"I want a picture," Tony Rollins said, as his hand left the light switch and he walked over to the old wooden stocks.
"Then take it!" his wife, Debby, urged, her voice little more than a whisper.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around her tits to try to hold out the chill her wispy halter top couldn't prevent. Even her ass was cold. The tight little short-shorts, as yellow as her hair, didn't help much. They were so snug that they showed the crack of her ass, and the crease of her cunt. Even though it was a summer evening, the dank old dungeon in northern New England felt like winter was coming on.
"That's not what I mean," Tony said stubbornly, turning back to stare at Debby.
God, he looks like a nerd, Debby thought. Standing there with a camera dangling from his neck down to his chest. His dark, brown hair looked washed-out in the yellowed light the old bulbs along the wall gave out, and the rough features of his face were shadowed.
"You really don't mean for me to get into that thing, do you?" Debby asked incredulously. "I wouldn't do that in a million years!"
"Don't be such a bore," he chided her. "This is the most exciting thing that's happened in five years of marriage."
"Well, it's not all my fault!" Debby spat, a tinge of anger suddenly coloring her fear. "I can't help it if I don't like all those lewd things you want to do."
"Just think what your friends on the beach would say about the picture," he urged her. "Everyone would get so excited that they would listen to you for days. You could tell them all about this spooky old mansion in Maine with a torture chamber, and have the pictures to back up what you say."
Debby pouted, but thought about what Tony had said. This whole trip, returning to Tony's old hometown now that his parents were dead, had been a real bummer from the start. Rain, rain and more rain, and even the few friends of Tony's that were still around had treated her like a foreigner. How she had ever thought Tony's New England accent and mannerisms had been cute five years ago when she had married him, she couldn't understand now. Just give her sunny Southern California and about three weeks on the beach.
But what Tony had said had something going for it. Her bikini-clad friends – both boys and girls – were the world's greatest bull shitters, and nobody believed a word of what anybody said. But with the pictures, they would have to accept what she said. And as kinky as they pretended to be, it should be something that really turned them on.
Debby moved closer to the old device. It looked like a short, heavy wooden wall with three holes in it, two for the hands and one for the neck. A solid beam across its top was hinged, with a bolt lock on the other end. Once someone was locked into that, there would be no way they could get out.
"Tony," she said uncertainly. "I don't like this place. Somebody might come."
"Old Man Marlowe's been dead for three years – you heard Bill tell me that yesterday," Tony sighed. "And his family hasn't been around at all. They just pay the taxes to keep the government from taking it over. I heard spooky tales about this place when I was a kid, and this is the first time I've ever gotten to look about. We might as well have some fun while we're at it."
"But it's not dusty, Tony," Debby complained.
"It's been closed. Maybe the basement down here is real tight. I don't know."
"If I let you take the pictures, can we leave then?" Debby asked.
"Just a couple from in front, then some from the side," he assured her. "Just enough that you'll have proof for your beach friends that you really did find an old dungeon."
Debby glanced once more around the enormous room. It was like a scene out of a late night horror movie, and she wouldn't have been a bit surprised to see Vincent Price walk in. Every torture device that Debby had ever noticed in those eerie old flicks was somewhere about, in addition to a lot she didn't recognize. Just the sight of them sent chills down her near naked back, and Tony wanted her to play the tortured maid.
But he was right about her needing the pictures to convince her friends. And only for that reason was she willing.
"Okay," she finally relented. "But just long enough for you to take those photographs. And then little Debby is going to get her ass out of here before the vampire bats show up."
Tony grunted, and finally managed to push the cross-beam up and out of the way. Hesitantly, Debby dropped to her bare knees and crept forward until her neck was in place.
"The hands," Tony urged her. "If you don't put your hands in, it won't look real."
Debby wished she didn't agree. She never liked to be pinned down, and that was part of the problems with sex. A heaving man leaning on her had never seemed much fun, and that was why she insisted on being on top. That way she could fuck Tony and still keep control. She always knew exactly where his cock was, and she could keep his prick away from her asshole and mouth. She couldn't understand why he would want something so lewd, and she wasn't about to find out. Just being fucked by her little pussy should be enough for any man.
The heavy cross-beam thunked down and she heard the bolt slip into the lock. When she protested, Tony assured her that it was only so the pictures could look real.
"Well, hurry up," Debby complained. "This thing is damned uncomfortable."
"It's supposed to be," he laughed, scooting back several feet so he could look down at his captured wife.
Blonde bangs fell down onto her forehead, and sea-blue eyes stared up at him. Her features were delicate, but deeply tanned, giving her the look of a true California girl. Trapped there in the stocks, she didn't look a day over seventeen.
"Take the pictures, dammit!" she hissed when she saw Tony hesitate.
He was standing there like a statue. Even his dark, brown eyes, seeming black in the dimness, seemed cut out of stone.
"Tony!" she squealed. "Hurry up! This thing is killing my neck and my back."
A flashbulb exploded. He had the camera to his face. Debby sighed in relief that he lied finally begun. For a second, he had looked almost evil, as if he could leave her in there.
Another flash of light, then he moved over to the side. She couldn't see him now, but the popping flashbulbs told her that he was still nearby. Then, for several seconds, there was no sound or flashing lights.
"That's enough, Tony," Debby said, squirming in the grasp of the devilish torture device.
"It doesn't look right, yet," her husband answered in a strange voice. "It's the clothes that make it all wrong. A woman should be naked in the stocks."
"Dammit, Tony!" she screamed as she felt his hands on her back. "You leave my clothes alone. Get me out of this thing right now or I won't screw you for a year!"
The knot of her halter top released and the cloth swung down to dangle from the tie at the back of her neck. Her pert, young tits flopped free, their nipples pointing directly down at the cold stone. Then Tony's fingers were at the other knot, and it, too, gave way. The halter top dropped to the floor. All Debby wore now was the cunt-gripping shorts and a pair of loafers on her feet.
"This isn't funny!" she hissed at her husband as she felt the zipper of her shorts give way.
Her knees were kicked out from under her and her legs pulled straight. Her weight went onto her hands and her neck, and Debby could feel herself begin to choke. Her hands twisted to try to take off some of the pressure, and a splinter from the old wood drove into one of her wrists.
The tight, yellow shorts were stripped from her ass, but they caught at her knees. Again, Tony's heavy shoe kicked her legs straight. Quickly, the last of her clothing was pulled away, ripping off the loafers as they went.
"Dammit, Tony!" she screamed. "I didn't tell you that you could do that!"
"Just making it look real," he said, his voice now so strange that she hardly recognized it.
"It's not real," she almost whined. "Just take one more picture from the side with me naked, then get me out of this thing!"
He stepped away, then a flash of light came again.
Debby sighed with relief. Now he would free her and she could go. She planned on running away from the mansion so fast that she didn't know whether she'd even stop and put on her clothes.
But Tony didn't come. Instead of releasing the bolt lock, he had shuffled farther around. He was standing a couple of yards away from her naked, upthrust ass.
"Gawd!" she muttered.
He had seen her pussy enough times. Occasionally, she had even let him eat her pussy to keep from having to suck his cock. It was a cute, pink little cunt, surrounded only by the faintest wisp of golden fluff. Debby's pussy had never been a shaggy one and, from a distance, the hair was so pale that it seemed to disappear.
A light flashed.
"Goddamn it, Tony!" she bellowed. "Stop taking pictures of my cunt! I won't be able to show anything like that to my friends!"
"Maybe these are for me," Tony growled. That made Debby so angry that she snapped her legs closed. On her knees, she could bear down and close her pussy. Just let him get a picture then, she thought.
A hot pain flashed across her ass. Tony had hit her with the palm of his hand.
"Ouch!" she yelped, almost not believing that it had happened. Never had he laid a hand on her in a way to cause her any pain.
"Open those Goddamn legs!" he snarled, and slapped her ass-cheeks again. "I'm going to take some pictures of your cunt and asshole if I have to spank you for an hour to get them to show."
Debby gulped. Tony sounded like a madman. And there was absolutely nothing she could do. Until he released the bolt of the lock, she was stuck in the ridiculous set of stocks. Another slap told her that Tony was serious, and now her ass-cheeks burned from the blows. Hating herself for doing it, she spread her knees and jutted out her ass. Let him get his Goddamn pictures, because as soon as she was free she was going to grab the exposed film.
It was degrading. Her lips pulled into an ugly frown and, when the lights started flashing, she tightly closed her eyes. He was back there, somewhere, peering through his camera right at the brown rosebud of her ass.
Debby's pussy blossomed open like a flower, her outer cunt-lips parting to reveal tender inner ones. And right between was her cunt-hole, partially closed by the folds of skin. Her body was deeply tanned from the Southern California sun, except for bikini marks of pale flesh. Only the bottom part of her tits were still white, showing how much of her tits the bikini left bare. On her back, the tan flowed almost onto her ass-cheeks, exposing the beginning of the crack of her ass. From there, the darkness sliced across her ass-cheeks to a slim band of white that flowed onto her cunt. If she had had a hairy pussy, some of her cunt-hair would have shown above the bikini line on her abdomen.
"You go almost naked on that fucking beach," Tony hissed at his young wife.
Debby would hardly let Tony get a good look at her pussy when they were alone, and she was almost completely exposed to her friends on the sand. More of her tits were tanned than were white, and any sunbather could ogle her flesh. It made him angry, as he stared down at her naked ass and gaping cunt.
"Tony, let me out!" she begged, worried about the tone of his voice.
She knew that she constantly flirted with her beach friends, and the bikini advertised her wares. But never had she let any of them fuck her, even though a couple of them had gotten their hands into her pants.
"You're out there flaunting your tits and large hunks of your ass, and you won't even give your husband a blowjob. You freak out when I say something about corn-holing your ass. Maybe you're saving your shit-hole for the beach bums – you're certainly showing them everything else!"
Now it was fear that held her, not worry. What did he think had been happening there on the beach? Just the innocent finger-fucking and – well, a little cunt-licking with that sexy young girl whose hard body had turned Debby on. But nothing more than that. Not much more, anyway.
His palm slapped her still-stinging ass-cheeks, igniting new fires in Debby's tortured flesh. Again and again, Tony's open-handed blows landed until tears ran down her cheeks.
"What have you been doing out there?" he screamed, and slapped her ass again. "Tell me, or I'll beat the shit out of you right here in the stocks!"
"Nooo!" she wailed in pain.
But again, the ass-smacking blows landed. She would have to tell him, just to make him stop.
"Nobody else has fucked me!" she cried, tears staining her cheeks. "A couple have fingerfucked me, but I never let them go any further."
"That's not all!" he demanded, whipping her ass again.
"I licked Angela's pussy, the little girl from Newport Beach." Debby twisted in the stocks, trying to get away from the blows, but all she managed was to hurt her hands again. "I only did it two times, Tony. I'll never do it again!"
"The boys!" Tony shouted. "What have you done with the boys?"
"Noth…" Again the pain erupted across the cheeks of her ass. "I jacked one of them off so he wouldn't try to fuck me. And once I had to suck one of them off so he wouldn't jam his cock in my cunt."
"You bitch!" Tony snarled, lashing her hips again with his hand. "You ain't never sucked my cock, and now you tell me you've gobbled some other guy's cum!"
Hands grappled at her burning ass as her his hand fell to his knees. His legs shoved hers apart and she heard his belt and his zipper go. A hard, thick shaft of fuck-meat slammed into the slit of her cunt. His cock-head nosed roughly around her cunt. With one mighty shove, her husband slammed almost eight inches of thick cock into Debby's cunt-hole.
"No!" she shrieked. "My pussy is dry. You can't fuck me now!"
"I'll fuck you right now if I want to!" Tony growled. "And there ain't a Goddamn thing you can do about it with your head and your hands in the stocks. At least I won't be fucking sand into your cunt like your beach bums must do!"
"No, Tony!" she cried, feeling her pussy-hole stretch from dryness.
It felt as if her pussy would tear. Tony's cock was big enough to hurt her if her cunt wasn't juicily prepared, and he had given her cunt no stimulation. Her pussy was as parched as an abandoned oil well, and there was nothing she could do but scream.
"Shut up!" Tony snarled, and smacked a palm to her ass.
His cock-strokes were beginning, even though the friction from the dryness was intense. Inside her cunt, Debby could feel his massive cock pull back, then slam home again. After a few more solid thrusts, her cunt finally began to react. Enough pussy-juice had formed to give some slickness to her cunt-hole. She still felt so tight that her cunt-walls were aching, but at least his cock was no longer puffing at her tender skin.
"Not so hard!" she squawked, when Tony's massive cock-head drove painfully into the back of her pussy-hole.
His cock had slammed hard against the tiny opening of her womb. It felt as if she was being hammered instead of fucked, and his cock kept beating her, again and again.
"It's too hard!" she wailed. "You're killing my pussy! Do it slower so it won't hurt!"
"Not a fucking chance!" he told her, and fucked again into the back of her cunt-hole. "I'm tired of baby fucks! This time you're going to get the hard cock of a real man."
It was the mat brutal fucking Debby had ever endured. Always on top before, Debby could dictate the strength of the cock-strokes. She could be as gentle as she wished, and could put the pressure only where she wanted it to be. But now, with her head and arms locked tightly in the torture device, there was nothing she could do but allow Tony to rape her cunt-hole. Each cock-stroke was like a piston driving into her, and with each thrust, his balls slapped at her clit.
He was fucking her like a demon, causing her pain when it wasn't necessary at all. It was as if he were deeply angry at her, and she didn't deserve that at all. There was only a little cunt licking, and just one time at sucking a cock. And it really wasn't her fault – the boy had wanted to fuck her. The cock-sucking had kept him from fucking her.
"Fucking Goddamn bitch wife!" Tony cursed. "Sucking somebody else's cock, but acting like mine's too dirty to take into your mouth. We'll see about that after I get through fucking your cunt-hole. Since you like pussyjuice so much that you go around licking cunts, I'll let you eat some of your own."
Debby gasped. He was going to try to fuck her in the face! And his cock would be covered with her pussy-juices and part of his sticky cum. She gritted her teeth. There was no way she was going to let him do that. He could just spank her ass as much as he wanted to – she wasn't about to suck on his slimy cock.
"You're getting wet!" he panted as his strokes grew longer and more frantic. "You like hard cock pounding your pussy. It's the best fuck you ever got!"
"No!" Debby grunted, the slamming thrust knocking her shoulders painfully into the wood. "It hurts! You're fucking me too hard. You're killing my cunt!"
"Shut up, bitch!" he snarled. "I'm getting ready to come!"
Debby could feel his massive cock swelling inside her cunt, and she knew that his sticky jism would be blasting her cunt-hole soon. She squeezed down as hard as she could with her cunt-muscles to try to speed it along.
Tony roared behind her, then Debby felt the first hot splash deep in her cunt-hole. Tony's chest fell over her back, and he reached around to squeeze her tits. His hands were rough, almost bruising, and she cried out at the new pain. Cum splattered into her cunt again. His jism poured into her pussy, filling her cock stuffed cunt until it spilled out and ran down her thighs.