For a moment, no one said anything. They were stunned by what they had just seen, and their silence was proof of that fact. Maggie's eyes were narrowed to slits, and she had a grim look on her face.
Dashiell laughed softly. "That was quite a performance," he muttered. "You should be proud, E.G.!"
The big man glared at his younger son. "You proved nothing," he hissed. "She goaded him into it, he didn't really want to do it, he's just as weak as ever! I will have to show you what a disciplinarian is!"
He turned to his wife and snapped his fingers. "Get over here, woman," he snarled. "These, young punks know nothing of discipline, nothing of punishment! We shall show them what it truly means."
Meekly, his wife got up from the table and joined him. She was wearing a long, flowing dress, that gathered about her still firm and uplifted breasts, enticingly. The big man's smile grew thin and tight on his lips as she reached the place where he was standing.
He reached out and pulled the front of the dress down, harshly, baring her chest to the rest of them. "Are you my willing bitch?" he hissed at her, gripping a breast in each o. his massive hands. "Do you take your orders from me?"
Laurel Talbot moaned in pain as she felt his massive hands crushing her tender spheres, the embarrassment flushing her cheeks to a rosy pink. She nodded, submissively, and whispered her response in a trembling voice.
"Yes, of course, E.G.," she groaned. "I am yours to command, you know that!"
"And what happens to you when you defy me as you have, bitch," he hissed.
"I am punished, as I should be," she gasped. He was pinching her nipples now, squeezing the delicate buds between this thick thumbs and forefingers.
"You seem to forget so soon after I discipline you, don't you, scum?" he chuckled softly. He was pinching her nipples brutally, now, and the color was rapidly draining from her cheeks.
"Ohh, God, E.G., that hurts, hurts so badly," she moaned, shuddering with the, stinging pain she was experiencing. "I know I need to be punished darling, but please, stop that, please!"
"Silence, you worthless pig," he hissed, cracking her hard across the mouth with the back of one hand. "How dare you speak to me that way?"
The force of the blow threw the woman against the table and she sobbed as her spine cracked hard on the wooden structure. He advanced on her then, slapping her viciously, each blow driving her near to the edge or the table.
He doubled his fist, then, and punched her hard in the temple, knocking her off her feet. She fell to the stone floor beneath his feet and moaned as she tried to raise herself up again.
"My shoe is filthy, bitch," he growled. "Clean it off with your tongue!"
Laurel gagged as she ran the pink dart over the toe of his shoe, licking the dirt from it hesitantly. The bitter taste of the foul crusted earth was heavy on her tongue and she choked as she tried to swallow.
He grinned at the rest of them, as his wife continued to clean his shoe. "See how she obeys," he laughed thickly. "Even when she knows she must be punished, she still will do exactly as I command!"
Laurel moaned as she finished cleaning the shoe. Her mouth was black with the dirt that had been there, and she sobbed quietly as he reached down and took hold of her hair. He pulled her to her feet with a cruel yank on her mane, and she gasped in pain, rising to her feet once more.
"Now, bitch, for the second part of your punishment," he hissed at her. "Strip off that dress, pig, I want to be able to reach your flesh with my instrument of discipline, pig!"
Moaning loudly, now, the woman trembled with fear as she pushed the flowing dress down over her hips. She was wear a frilly pair of panties and she sobbed with obvious shame, as she forced these too, dawn to her feet.
Her husband glanced at her coldly. "You're going to pay, pig," he hissed at her cruelly, now. "And I have just the tool, I need to gather the correct punishment from your flesh!"
There was a long, silver strand of metal resting in a small urn beside the table. The handle was wooden and the silver strand was now a glowing red from laying across a bed of, coals. He picked up the peculiar whip and whisked it through the air.
It made a harsh, high-pitched whistle as he slashed it back and forth, and his wife trembled visibly as he showed the evil, glowing tool to her. "It's been a long times since I had to use the silver whip, hasn't it, scum?" he growled at her.
"Ohh, God, I know, I know I need to be disciplined, E.G.," she sobbed, blinking to keep the tear of fear from running down her cheeks. "But… but must you use that, to punish me?"
He laughed viciously, nodding his head, wildly. "Of course, you little fool," he snarled, brandishing the gleaming whip now, in front of her. "You need to be discipline severely, pig, it is the only way to be sure you have been punished enough!"
She moaned as he approached her with the weapon, flicking it against her breasts in a teasing fashion. The burning tip of the metal lashed one nipple and she gasped in pain as it seared her tender skin.
She trembled violently, now, as her husband began to crack the tip of the silver whip against her body. Each time the tiny, silver strand caressed her flesh, the red hot metal burned her skin.
She sobbed in pain, shuddering as he approached her with the whipping strand. Again and again he lashed at her hips and thighs, leaving bright, red streaks in her flesh where the metal singed her.
"Suffer well, little pig," he cackled loudly. "Show them how you can endure the punishment I give to you! Show them you can suffer well, scum!"
She screamed, turning away from him now, trying to duck under the lashing metal whip. It landed hard against her shoulders and he bore down on the strand, forcing it to burn deeply into her skin.
She screamed in agony, twisting away and he laughed with savage delight. "That's it, scum, pain is the best evidence of your punishment!"
He whipped the metal strand against her bottom and she jerked as the lash cut into her skin, and the crackle of burning flesh filled the air. The scent of burned skin was in her nostrils, now, and she gagged at the odor of her own flesh being scorched.
E.G. was relentless in his pursuit of her, now. He moved from left to right, cutting off every avenue of escape she sought. Each time she turned in one direction, he was there, lashing at her with the burning tool.
He whipped it hard at her thighs, wrapping it around her legs, and locking the strand fast against her flesh. She screamed and struggled helplessly as the red hot metal burned into her, the smoke rising in faint wisp-s from the imprisoned limbs.
"You should be happy, pig, that I bother to discipline you at all," he growled at her. "You should feel honored that I would waste my time, dealing with you! My punishment should be endured with happiness, scum!"
He yanked the strand from her legs and it left a deep, ugly burn in its wake. The woman fell to the ground and he stood over her, grinning at her savagely. He lashed down at her buttocks with the burning strand once more, and she yelped in pain, jerking upward as the blow landed.
"Please, please, no more," she sobbed, shaking her head in pain and terror. "You can discipline me in so many other ways that I love, no more of this, E.G., I beg of you, now!"
"Ohh, God, I can't stand it, I can't," she screamed, softly, as the – lash fell against her shoulders once more.
"You will take this discipline as you should," E.G. snarled, his anger reaching a point of bubbling rage, now. "You will be punished and enjoy it!"
But it was obvious that the woman was not enjoying this part of her discipline whatsoever. She jerked and shuddered under the harsh, falling lash, her body twisting against the burning metal uncontrollably, now.
E.G. seemed to be in a frenzy, now, and he continued to lash at her with the hot, gleaming metal until her whole body was a mass of burns from the cruel weapon. She lay on the stone floor, trembling uncontrollably, now, moaning softly as he continued to rain the blows down upon her.
The stench of her scorched flesh was heavy in the air, and her sobbing groans rang loudly in their ears. All of them watched, intently, as E.G. concluded the beating at last, satisfied that he had damaged her flesh, in this manner, enough.
"Now, scum, you can have the privilege of being taken by me," he snarled. "But you shall be the one to prepare the way for me, not I!"
He went back to the table and picked up a small garden hoe. He carried it over to where his wife lay, trembling on the ground, and threw it down beside her face.
"You know what to do, pig," he hissed at her savagely. "Open that pit of yours up for me, now. I want to see you getting yourself ready for me, happily!"
Laurel sobbed and stared at the thick, wooden handle of the hoe with a quaking horror. She gazed up at her husband, crying wildly. "You… I can't… E.G., I can't," she moaned. "Please, some other way, discipline me some other way!"
He nudged the hoe toward her with the toe of his boot. "There is no other way, pig," he snarled viciously. "There is only my way, as you very well know!"
He reached down then and flipped her over onto her belly. "Take the tool, scum, and open the path for me, now," he snarled. "Or shall I do it myself?"
Sobbing and shaking her head, violently, the trembling woman reached out and wrapped her fingers around the metal blade of the hoe. She was quaking violently with her tears, now, her entire body thrashing with the force of her crying.
Gingerly, she pressed the hard, raw wood of the handle against the cleft between her buttocks. Her husband watched her closely, now, a sneer curling on his lips. She gazed at him helplessly and he snorted in contempt.
"Come, come, pig, show them how much you love my discipline and punishment," he cackled. "Show them just how much you wish to repay me for your disobedience! Put it in there, scum, put it in your bum, now!"
He kicked her then, and she shrieked, as the hoe pressed deeper into her bottom. She moaned, shuddering as the huge handle began to slip down between her soft, warm cheeks, spreading them far apart.
The handle was half again as large as a man's cock and it hurt her buttocks already as she forced herself to push it between them. She sobbed as she felt the hard, rough wood tearing at her tender flesh, the slivers embedding themselves in her spongy half moons.
The thick, stubby head of the handle was now pressed tightly against her anal dot and she moaned as she felt the pressure she was pushing against herself. She tried to thrust the handle into her bum, but found she could not.
"God, please, don't make me do this, E.G.," she sobbed. "Please, I can't!"
The big man snarled at her coldly. "I said now, scum," he hissed. "Shove that handle into your hole, or I will kick it in there, pig! You are to show everyone how much you accept my discipline and command. This is your punishment, bitch, take the handle, now!"
Laurel sobbed and gripped the metal blade of the hoe with her hand once more. She took a deep breath than pushed forward, forcing the huge, hard tip of it into her bum. The pain was fierce as it roared through her flesh, and the stars spun around her eyes as she shoved the cruel weapon into her asshole.
Deeper and deeper she forced it into her bum, her flesh throbbing with pain now, as thee thick, wide prong forced her inner walls to expand far beyond their natural width. Soon she was shuddering as the pain raced through her, and the sweat of her agony was pouring off her flesh.
E.G. watched with a leering grin on his face, his joy at his wife's degradation and suffering apparent in his eyes. He smirked as she slowly forced more and more of the hoe handle into her bum, her voice now a breathless sob as the pain seared through her delicate tunnel.
"Deeper, scum, deeper, he snarled savagely. "Put it all the way in, I want to see every inch of it in your bum!"
Her anal passage was spread wide by this time, and the fierce, throbbing agony was more than the poor woman could bear. She sobbed thickly, gasping as she gave the metal blade of the hoe a final turn, embedding the tool completely in her ripped and bleeding anal pit.
She could not speak as she lay there, jerking spasmodically with the rippling pain that washed through her tunnel. Her inner walls throbbed savagely against the tool, and her free hand was bunched up into a tight, hard fist that she hammered against the stone deck of the terrace in agony.
E.G. Talbot was not satisfied with this, however, he grinned at the woman and nodded, hissing at her coldly. "Turn it, bitch, turn the handle in your ass," he snarled. "You haven't widened your pit enough for me yet! Get to work, scum!"
He gazed at her with a look of triumph on his face as the tortured woman began to turn the buried handle in her asshole. She twisted it from left to right, screaming each time she did, the pain blinding her eyes with the fury of it, now.
E.G. cackled in delight and glanced at the others with an insane grin on his lips. "You see how she willingly accepts my discipline?" he laughed. "You see how she will obey me, and take her punishment for defying me, earlier?" He glanced back at his wife, then, lying on the terrace, quivering with pain, moving the handle of the hoe back and forth against her anal interior. She jerked with the pain of her actions, no longer even crying, now, so fierce was the agony, that it took every bit of her strength just to breathe.
Her husband watched for a little while longer, then he bent over and brushed her hand from the blade of the hoe. He took hold of the metal and began to ride it back and forth inside of her, opening the passage even more.
She wailed with the renewed pain of his assault, shuddering with the horrible agony he was giving her. He laughed in delight at her screams, and drove the hoe handle in and out of her bum, until it was stained with the blood of her torn pit.
"You deserve nothing but to suffer for defying me, scum," he growled at her. "You deserve the punishment of a hard, vicious rape for your actions."
He continued sliding the hoe in and out of her bum for several more moments, then at last pulled the bloody handle from her damaged canal and unzipped his trousers with his free hand.
His cock was already throbbing wildly, huge and thick with engorged blood. He knelt down behind his wife, then, pulling her buttocks apart, cruelly. He thrust the head of his, prick between her tender, ravaged cheeks, and shoved his thick, long tool into her, viciously.
She screamed at the sudden and violent penetration of her bum, and gasped as the cock rode deep into her pit. She bucked forward from the force of his invasion, moaning softly, now, as he buried the weapon completely in her hole.
"This is the kind of fucking you deserve, bitch," he snarled as he forced his meat into her. "This is the kind of sex a pig that disobeys me deserves as punishment!"
He gasped as he, thrust his cock in and out of her burn, now, twisting and turning the huge, throbbing weapon against her inner flesh. He was pounding his shaft back and forth along the slippery canal, moaning with delight each time he drove it further into her dripping cave.
The woman lay there, moaning as she endured her husband's brutal and savage attack. She thrashed under the driving weapon, gasping as he pumped viciously into her. His cock was pounding with the boiling lust that roared in his flesh, filling her bum completely, now, with its power and thickness.
"She endures her punishment," he gasped, thrusting and grinding inside of the woman. "She takes the discipline she deserves!"
The poor woman was barely conscious by this time. She shuddered with each thunderous thrust of his meat, a thick, harsh gasp escaping her lips as he powered he manhood into her.
E.G. was relentless in his attack, now. He moaned and shuddered with pleasure, thrilling to the pain he knew he was giving to his wife, enjoying the way her body quivered from the savagery of his attack.
He bucked in and out of her bum, moaning and gasping with delight, his face a grim, tortured mask of ecstasy. His passion was fierce and uncontrollable now, and it was, obvious that his only, concern was his own passion, by this time.
Again and again he rammed into the woman's pit. She sobbed quietly, now. She no longer screamed with each assault, no longer wailed in agony from the brutality he was using in his attack. She merely lay there, jerking from the violence of his motion, too drained and exhausted to respond any longer.
E.G. rammed his prick into her wildly, now. The frenzy of his lust had consumed him, by this time, and he was caught in the grip of it as he powered into the woman's behind. He laughed and cried out as he felt her muscles, kneading his meat, her tender walls undulating against his driving prong.
"Yes, this the kind of passion you need, scum," he hissed breathlessly. "This is the kind of love you deserve! Discipline, bitch, punishment, yes!"
His voice was tortured with pleasure, almost mad with the passion that roared in his loins. He threw his head back and moaned like an animal, and kneaded her slender hips, cruelly, with his big, meaty hands.
Harder and harder he rode his prick into Laurel's bottom. Her buttocks spread wide, quivering with the pain and force of his attack. The twin half moons were blood stained and burned from the metal whip he had used on them, and a steady trickle of blood oozed from her ravaged chamber.
Faster now, he powered into the steaming twine!. She jerked violently from the impact of his cock, felt his prick expanding rapidly in her bottom. He held tight to her hips, now, moaning as the rhythm and pace of his attack reached a fevered pitch.
"Yes, bitch, I am almost there," he groaned. "I am almost to the moment I desire! I'm going to come, scum, come in your worthless asshole now!"
He groaned thickly, now, pounding his cock back and forth in the poor woman's asshole as the climax began to roar in his balls, and throb in his cock. He drove hard and fast, burying his tool in the depths of her asshole, now, shuddering as the climax began to race through him.
He bucked furiously as the boiling come spurted from his tool. The thick, creamy wads of semen splashed against her anal walls, and the sheer force of their impact made the woman shudder violently, now.
E.G. moaned and twisted the spurting weapon in his wife's asshole. He held onto her body, hungrily, as his seed spilled from his shaft. Again and again his body shivered with the release, until finally he had emptied his load completely in her poor, damaged tunnel.
He pulled out of her with a loud, long moan and stood up, sighing heavily. He reached down beside her and picked up her dress, wiping his cock clean of his own come, and her thick, red blood.
He turned and grinned at the others, a rippling laugh booming in his chest. "Well, I guess you all can see, now, who is master here," he cackled. "Only I can command with that kind of power, and you are helpless to do anything other than agree with me!"
He sat down at the table and poured himself a glass of wine. He sipped at it happily, glaring at the others with a look of smug contempt on his face. He was quite confident that they would have to surrender to his domination, now.