. Sweat dripped from his forehead, but he didn't stop. His cockhead throbbed and pulsed as though it would reach an orgasm at any moment just from the excitement of seeing her punished and tortured.
Still, Honey refused to say any more. Already she realized she had said too much for her own good. If Greg found out that John was going to come back and take her away, her last hope of escape would disappear. Writhing under the steady ram of sadistic lashes, Honey felt heir flesh surging with sensual passion as the whip cut into her skin. The leather kissed her body with eager bites. She moaned and rolled from side to side in a useless attempt to avoid his attack.
"I dig whipping you, baby," Greg said, letting go of her hair as he whipped her. The leather marked her ass cheeks. Crack! Another line crossed her tit. Over and over, the riding crop licked fire in sharp lashes over Honey's tortured body. The whip covered her in a web of painful arousal, leaving her marked with burning lines.
Honey was humiliated by her response to his savage treatment. Her body actually lusted for the punishment. She pressed her hands into the floor above her head and dug her heels into the cement, lifting her hips and arching her back as though offering her pussy and tits to his whip. She felt each lash with a masochistic satisfaction. The more punishment she received, the better she would be for John.
Finally Greg threw the whip aside and crawled on top of her, pinning her shoulders and spreading her thighs to expose her hot pussy to his huge erection. He pushed his swollen cockhead into her pussy slit. She felt her cunt gulping at his knob like a hungry mouth, obscenely trying to suck it completely inside her. She felt his hips tense and then the force of his body as he drove his cock to the hilt in her pussy with a single savage stroke.
Even with the lust and eagerness of her own arousal burning through her pussy, she was not prepared for the viciousness of his first thrust. She felt her breath forced from her lungs. Her pussy felt as though a mammoth club had been rammed inside her. His cock filled her like nothing she had ever felt before. She feared her pussy would be literally ripped apart by his cruel penetration. But as his hips began fucking his cock in and out, she felt the suction of his knob pulling and pushing at her insides with an erotic movement that made up for the initial cruelty.
"My cock feels good inside your hot pussy," Greg said. "I'm going to fuck you until it hurts to even close your legs. Ummm… your cunt will be in shreds before I'm through with it." He pumped his cock in her pussy like plunging a pipe. His erect cock pulsed with each thrust, fining and stretching her curt to the maximum.
Even though her body lusted for Greg to continue raping her flesh, she didn't like wanting it. "Stop," she begged. "Your cock is hurting me!" But her legs locked themselves around his hips and her heels pounded into his buttocks, encouraging him to drive his cock even deeper and more savagely into her pussy.
Greg became like a mad man, stabbing his cock into her cunt as hard as he could. His fingers twisted and pinched her nipples. His teeth bit and chewed her neck and cleavage. "I'm going to cum inside you," he said, increasing the speed of his cock fucking into her pussy. "I'm going to fill your cunt with cum. Ummmm… Ummmmmmm. Here it comes. Agggggh!" His cock thrust to the hilt and began gushing his hot semen into her pussy.
Honey felt his knob spitting and pulsing, stretching her cunt sleeve even tighter as his balls emptied themselves into her body. Load after load of viscous fluid filled her pussy until it oozed in thick gobs from her ravished slit and smeared down to her ass crack. He moved his hands to her butt and spread her cheeks so his thumbs could find her anus. Cruelly, he stabbed both thumbs into her ass.
She felt as though a second cock was raping her ass. His thumbs fucked in and out of her asshole, stretching her sphincter with sensual alternated strokes to his cock. The feeling of her ass and pussy being raped at the same time brought Honey to a state of erotic arousal that brought her immediately to an intense climax. She screamed and bit and clawed at his shoulders. "I'm cumming!" she cried. "Oh, I can't help it! I'm cumming! I'm cummmmmmming! Aggggh!"
Her orgasm gripped her and tossed her pussy shamelessly into his savage cock. The feeling of being impaled by his spitting cock added to the excitement rushing through her flesh like hot liquid. Her climax went on and on. Her pussy lips sucked as thirstily at his cock as he gobbled at her tits. And when they finally spent themselves, they lay exhausted in a perspiring tangle of limbs.
Finally, Greg pushed himself to his knees. He wiped his cock and dried it on Honey's thighs. He milked his cock for a final drop of cum and wiped that off on her thighs as well. He stood up. "You realize," he said, "that this is only the beginning. I'm not ever going to let you go. I'm going to take you some place where no one will ever be able to find you. I'm going to fuck your brains out."
The door opened at the top of the stain. Honey looked up to see Jay step onto the landing. Mother, man with a slightly familiar look followed Jay down the steps. As the man moved closer, Honey gasped in horror. He was the Justice of the Peace who had performed her marriage ceremony, dressed in faded jeans and a torn sweat shirt, he certainly did not look like a Justice of the Peace now.