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The Wife, Part 1
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The Wife
© Chuckles
Part 1
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Susan finished preparing dinner just in time to hear her husband's car pull up
in the driveway. They have been married five years, and the last five years had
been hell for her. When he was courting her, John had been kind, and caring.
Now, he treats her as a personal sex slave, there for his pleasure only. On
their wedding night, he had raped, and sodomised her. On their honeymoon, he
had subjected her to bondage, and watched while she was fucked by a hooker. The
weird thing was that even after all the degrading, and humiliating acts he had
forced on her, she still loves him. She had never complained to anyone, and
even lied to her mother, telling her that the bruises were caused by an
accident.
When John walked into the house, and slammed the door, Susan realized that it
had been a bad day at the office. She looked in the mirror, and inspected the
image. She is a pretty, and petite blonde. According to her husband's wishes,
she was dressed in a French maid's uniform, which comprises of a short nylon
dress, that barely covers her crotch, black nylon gloves that almost reaches her
armpits, and black seamed stockings with stiletto heels. The top of the dress
was low cut, showing off quite a bit of cleavage, and had frilly edges. To
complete the uniform was a short frilly white apron, and a white maid's cap.
Underneath that, she was wearing a black lace crotchless panties, and garter
belt. Also, a black lace cupless bra. As she inspects herself, she noticed
that the material of the dress was so thin, that she could see the outline of
her nipples, and her nicely trimmed pussy.
She took the last tray of food out into the dining room, and could see that John
was in a fiery mood. He had thrown his briefcase on the sofa, and was savagely
pulling his tie off. He sat down on the table, and look at his dinner. It was
steak with salad, and potatoes. Susan had never cooked before her marriage, and
John insisted she learn, usually with the aid of the whip. Now, she is quite
accomplished, but John would still whip her with little provocation.
Without saying a word to her, he sat down and cut at his steak. Susan sat at
her end of the table, and ate her salad quietly. Before taking a bite, he
looked at the steak, then threw down his cutlery, and then glared at her. "This
steak is too raw! Jesus! I thought you would know how I like my steak by now.
Go and get the butter, and then come here."
Susan knew that the steak was done just as he likes it, but she did not
complain. She took the slab of butter that had been left outside, since she
started cooking, to soften it. She walked over to her husband's side of the
table, and put it on the table, while looking meekly at the floor.
"Get in position, bitch," he growled. She got onto her lap, and then flipped
her short dress up, to reveal her posterior. Using his finger, John then
applied the butter to her anal region, making sure it is liberally lubricated.
Then he took his steak up, and rolled it into a small roll. Then he started
forcing it into her ass. The steak was tender, and so, it did not hurt her very
much. Then, he took the paddle that is always kept on the dining table, and
started smacking.
Susan held back the scream, and counted the stroke out loud, as per her
husband's instruction. "One... Two... Three... Four... Five..." She had to
hold back her instinct to shit the steak out, knowing that if she did, her
husband would just stuff it back in, and put more in. John just continued
spanking until he got to twenty-five. Then he asked her to shit the steak out.
She clenched her anal muscles, and the steak slowly inched out, like a piece of
shit.
John took it as it came out, and place it on his plate. Susan looked at it, and
saw the pieces of butter, and the small flakes of shit on it. He then asked her
to eat it. Holding back the tears, she slowly eat it, tearing away at it with
her hands and teeth, holding back her vomit as she ate the revolting piece of
meat, with butter and shit.
Then John applied the remaining butter into her anus, and then took one of the
candles off the candlestick. He blew it out, and then stuffed it into her anal
region. It was a new candle, and was almost 4" long, and 2" wide. Susan held
back her tears, and tried to relax her muscles, to help it enter with a minimum
amount of pain. John forced the candle in, until the sharp edge slide past the
splinchter muscle, which closed behind it. Susan knew that if she complained
about the pain, or tried to shit it out, John would trash her. So, she kept it
in her, and prepared another steak for her husband.
After John finished his dinner, he went to watch the television, leaving Susan
to clean up. The candle was still in her ass, and it was getting uncomfortable,
but she kept silent, and washed up. Then, she went to her husband, and waited
till the news was over, before kneeling at his feet, and begged to have the
candle removed.
John stood up, and got a studded leather collar out, and fastened it to her
neck, and a leash to it. Then he led her to their bedroom, and into their
bathroom, all the time forcing her to crawl. There, he gave her permission to
shit the candle out. She forced the sharp edges past the splinchter muscle, and
the candle came out, together with globs of butter.
John pulled off his clothes, and then lubricated his cock with his saliva. He
then forced Susan into a doggy position, and then forced his dick into her ass.
Susan knew that she was here just to pleasure her husband, and stayed still, as
her husband sodomised her, before cumming in her anal region.
He then led her to their bed. It has been modified, such that there are chains,
and cuffs, connected to the four posts. He fastened the cuffs to her hands and
legs, leaving her spread-eagled on the bed. He then stuck his dick in her
mouth, and she cleaned it with her tongue, licking the cum, butter, and shit
off. John then got off, and left the room. She heard him pick up the phone,
but could not hear what he is saying.
Ten minutes later, John returned to the bedroom with another woman. Susan knew
that she was a call-girl, Roxanne, that John has called on previous occasions.
As she watched, she took her clothes off, leaving a garter belt, crotchless
panties, and cupless bra, that were not unlike her own. John fucked her
furiously. Susan watched from the bed, as she watched her husband's cock slide
in and out of the call-girl's cunt. She saw her husband stiffened, and
realized he had came in her cunt. Susan shuddered as she realized what is going
to happen next.
John whispered into Roxanne's ear, and she smiled, and got onto the bed,
positioning her cunt over her mouth. Susan closed her eyes, and proceeded to
lick the prostitute's cunt, sucking her husband's cum out of her twat. Cunt
juice mingled with the cum, and flowed out of her cunt, and into Susan's mouth.
Susan had never seen a naked woman, except herself, before her marriage, but
since then, had been forced by John on numerous occasions to suck off women,
especially to suck his cum out of another woman's cunt.
The hooker came on Susan's mouth, as she felt her husband come on her stomach.
She realized that her husband has been watching, and was playing with himself.
The hooker then got off, and her husband put his cock into her mouth, and she
licked him clean again. She saw John pay the hooker, then she put on her
clothes, and then left.
John left her cuffed on the bed, and left the room. She heard him leave, and
enter the guest room. She fell asleep, cuffed to the bed.
The next morning, she woke up to the sight of stranger fucking her. She tried
to scream, but she realized there is a gag in her mouth. She looked around
frantically, and saw her husband playing with himself, next to the bed. She
looked at the man fucking her, and realized that it was the newspaper man. Her
husband has done this several times, making her fuck men she does not know. She
just laid back, and let the newspaper man have his way. Just as he was about to
come, he pulled his dick out of her cunt, and came on her face.
The newspaper man thanked John for the fuck, and left grinning. John showed him
out, and said to her, "Slut, fucking with other men. I can see that you enjoyed
that. I'm going to punish you for that!" Then, he took a switch out of the
closet, and then took the uniform off her, leaving the lingerie on. The he
started whipping her all over her body. First on her breasts, then her stomach,
her cunt, and her thighs. Once again, Susan kept her screams back, anxious not
to give her husband any more reason to 'punish' her. She counted in her head,
not able to make any sounds through the gag.
When she got to twenty, John stopped, and there were red marks over her body.
Then he when to the closet again, and took out a pair of nipple clips. He
started playing with her breasts, and pulled at her nipple, until they were
jutting out quite far. Then he fastened the clips onto her nipples. She
managed to hold her screams back. There was a chain holding the two clips
together, and from the middle of the chain there was another chain leading away.
John tugged at it to make sure the clips were tight.
Then John got out a dildo, and fastened the end of the chain to it. He inserted
it into her cunt, and she felt it move in slowly. Her cunt was quite wet,
lubricated by the cum, of the newspaper man, but even though her husband knew
that, he said, "Slut, you are so wet this dildo slid in easily. Obviously I was
right, that you enjoyed the other man a lot." Unable to plead her innocence,
she tried shaking her head, but to no avail.
John moved the dildo in and out. The chain was short enough such that when it
moves in, the chain pulls at her clips. The mixture of pain, and pleasure was
too much to stand, and although she did not want to come, it is as if her cunt
has a mind of its own, and soon her ass was bucking on the bed. As she
approached orgasm, her husband pulled the dildo out, removed her gag, and put
the dildo in her mouth, making her suck her juices off it.
He left the dildo in her mouth, and then got the switch again. He started
whipping her inflamed cunt. It's sensitivity increased the pain, and soon, she
was crying out into the gag, tears streaming down her cheeks. John ignored all
her cries but he stopped soon. There were criss-crossing red marks around her
cunt. He then left the room, and returned with a tray, and a large slab of ice.
He broke them into pieces, using an ice- pick, and then pushed them into her
cunt. The ice was soothing, but it's sharp edges were prickling the walls of
her cunt. He was stuffing a lot of ice in her, and soon, there was a puddle of
water on the bed, flowing out of the junction of her legs. However, it was so
cold, she started shivering. It felt as if her cunt has froze.
John then took a leather strap, at the end of which is a smaller dildo. He
eased it into her ass, and gave it a coating of shit. He then removed the dildo
in her mouth, and replaced it with the dildo, fastening the strap around her
head. Then he took a key from the dresser, and removed the cuffs, ordering her
to prepare his breakfast, in those clothes. Susan stood up slowly, her joints
were stiff after spending such a long time in that position, and made her way
slowly to the kitchen.
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