"You don't want to release her just when her punishment has begun."
Debby's heart almost stopped. The deep, husky voice seemed to echo and boom around the room. It was as if the words had been spoken from inside some deep, dark well.
Tony was on the stool in front of the stocks where he and Debby had been talking. Debby was pleading with her husband that he should release her, now that his fun was finished. His face turned up, his eyes searching for the person who had spoken, and Debby saw his eyes narrow as he glanced over to the door.
"Who are you?" her husband asked, his face filled with almost awe.
"Joachim Marlowe, of course," the voice answered, moving closer into the room.
Debby still couldn't see the man who seemed to be having such an affect on her husband.
"But you're dead!" Tony exclaimed. "Rumors that are greatly exaggerated," Marlowe told them. "Something I must own up to myself. You see, my young friend, a few years ago there was some trouble about a missing girl in town, and I thought it might be a convenient time to be out of town. An announcement that I had died assured me of the privacy I wanted when I came home several months later. One can only suffer the fools for so long before they become tiresome."
Marlowe laughed heartily.
"But, now, I can see one of your problems," Joachim continued. "How do you let this woman out of the stocks without losing control? I can assure you that it is easily done. Here, let me show you how."
Debby twisted frantically, but futilely, in the torture device. Just when she had almost talked Tony into letting her free, some dead man from the past had turned up and treated the whole thing like it was some normal occurrence.
Marlowe was behind her, and her naked ass was still thrust out. She knew that her pussy and asshole still gaped from the fucking they had received. She had never wanted even Tony to be able to see her in such a situation, and here was another man able to feast his eyes.
"Tony, please!" she begged.
What seemed like a dark cloud hovered at the cabinet where her husband had found the dildo. Then, black robes rustled, and Joachim Marlowe was coming across the room toward her with a handful of metal and chains.
Her feet were lifted one by one, and heavy clasps were locked to each of Debby's ankles. She tried to kick out of the heavy devices, and found that a connecting chain limited the movement of her legs.
The bolt lock on the stocks was lifted, and the cross-beam moved, so that one of her hands could be pulled out. Her arm was pulled behind her and a heavy, iron bracelet locked into place. Then her other arm was twisted back to join the other, handcuffed tightly to her back. She felt one more chain being fed through the links of the handcuffs, then wrapped around the chains of her ankles.
Frightening pressure grew in her legs and lower back as the chain was pulled tight and locked into place. The cross-beam was lifted to free her neck, aid Debby tumbled heavily to the floor.
"There!" Marlowe's deep, satisfied voice boomed over her twisted young body. "She's bound like a branded cow."
The skin of her abdomen pulled tightly across Debby's muscles, and even her tits seemed to be tugged out of place. The chain linking the handcuffs with the chain on her ankles was pulled so severely that it arched her back. Her fingers almost touched her heels.
Finally, she could see the man who had joined her and Tony. His face seemed ravaged by sin, his hair and brows coal black and seemingly only partially controlled. His face was like ruddy granite, crudely hewn and containing the blackest eyes she had ever seen. Those eyes burned like a kind of obsidian fire as they looked down at the young girl.
Joachim was dressed in a long, black robe that left only his face, neck and hands exposed – a storm cloud that had blown into the terrified Debby's life. And her husband was standing there, like stone, staring in awe at the evil, old man.
"Tony, let me go!" she cried, her eyes never leaving Marlowe's craggy face. "We have to tell the town that this man is still alive."
A ragged smile, as if carved by a knife, turned up the ends of Marlowe's mouth. "Already trying to cause trouble, isn't she, son? Do you put up with this all the time?"
"Yes," Tony managed, his voice a croak, almost like that of a frog.
"I thought you might," Joachim Marlowe sighed, his voice filled with contrived concern. "I was watching you through one of the small windows from a room above, and couldn't help but notice that she wouldn't even suck your cock. What kind of unappreciative woman would actually bite when her husband was making her the magnificent gift of his prick?"
"You're crazy!" Debby exclaimed, staring in fright at the old man.
"No," he whispered, leaning closer. "You are. Men like me have known for centuries that young damsels grow bewildered and confused without the stern hand of a man. Your young man has suffered immensely, and I'm going to instruct him in putting you onto the narrow, obedient path."
"I'll tell!" Debby threatened, knowing that her frightened voice made the vow sound hollow. "I'll tell the police – the whole town – that you're still alive!"
"You seem to be at a disadvantage to do anything!" The evil man grinned, his obsidian eyes burning with new fire. "And perhaps by the time we're finished, you just may have changed your mind."
The thing that terrorized Debby the most was the reaction of her husband. Tony just stood there as if enraptured, while the old demon Marlowe threatened her with torture and pain. It was as if Tony were struggling within himself for the strength to keep Debby tightly bound, and the old man had come and taken that problem away.
The last strap was finally in place. At one end of a short table was a set of rollers. They worked much like the wringers of old washing machines that Debby had occasionally seen in the movies.
Her head hung over the end of the short platform, and the tips of her hair were cranked into the rollers. Because her hair was so short, only an inch of it was threaded through the rollers by the time her head was pulled down and back.
A button was pushed. The small table hummed and lowered several inches before bumping to a stop. The naked Tony, urged by Joachim, stepped up to her face.
"Her mouth and her throat are lined perfectly straight," the old man said, his voice seeming to rise a pitch as his excitement grew. Still, he was the teacher, and Tony the eager student. "But so headstrong a young woman might still think she can bite. Let me show you a trick or two that I learned long ago."
Joachim moved up close to Debby's head. Her frightened blue eyes watched as his fingertips curled to touch his thumb. The circle that they formed descended just past her chin. His curled fingers flipped sharply from the confining thumb and rapped against the hardness of her stretched throat.
She tried to scream, but it was as if he had completely paralyzed her throat and cut off her ability to breathe. Debby gagged, trying at least to swallow, as if to will the muscles of her neck to move. She was strangling to death and there wasn't even anything in her throat.
Joachim's rough fingers skimmed up and down the front of her neck. Suddenly, she gulped painfully, then sucked a ragged breath into her chest. It came out in an agonizing whimper, and her eyes bulged up at the evil, old man.
"You see how easy it is," Marlowe whispered to the attentive Tony. "If you have your defiant young woman in the right position, you can control every one of her breaths. Now take this, and you will see what a little discipline will do. Just her tits at first, my boy. Concentrate on those mounds of succulent young flesh."
Tony stepped closer, his half-hardened cock running along Debby's face. Since her head was held back and down off the table, Tony's cockhead stabbed her first in the eye, then ran down her nose and across her chin. His hairy balls pressed against her forehead, and she had to suppress a shudder. She couldn't twist her face away as she wanted, but at least she could keep her mouth closed.
A stinging blow whacked down across her tit. "Nooo!" she screamed and her eyes flew open.
Staring up past Tony's bulging shaft of cockflesh, she could see a short, black riding crop in Tony's hand. The crop raised in front of her body to twitch high in the air. It slashed down again. A trail of fire erupted diagonally across her left tit.
Debby's mouth flew open in shock. Noticing it, Tony started dragging his cock-head up to her gaping lips.
"Not yet!" Joachim hissed. "She kept calling you filthy. Make her ask for your cock before you let her suck it. Make her beg for the privilege of having her face fucked by your prick!"
The whip whacked Debby's tits again. The blow caught her nipple solidly under the slashing bite of the thin, narrow crop. Debby felt like her nipple was being ripped from her chest.
The riding crop whistled through the air, slashing down onto her body. When it hit, the smack was like the loud snapping of fingers as the evil crop brutalized her tits. Debby had smarted under the spanking of her ass, but that was only a little pain in comparison. If the earlier slaps had been a gentle summer rain, what foil upon her now was a vicious electrical storm. Lightning bolts of flashing pain ripped through her body, and her chest felt as if it had been ravaged by a tornado.
"Let me have your cock!" she moaned deeply between blows. Debby was anything but enthusiastic, but knew she must do it to stop some of the pain. "I'll suck it!"
Debby screamed as another blow almost ripped her tortured, left tit clear from her chest.
"That's not good enough," she heard Joachim hiss, urging Tony to continue the thrashing. "Make her really beg by hitting her down here."
Her tits were almost used to the pain, criss crossed with angry red lines. Not an inch of her tits had been left untouched by the biting kiss of the whip. The riding crop whistled down once more, but it was not her nipples that it was aiming for. Instead, the thin, leather-covered strip slapped into her gaping pussy-gash.
"Aeeeiiiii!" Debby screamed as new agony exploded.
Nowhere on her body was as tender as her young pussy, and the whip had found its mark. The tiny nub of the head of her clit was caught directly in its path, and her delicate, little inner pussy-lips began to swell. The pain was too much for her to comprehend, and Debby wanted only for it to stop.
Tony's now-hard cock rubbing around on her face was Debby's only avenue of escape. She opened her mouth wide and tried to capture his cock-head as it slid by. She had missed, and another blow exploded new agony into the crease of her cunt.
"Give it to me!" Debby screamed almost insanely. "Fuck my face with your cock! Ram that Goddamn cock all the way into my throat!"
His cock paused at the corner of her mouth, as if Tony were considering whether to allow her to have his fuck-pole or not. One more blow hissed down onto her tortured pussy-flesh, and Debby jerked her face toward the hard cock that would save her from terrifying pain. Her hair pulled in the wringers as she tried to reach Tony's cock-head, and some of the strands pulled from the pores of her scalp.
Nothing was going to deny her the chance to suck cock if it would stop the riding crop from thrashing into her aching cunt. With the tearing of her hair, Debby created just enough room to slip Tony's throbbing cock into the side of her mouth. Her mouth tried to close over his prick, but the angle was all wrong, and the balm for her pussy slid out of her lips.
"Your cock!" she cried, bitter in frustration. "Ram your cunt-fucking, corn-holing prick into my mouth!"
The next slap of the whip into her juicy pussy was a weak one, barely igniting the tired sex nerves that were almost exhausted from screaming out their pain. Tony's feet shuffled on the bare, stone floor and his long fuck-pole lined up with her tonsils. Debby's tongue and lips yearned for his prick, trying to suction it deeply within her oral grasp. Finally, Tony nudged forward and let his cock-head drift onto her tongue.
Because Debby's face was positioned upside down, it was her tongue that felt the ridge of his cock-head slowly moving into her mouth. What she had seen before as a threat, now came as a blessing. Tony's thick fuck-shaft filling her mouth was taking away the pain from her tits and cunt. The riding crop had been like a branding iron on her sensitive flesh, and only a good face-fucking would make that part of her torture stop.
"Ram it into her!" the crazed Marlowe urged. "Fuck her mouth just like it was another cunt!"
Tony lunged, driving his swollen cock-head clear to the back of her mouth. Debby's lips stretched around his prick, giving it a tight ring through which to fuck. If he wanted her face to be another cunt-hole, that's what she would give him, if it would only still the whip.
"Oh, shit!" Tony groaned as he slowly pistoned his cock into her face. "I don't know which fuck is better, her asshole or her mouth."
"Wait until you get it into her throat!" The old man chuckled evilly. "That's when the real tightness begins."
It was like fucking a tight, little sheath of moist, hot flesh. Debby kept her lips closed around the girth of his cock, and her tongue lifted enough to lick along his cock-shaft with each stroke. She wasn't having to really suck cock. In that position, Tony could stand there and thrust with his hips, fucking firmly into her face. As long as she could keep the oral pressure on his cock, her mouth could function as a second pussy located in her face.
Tony's heavy cock jammed clear to the opening of her throat. His prick slammed like a battering ram, determined to break through. The roof of Debby's mouth was scraped by the bottom of his cock-head, and each time his thundering prick lodged deep inside, it levered down the back of her tongue.
"Now!" the panting Joachim instructed, his voice evil and malicious. "Her throat is lined up with her mouth and is waiting to be fucked. Ram that throbbing prick of yours clear down into her neck!"
"Mmmphh!" Debby tried to protest, but his thick knob of cock-head cut off her words.
Frantically, she breathed through her nose since the passage of her mouth was closed off. Soon she would be tasting blood, she thought wildly, for there was no way to swallow his bulky cock. Even her asshole had been better prepared by having two fingers loosen it up.
Pressure grew at the back of Debby's mouth. Tony's hands wrapped into the short hair on the side of her head to brace himself. He pulled, strands of hair tearing at the back of her skull, but forcing her face to take more of his prick.
It wasn't going to go, she thought frantically. No matter how much Tony pushed, her throat just wouldn't give. Air whistled loudly through her nose as she fought for additional breath. Then, just as her asshole had done, the tiny ring in her throat slowly began to give way. The front third of Tony's cock-head compressed and forced itself into the grip of her throat. And still the pressure grew. Air became harder to suck in. With a suddenness that surprised both Debby and Tony, his bulging cock-head popped in. Just as if she had tried to swallow it, his cock glided in on her spit. Debby thrashed against the leather straps that bound her to the top of the table, trying desperately to get free. She felt as if she had swallowed a whole orange. Her throat was screaming for his cock to be spit out.
The splitting pain rivaled that of the torturing penetration of her ass. Debby tried to scream out her agony, but her throat was plugged up. Frothy bubbles of saliva worked up the channel of her nose and interfered with her jerky breathing.
"All the way!" Joachim hissed, leaning over the end of the table to where his eyes watched Debby's neck intently. "Shove that mighty cock-head all the way into her chest!"
Tony leaned into the face of his captive wife, putting all of his weight on the point of his prick where it penetrated into her throat. Three inches of his large fuck-shaft moved tightly inward as his cock-head bored its way farther. Every bit of Debby's breath was shut off and there was a loud ringing in her ears. The pain was unbelievable as her narrow throat passage was forced apart.
"I can see it!" Joachim laughed like a demented hyena. "The muscles of her neck are being forced all out of shape. More! More!"
Mother inch of Tony's cock-meat wedged into her tight stricture. Suddenly, his entire cock shoved in. Every inch of his long, thick fuck pole disappeared beyond Debby's stretched lips. Her gaping mouth pound against his hefty cock-shaft until her lips were lodged into the kinky, black cock-hair of his abdomen. Tony's balls slapped her in the forehead, and she was afraid that she would pass out.
"Fuck her!" Joachim hissed.
Tony's hefty cock-pole began to retreat. His cock slid out until only his cock-head was still buried in her tightness, then Tony tucked it back in. Gone now was his control, and with it went any slowness of approach. His prick ached so much from the intense tightness that he wanted to scream from this new-found pleasure.
"I'm fucking my Goddamn wife's throat!" Tony howled, throwing back his head and ramming his fucker all the way in. "I've got so much cock buried down her neck that it makes me want to cum!"
Debby's mind and body fought for needed breath. Only ekes of air were able to get to her screaming lungs each time his cock-head almost pulled out from her throat. It was enough air to barely keep her conscious during Tony's lusty fucking of her throat. Her whole body was wild with its thrashing, but the wringers and hands holding her hair kept her mouth from moving out of line. Her husband would pound his long cock straight into her throat until he finally came.
Debby's throat was like a vise gripping Tony's cock. Her shitter had been loose behind her assring, but, in her throat, the pressure never stopped. Every inch of his prick-meat lodged in her neck was being squeezed.
"I'm going to cum!" Tony groaned, lodging his fuck-pole down her throat and short stroking it furiously in the pressure. His balls had jammed up against the lower part of his body, and his cock-head and cock-shaft were swelling with their intense pressure. The bottom of his spine felt like white fire, and the burning began moving his balls. At the same time, a wave rushed up from his balls and gripped the bottom of his guts.
"I'm cumming!" he shouted, completely consumed by the intensity of the explosion that was about to blast out of his cock.
The base of his long cock-shaft bulged even more. There was a pulse clear down the length of his prick. White, sticky lava bursted from his raging volcano cock, and bathed Debby's throat in hot, male cum. The intensity of his spurts kept pawing until his cum was rocketing almost down to her stomach.
Debby's jaws ached. Her stomach burned. Her throat was in pain from trying to contain Tony's massive, throbbing prick. White flames of agony danced around in her mind. She could feel his thick wads of jism splash into her throat, greasing it with almost a half-cup of his sticky cum.
The little air that Debby had managed to suck kept her conscious until Tony's softening cockhead popped from her throat. A cool rush of air blew in over the inside of her throat where his prick had almost scraped it raw.
But there was no relief. As she struggled to stay conscious, Debby could hear Joachim whisper next to her ear.
"Now that the throat-fucking's done, we can get on with the real fun. This is where the torture begins."