Diane rocked back in the chair and propped her feet up on a low stool in front of the fireplace.
She was worded about her week-old marriage. She had simply not been getting the kind of sex she needed. There had been ample fucking, so many she'd lost count. But it had taken her a long time to come to grips with the fact that it wasn't the amount of fucking she needed.
It was something else.
And she still didn't know what it was.
She was getting edgy and snapping harshly at Matt as if it were his fault. She was sure it was something wrong inside her, but she wanted to cast off the blame as much as possible. And that hurt her. She simply couldn't figure out what was going wrong.
It wasn't the amount of fucking or sucking, that was for sure. It had to be the type.
But hadn't they tried virtually everything? She'd sucked him off more times than she could remember. And his tongue working all over her pussy was one of the greatest things in the world.
He'd butt-fucked her and she had ended up liking it. Strangely liking it because she hadn't wanted to even get started on something she considered a little bit outrageous. The feelings lingering in her gut after he'd finished had been even nicer than the actual cornholing.
She didn't understand that. And it certainly wasn't any lack with getting all the cock she wanted up her cunt. They weren't locked into a one-position rut. They experimented. Seemingly with every conceivable position, they experimented and loved them all.
If she'd been writing them all down, she would have had an inch-thick sex manual.
Diane was growing more and more listless. She wanted out and there was nowhere she could go. There was no one to whom she could talk about this strange void in life.
The fire grew dimmer and burned down to embers. She watched it glowing a dull red and thought that was exactly the way her life was heading. She was glowing white hot, then the flames died down inside until she burned herself out.
She wasn't any different from the fire.
"Honey, what's for supper? Got anything in mind?" called Matt from the porch outside.
"No. Nothing."
"Hey, what's with you lately? You've been grouchy and snapping at me like I'd done something wrong. We're, supposed to be on our honeymoon. We're supposed to be enjoying this."
"I…"
"You are not. You're so damned surly I can't stand it any longer. Either tell me or shape up."
She felt something perk up inside her. They were arguing, but there was a slightly different tone to it. This wasn't going to be any argument. Not if she could help it. She might even find out what was wrong with her sex.
"It's dead between us, Matt. And I don't know why."
"Dead? You mean the fucking? You're out of your skull."
"No. It's dead and we both know it. I guess I want a divorce. Isn't that rich? After all of one Goddamn week, I want a divorce."
"The hell you say. You're not gonna get one. And my cock is feeling damned neglected right now. You haven't been giving out with the wifely chores lately."
"You mean I haven't been spreading for you for all of an hour. Fuck you, guy. All you think of me is a convenient receptacle for that cock of yours. I'm not a Goddamn thing more."
"And I said, I want to fuck. Let's go."
She leaned back in the chair and ignored him. Maybe he would go away and leave her alone.
But he didn't. Not only didn't he leave her alone, he came over to the chair and grabbed her by the arm hard enough to pull her to the floor. She landed on her knees, the shock taken up by the bearskin rug.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she demanded. But there was a tiny spark glowing inside her. That ember wasn't entirely dead. And why this scene should start fanning it back into life, she didn't know.
"Going to fuck you, that's what the fuck I'm doing."
"Bugger off!"
He hit her. Not hard, but the flat-handed blow smarted. The fingerprints left on her face gleamed an ugly red in the dim light filtering into the room.
She reached up and gingerly touched the spot where he'd slapped her.
"Apologize," she said in a flat monotone.
"The hell I will. I ought to tie you up and fuck the shit out of you, that's what I should do."
The tiny tremor passing through her turned into an earthquake. The man's words were electric. She couldn't believe he'd actually say anything like that. And it excited her more than any of the fucking they'd done in the past week.
"You wouldn't do a thing like that to me. Would you?" The words came out in a curious rush. She didn't want him to tie her up and then rape her. She didn't.
Then why was she so excited at the prospect of it? There was a gnawing sensation deep inside that wasn't going to vanish without cock and lots of it. But not just any prick would do. It had to be prick stuffed up her cunt when she couldn't stop it.
She wanted that cock. Oh, how she wanted every inch of his long, hard cock. But it had to be forced on her.
Such a contradiction. And she couldn't figure out what was happening to her, her. Shivery feelings raced up her spine and made her even more aroused. She was going to be raped!
By her own husband!
"The hell I wouldn't," he snarled, rage on his face. "I've taken about all I can off you, you stupid cunt. You think you're God's gift to men or something. Well, I've had it. I'm fed up with the way you think I'm here to please you and nothing else."
"You don't like being treated as a sex object, huh?" she taunted. She knew what his reaction would be. And she was right.
He slapped her again, the blow ringing in her ears long after the initial pain had begun to fade.
"That's all you're able to do, isn't it? Beat up women."
His powerful hands gripped with impressive force on her upper arms. He easily lifted her off her feet and threw her to the floor. She landed on her rump. The way her ass felt, she was sure she was going to have a monster of a bruise where she'd landed. But it didn't matter to her. Finally, after all this, time, she was seeing some fire in the man.
He was reacting like a man should. No namby-pamby stuff now. He was showing her what he was made of. And she loved it.
"I bet you think the only way a woman can respond is if you tie her up and then fuck her. You said as much. You stupid motherfucker!"
"I'll show you what it's like to wave a real man fucking you. By damn, I'm gonna show you but good!"
She tried to scramble away from him, but he was too quick for her. He moved like lightning to grab her leg and pull her flat onto the floor. She kicked out, but that didn't work, either.
His fingers snared her other leg and he held her perfectly in a double-handed grip that she couldn't kick free from. Her body twisted and thrashed about trying to elude the man. He was simply too strong for her.
"You son of a bitch! Let me go!"
"Hell I will, you bitch."
Fingers looped under the neck of her blouse. With a powerful jerk, he ripped the fabric all the way to her waist. Her tits gleamed whitely in the dull light. He ripped again and her blouse was in tatters blowing wildly around her trim body.
Her snowy tits poked out from the destroyed blouse, the nipples a dull red. She didn't understand what was happening inside her, but the violence was making her nipples become erect and throbbing with lust.
She cried out in pain when he grabbed one of her tits and squeezed with all the strength in his strong hands. The nipple was pulsing hard now.
She felt as if it was going to pop at any second. It was filled with aroused blood, blood so excited she could hardly stand it. The nipple was paining her greatly. And when his finger pressed it down into the soft, marshmallowy flesh underneath, she had to gasp in horror.
He was intent on hurting her. Maybe even maiming her. She couldn't deny that possibility because he was so furious with her. He was in such a rage, he might do anything. Anything at all.
Even tie her up and rape her like he'd said he would.
The thought made her cunt gush out its thick, heavy fuck sauce. She tried to keep her legs tightly pressed together so he couldn't see the telltale wet spot spreading all through her crotch. It was no use. That was the first thing he did.
He pulled her apart like yanking the wishbone on a chicken. She was aching now from the muscle strain of the unnatural position. But she didn't dare cry out. That would only encourage him.
"So you're getting turned on by this, huh? You stupid cunt, I'm gonna really fuck you."
Kneeling on one leg and holding her other to the floor with his hand, he ran his zipper down and pulled out his half-stiff prick. The man was slowly getting a boner. As the horrified woman watched, his prick jerked aloft one slow inch at a time.
It was like a bird being hypnotized by a snake. She didn't want to watch, yet she did. It was fascinating. She had to stay there and watch every instant of it because of the way he held her pinned down. And her eyelids somehow refused to shut.
She was a captive of this brutal man. And there was no way of telling what he was going to do to her. No way in hell!
"You've got to be taught a lesson, bitch," he said. "You've been acting so high and mighty, I'm gonna take you down a notch or two."
Why was she excited by those words? She felt her cunt convulse weakly, a flood of fuck fluids oozing from between her pussy-lips. She tried to tense up and keep her cunt-lips closed to that betraying flow, but she wasn't able to do it. The tide of her passion was simply too high – higher than it had been any time since she'd met Matt.
His fingers reached out, and undid her jeans. He began ripping the thick, heavy denim off her body. He didn't seem to care if she was being hurt or not. His fingernails cut into soft, tender flesh several times. The rough fabric scraped her skin when he finally succeeded in getting it around the flare of her ass.
Her cunt was now widely exposed to his lusting gaze. The pink pussy-lips were rimmed by a forest of black pussy fur, now wet from her excitement.
A finger shot into her cunt as he held her down. "Damn, you're so fucking wet, it's a crime. You enjoy this, don't you, you cock teasing bitch!"
She managed to grab his wrist, the wrist driving the linger deeper into her twat. She jerked hard and felt the finger flex inside her agitated pussy. But she managed to get him off balance. With a powerful shove, he toppled to the floor and she was free.
Sprinting fast, she ran to the dining area. She didn't want to be seen like this, half naked, the blouse hanging in tatters from her shoulders. She wanted to get her coat on and flee. To get away from the enraged man was all she could think of.
And then she went tumbling down in a heap as he executed a perfect tackle. His arms wrapped around her legs, just above the knees and his shoulder drove in hard. She couldn't stand under that impact.
"You bastard!" she cried. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Shut your face or I'll shut it for you! You know why. You've been putting me down for a long time. It's just taken me this long to figure out what it'll take to fix you but good. You're gonna like this, damnit, or I'll keep fucking you till you do!"
His arms picked her up and dumped her on the dining table. She flopped like a fish out of water and only found herself in worse trouble than before. Each of her legs was caught up by one of the man's arms. He held her as if she were a wheelbarrow. In this position, she couldn't hope to get away from him.
Hands with clawed fingernails came up to scratch. He easily caught her wrists and a piece of rope appeared. A loop around one, then the other, and her hands were securely tied together. He bent forward and fastened the rope to something over her head, perhaps one leg of the table.
"That should hold you," he said, his face flushed from the exertion.
She was still struggling against her bonds. The more she fought them, the tighter they became. He had been masterful in his fixing of her bindings. And with the way his arms held her legs, this kept her hips off the table. She couldn't get the proper leverage to fight him off.
She began sobbing with frustration. This wasn't the way it was supposed to work. She was so damned helpless! No matter what he wanted to do to her, he could. And from the look blazing in his eyes, he would!
"Now isn't this a pretty sight to set before the king?"
"You bastard! You Goddamn, cocksucking bastard! Let me go!"
"No way, chickie, no way! I'm gonna have the first good fuck since we came up here. And you can't stop me. That's what's gonna make it so good. I can please myself and not worry the fuck about you!"
She shuddered as she looked down and saw his thick, knobby-headed prick nearing her gaping pussy-lips. He held her wide open. She couldn't turn or move to avoid the massive crown of his cock as he poked forward and entered her. He didn't even try to be gentle. He rammed balls deep all the way up her seething cunt. She had to scream in pain. He was too big.
Too big!
His prick spread her soft inner membranes to the breaking point. She hadn't experienced such pain since she'd had her cherry popped. His prick stretched her in every direction. Just as she thought she was expanding enough to take his huge girth, he pulled out.
And that was almost as bad as the sudden, raping entry into her cunt. She gasped at the suction he formed behind his cock. It felt as if he were dragging her guts out.
She cried openly now. The hunger in her cunt was being stroked by the man's driving, fucking cock. Rut it wasn't the softness she had come to enjoy – even hate. He was virtually raping her. She didn't want him fucking her like this, certainly not with her hands tied over her head.
He bent her into an arch that made her tits collapse onto her chest. She had to gasp for air every time she sucked in a breath. Her hands were going numb from lack of circulation. And her cunt burned. Oh, how her cunt burned from that fucking entry he'd made!
"Stop it! Why are you doing this to me?"
"You know. Goddamn, you stupid cunt, you should know by now!"
She felt his prick surge back into her. She didn't want this. She didn't want him forcing sex on her. And yet she found herself even more excited by this than before. The chase had been brief, but it had turned her on in a big way.
And now she couldn't stop him from fucking her. Before, she knew who was in control – she'd been. Each time they'd fucked, she was the one who had been calling the shots. And she had begun hating the man for it. She had figured he was too easily manipulated. She could make him do anything she wanted simply by withholding sex and denying his cock entry into her mouth or asshole or cunt.
No longer. He knew what he wanted and he was taking it. And she loved him all the more for it. Even while she was hating it, what he was doing, what he stood for, she loved it.
Confused, tears rolled unashamedly down her cheeks. She tried to brush them away, but she had forgotten her hands were securely bound to the table on which he was brutally fucking her.
His grip on her ass had tightened. As long as he didn't let her put her hips on the table, she couldn't possibly have any control at all over the fucking. She couldn't move from side to side, she could lift up and cram her snatch down around his impaling spike of hard-driven cock.
All these things were denied her.
And she loved it even more.
His fingers cut into her soft assflesh as he bounced her up and down on his prick. She felt the pressure mounting on her shoulders and neck as he bent her farther and farther back in his effort to get the maximum pressure all around his prick.
"Stop it!" she begged. "You're killing me!"
"Hell, no, baby, I'm fucking you! This is what I should have done a long time ago."
His cock split her cunt-lips squarely. His long rod of jerking, steely hard prick sailed all the way up into her cunt and buried itself in the steamy flesh. There was no defense she could mount to stop him.
His ugly red cock drilled deeper and deeper into her softly yielding, bound body. Almost bent double now, she had to struggle for each breath. Her upper legs were being shoved down mercilessly into her tits. This would have normally excited her. Not now.
Her cunt was stretched taut around his prick – wide open and as taut as a cunt can get. He was the one pleasuring himself. He didn't worry about if she were enjoying the fucking or not. He had bothered himself with that for too long.
Now was the time to get his rocks off and in a big way. The other fucking had been good, but he was coming to realize exactly how she'd been controlling his every move. She liked this, so he did it.
Now he was capable of doing what he wanted and to hell with her. He'd been her pawn for too long. She'd been using him as nothing more than a warm, fucking dildo. A plastic rod would have suited her purposes just as well.
No longer.
He fucked even deeper into her wide-spread pussy. His finger ripped at the soft flesh of her ass, spreading the cheeks, trying to twist them off her body. This tightened up the flesh around her cunt which made her pussy snap down hard on his prick.
He knew this was no virgin cunt he was fucking. But it felt like one. His entire prick was surrounded by the hot, clutching pussy walls. Juices leaked out around the thick plug of his cock as he fucked back and forth and he'd never felt more excited in his life.
She was beginning to feel the full effect of his brutal fucking. Her cunt was screaming for relief from the hard-driving cock. He could feel her pussy walls clamping down with impressive strength all around him. This only spurred him on. Her fear made the fucking even more enjoyable. The look in her eyes was something that had never been there before. The stark terror was a good to the man.
He fucked even harder.
Feeling her wince with every stroke deep into her cunt made him into a giant. He was invincible. He was the stud of all studs. And she deserved what she was getting from him. She deserved it and he was enjoying her horror to the utmost.
"Feel my cock, you dumb cunt? Feel it all the way up that twat of yours? You're gonna get more of it, I promise!"
"No, don't do this to meeeee!"
He smirked. This was the best he'd felt in almost a week. No longer was she able to use him as her toy. He was the one in command now – and he'd be damned if he was going to let loose the reins of such power over the woman.
In a way she didn't understand, Diane was actually enjoying this, too. It was degrading and even terrifying to her and that was what turned her on the most. She needed this kind of treatment. She needed to know that a man cared for her – a real man and not some pliable wimp who could be twisted around her finger.
Matt was showing himself to her as a true man, virile and capable of taking what he wanted.
Sure, the ropes bit unmercifully into her wrists making her hands turn blue and numb as he fucked her, but that didn't really matter. She was spread wide open – painfully so – so that he could better fuck her. Maybe rape was a better name for it. But she didn't care.
She enjoyed this in a perverted way. She wanted to be used, even abused by her man. There was none of the confusion in the man-woman roles in this. None at all. She cursed a society so intent on erasing all differences between men and women.
She loved being a woman and she loved a man who could do such a thing to her, even while it frightened her.
Her cunt was achingly aware of his huge prick driving deep into it. The friction had long since burned away her cunt fluids. And the heat seeping into agitated cunt finally took its toll on her.
She came. And it was an orgasm like she'd only dreamed about. She thought a come of this intensity was something dreamed up by the writers of the romantic books she read.
It wasn't. It was for real and she got it, while she was being virtually raped.
He dropped her ass to the table and let her legs dangle over the edge. Looking down at her supine figure, he said, "So you really got off on it, huh? Look at my prick, slut! Look at it!"
She licked her lips as she saw his prick was still erect. His boner was so huge she wondered how it could have gotten so swollen. It had felt bigger than ever inside her but this was a monster!
"I didn't get off I still want to fuck you until I do. And you know what?"
"What?"
"You're not going to have any say at all about this. I'm the one who'll decide. Me and no one else. How's that grab you?"
"You beast!" she screamed.
"Yeah, you'd say that, you who were the expert at manipulating me. Promise the kid a little pussy and you knew he'd do anything. You had me jumping through hoops at the drop of a hat. No more, bitch, no more! Got that?"
"So you are going to force sex on me, is that it?"
"Just like you were doing, but I'm doing it my way. You were a cockteaser. You'd promise and show me enough to get me all hot, then pull it back. Until you got what you wanted. That's not my style."
"Your style is rape."
"If you want to call it that. All my cards are on the table. You can see the way I'm gonna operate and if you don't like it, tough shit."
He reached out and grabbed her leg to pull her cunt wide open for his driving cock once again. She didn't know whether to cry with relief that he still cared or to cry from the pain ripping through her body, starting in her strained pussy.
She decided to simply cry and to hell with the reason.