Jane was a typical housewife. Even at the age of 42, she was in great shape and was a fine-looking woman. One could easily mistake her for being in her early 30s. She was a homemaker of a small but loving family with her husband Robert and her daughter Sara.
It was like any other day, Jane's husband and daughter had left for the office and college, respectively. She was just doing the dishes when there was a knock on the door. She looked through the peephole-- it was Mike, their landlord's son, so she went ahead and opened the door.
Jane lived on the first floor in a three-storey apartment, with the garage being the ground floor. Their landlords lived on the floor above, but for the most part, Mike was the only one there.
"Hey there, young man! How are you?" she greeted Mike, who was a little older than her own son, Steve. Jane noticed Mike had a tool bag with him.
"I'm fine, ma'am. Actually, I came here to fix the leaking faucet your husband told me about, but it seems I just missed him. Mind if I take a look?"
"Oh yeah. It has been leaking for a couple of days. Please have a look at it, it feels bad about wasting so much water."
Jane led Mike to the bathroom; he set his bag down and got to work. After a couple of minutes, the leak was minimized, but there was still some dripping. Mike put his tools back in the bag, but kept the tape at hand and a pair of scissors in his pocket.
On the way out, Mike was leading this time.
"Ma'am, I have minimized the leak, but I'm afraid the faucet has to be replaced soon. But... we have another problem..." Mike stopped and turned to Jane. "... of you being a cheating bitch." Mike had an evil smirk face.
"EXCUSE ME?!" Jane was furious.
"That right, you are cheating on your husband, aren't you?" he said, slowly closing the gap between them.
"You are crossing a line, young man! With this baseless accusation!!"
"Well... I wouldn't call it baseless..." Mike continued his slow march towards Jane, slowly backing her against the wall. "...I was at the next town over, when I saw you with a guy. And decided to follow you. Not gonna lie, pretty lovely couple, you two." Mike winked at Jane.
He showed her some pics of her walking with her hands wrapped around some guy's arm like a couple. It was her ex who she briefly dated before meeting and eventually settling down with Robert.
Jane stared dumbfounded at the pics. Somehow eventually spoke. "This doesn't prove anything! He's a good friend of mine from college. Yeah, we are walking hand in hand, but still doesn't prove ANYTHING!!"
"Then maybe these next pics will..." Mike showed more pics of both of them getting more intimate and kissing. Then he put the final nail in the coffin, and showed her pics of both of them heading into a hotel, and even caught in the act.
With her back against the wall, literally, Jane tried to slap Mike, but he grabbed her hand and turned her around. Mike twisted her arms behind her back and swiftly taped them together. Then he pinned her against the wall.
"That's it! I like bitches with some fight in them!"
Mike had his face pressed against Jane's neck. He breathed deeply, taking in her sweet scent. Mike slipped his hands between the wall and Jane, and began groping her tits over her clothes, while grinding his erection against her ass.
"Ma'am, ever since you moved in, I always wanted to get a piece of this ass. But never knew such an innocent-looking wife would turn out to be such a slut."
"Please let me go... Don't do this... I... I'LL SCREAM!!"
"THEN DO IT!!" Mike roared into Jane's ear, startling her. "We made the house pretty solid, you know? No one can hear you scream, unless they have their ears to the wall."
Mike turned Jane over and picked her up over his shoulders. She struggled to get free, but soon surrendered when he gave a couple of hard spanks on her ass. He put her on the couch in the living room. Once Mike put Jane down, he bunched up her t-shirt's bottom and pulled it over her head, making her head tilt slightly forward. Then he pushed up her bralette to expose her ample breasts.
"You do have some fine melons for your age!" Mike teased Jane, before slapping her tits to make them jiggle. Then he groped her tits with both hands and buried his face in them.
"S-- STOP!! MIKE!! PL--EASE!!" Jane was not used to being treated rough like this, but her body wouldn't protest the unwanted pleasure. She could feel herself getting wet down there.
But Mike didn't stop and to add more to her humiliation, she seemed to be lactating, which further fueled his lust. After tasting Jane's boobs for a good minute, Mike let go of them.
"You want me to stop? Okay, I will. But we will let your body decide." Mike winked at Jane and began sliding one of his hands inside her pants.
"WAIT--!! Please, just stop already." Jane's protests didn't have any effect. And with her hands taped behind her back, she couldn't even stop her breasts from shaking all over the place as she struggled, adding more to Mike's enjoyment.
Soon, Mike's fingers made their way to Jane's pussy. And he immediately noticed her wetness on his fingers. A sinister smirk grew on his face. "What's this? You say you want to stop, but your body, on the other hand, is wanting more, isn't it?" Mike taunted Jane as he began rubbing her faster.
"No!! I don't!! Please sto--AAH!!"
Jane was interrupted when Mike slapped her tit and held it firm in his hand, giving it another suck and biting her nipple a bit. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Stop lying, you cheating bitch!! I'm not your husband! And that's what you want, isn't it? Someone other than your loving husband to use your body?" He slid his fingers into her cunt a little, and pulled them out to show Jane how wet she really was.
Mike then licked his wet fingers before playfully slapping Jane. Smearing her juices and his spit on her cheeks. "Still want to deny you don't want it?"
Jane remained silent and looked away in defiance.
"Oh! Playing hard to get, are we now? Fine, have it your way!"
Mike yanked her pants out from her leg. Then slowly slid her panties out, feeling her smooth, toned legs as he did so. Jane was still looking away with a stern face. He ran his hands along her thighs before spreading her legs to expose her pussy. He ran his fingers on her trimmed crotch, then slipped them inside her. Jane's expression was still unchanged. Mike adjusted his position and began devouring her cunt, violating her with his tongue and slurping her juices.
Mike reached up and groped Jane's boobs again, as he continued to tongue her pussy. He saw her clenching her teeth. Jane was trying her hardest to not give Mike any satisfaction with her reaction. Mike accepted the challenge, and moved one of his hands down to her pussy again.
Mike began to simultaneously finger Jane's cunt, licking her clit and groping her breast. He glanced up to see her lips quivering a little. He focused back on her cunt and ramped up his intensity. Violently fingering her cunt, while sucking and pulling her clit with his lips and teeth, all the while alternatively groping, pinching and pulling on her nipples. Jane couldn't handle the assault any more.
"Mike... stop... plea--se!!" Jane finally spoke, with a quivering voice.
But Mike ignored her, and continued the three-way attack on her body. Jane could feel herself getting closer to climax.
"Hey... please, WAIT... PLEASE! STOP! MIKE!!" Jane squirmed to get out of Mike's clutches, but he kept her under his control.
"OKAY!! YES!! I WANT IT!! PLEASE, NOW STOP!!"
As Jane reached the threshold, she shamelessly begged Mike to stop, but he still did not stop and continued, increasing his intensity just a little more. Jane was finally pushed over the edge. She came hard. Her body convulsed as Mike continued on. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Jane gritted her teeth to delay the inevitable. But as Mike continued to overstimulate her, she finally gave out and squirted all over him and the couch.
Mike finally let go of Jane. She collapsed on the couch, breathing heavily, twitching from time to time. Jane was lost in thought, when light taps on her pussy snapped her back to reality. She looked down and immediately went into an alert state. Mike had removed his pants and was tapping his erect cock on her cunt. He was slightly longer than her husband and girthier than her ex.
"Hey... Mike... wait... I'm sore, please let me rest." Jane was still out of breath, as she pleaded for some time to recover.
"Sorry, bitch! Don't have time to wait!!" Mike lined up his cock at her entrance.
"Wait... I'm sensi-- AAAUGHH!!"
He didn't wait for her to finish and rammed his cock all the way in, splitting her open. She felt like she was being split in half.
"AAAH!!! I always wanted to fuck this cunt!! Feels so good!!" Mike began pounding Jane with deep and hard thrusts, almost pulling out all the way, then slamming back in.
"Please... ugh... stop... ugh..." Jane struggled to protest, as Mike continued to fuck her overly sensitive pussy.
"Stop? This is what you want, isn't it? You cheating slut-- getting fucked by someone other your husband?" He increased his pace a little.
"Please... don't... say... su-- things..."
"The truth hurts doesn't it?" Mike continued to taunt Jane and humiliate her, as he fucked her hard.
"Just... finish this... and let me go!!" Jane screamed, not giving in to his abuse.
"Fine, have it your way, BITCH!" Mike adjusted his grip on her ass, and began fucking her like a rabid animal. He was relentless in his assault, occasionally smacking her bouncing udders and bending over to suck and bite her breasts, leaving hickeys on them.
Jane cried and begged Mike, but to no avail. It continued for what felt like an eternity to her. It was too much for Jane and despite how hard she tried to hold back, her body started giving in to the violation. She could feel another orgasm building up.
"UGH!! UGH!!! I AM ABOUT TO CUM, BITCH!!!" Mike increased his pace even more, as he was reaching his climax.
"PLEASE!!! NOT INSIDE!!!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE IT, SLUT!!!"
Then soon, with a couple of deep, long thrusts and loud grunts, Mike came inside Jane's cunt. The feeling of his hot cum inside her, triggered her own orgasm. Jane hated it. She flailed in his grip as the orgasm crashed over her. Mike continued to thrust slowly, pumping more of his seed into her womb. Jane's own body betrayed her once again and her cheating cunt squeezed his pulsing cock for every last drop of cum. He came so much that it leaked around their union, further soiling the couch.
Jane collapsed on the couch again, her mind wandering off. This time, it was the flash of the camera that brought her back to reality. Her eyes snapped to the source to see that Mike was taking pictures of her, with his dick still shoved in her cunt.
"WHAT THE--??"
"Just a souvenir. Haha! I like that expression!!"
"DON'T--!!"
Jane tried to get up, but Mike pushed her back to the couch, pulling his cock out in the process; cum leaked from her gaping hole.
"THAT'S THE MONEY SHOT, BABY!! Nothing better than your cum oozing out of another man's wife!!" He snapped more pics.
"Please! Don't take pics! Delete them!!" Jane begged.
Mike grabbed her by the back of her head, digging his fingers in her hair. "This is just the beginning, slut! I'll be back for more!" Then he forcefully kissed her.
Jane tried to resist, but Mike invaded her mouth with his tongue. After a solid minute, he let go of her; put his pants back on, grabbed his bag, and prepared to leave.
"They will be back in a couple of hours wouldn't they? You better hurry up and clean this mess if you don't want them to know how much of a cheating bitch you really are!!"
Jane just glared at Mike. But soon, her expression changed when the reality of her predicament set in.
"WAIT!!! UNTIE ME AT LEAST!!! WAIT--!!!"
Mike ignored her with a smirk on his face, and slammed the door on his way out.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!" Jane screamed at the top of her lungs, as she struggled to get her hands free.
Jane somehow managed to get up on her feet. With her hands taped behind her back and the aching cunt, she struggled to find her balance, as she slowly made her way to the kitchen; her pussy leaking Mike's cum and her juices along the way. She managed to get her hands on a knife and was thankful that he hadn't taped her fingers as well. Jane nicked herself a little as she carefully cut the tape. She massaged her wrists which had light tape marks on them that were quickly fading,
'At least I won't have to somehow hide it from them,' Jane thought to herself. Jane reached down to her pussy and scooped some of his cum out. 'FUCK!' she cursed herself, as the thought of tasting his cum crossed her mind for a split second. She immediately washed her hands. Jane looked for her panties, they were a little soiled but still better than running to the bedroom to get a new pair and potentially leaking his cum all over the house.
After Jane put her pants back on, she immediately sprang into action to clean the couch, but the stain was deep. Thinking quickly, she ran over to the kitchen, brewed a cup of coffee and poured some on the couch and some on her clothes. With her excuse prepared, she quickly wiped the floor and headed straight to the shower, tossing her clothes in the washing machine on the way.
In the shower, Jane washed herself thoroughly. When she touched her tits, she could feel how Mike had mauled them, slapped them and sucked on them-- she could still see the faint redness of the ordeal. Then, Jane slowly made her way down there. As her fingers touched her labia, she gasped at the heightened sensitivity, but quickly steeled herself. She began to wash herself down there, even squatting and fingering herself a little to wash away as much of the cum as possible. But she knew some was still deep inside her womb-- at least, it was her safe day.
Once she got out and quickly dried herself, she promptly flopped onto the bed, and dozed off, thinking about the horrifying ordeal she had gone through, and then realizing her home, her safe space, wasn't safe anymore.
***
It had been a couple of days since Mike had blackmailed and raped her. Jane tried to act normally in front of her family, but the looming threat of Mike was ever present in the back of her mind.
Jane had just served breakfast to Robert and Sara, and when they were having some small talk, there was a knock on the door. Jane sprang to her feet and looked through the peephole. It was Mike. She opened the door. Seeing her in nightgown was enough to get Mike a little excited. He unzipped and let his erection fly out, startling Jane.
"My family is here! GO AWAY!"
She tried to shoo Mike away, but a smirk grew on his face.
"Then you better get to it quick, or I will show them this!" Mike pulled up his phone and showed the pics of Jane having an orgasm and the creampie. Jane's eyes went wide in fear, she was speechless.
"Who is it, honey!?"
Robert's voice from the dining room snapped her back.
"It's just Mrs. Walters, sweetie. I'll be back soon," Jane quickly replied back, and closed the door behind her.
"Quick thinking there! Very nice!" Mike mocked her.
"You asshole!" Jane scorned at Mike, as she kneeled in front of him, his cock dangling in front of her face. Jane hesitated for a moment.
"Go on! Or, do you want them to find you sucking my dick?" Mike put his hands on the back of her head and gently nudged her slowly to his dick.
Wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, Jane began eagerly sucking his cock.
"AAAHH!! You've been wanting to suck my cock, haven't you?" Mike taunted Jane, intentionally misinterpreting her eagerness. He kept his hand on the back of her head to keep her from speaking.
She shot daggers through her eyes at him.
"You better fondle my balls if you want me to finish quick!" Mike said, as he made Jane bob her head faster and deeper on his cock, almost reaching the back of her throat.
Jane gagged and coughed around his cock, as her hands found their way to his balls. She played with them, tugged on them, anything to get him off as quickly as possible.
"Ahh!! That's it!! As expected of a cheating wife!!"
As Jane continued to play with his balls, Mike tightened his grip on her hair and began face-fucking her. With tears rolling down her cheeks, Jane kept glaring at him, as he used her throat.
Soon, Jane could feel Mike's cock swelling some more and his breathing getting ragged-- he was getting close. Then in a flash, Mike pulled her up by the hair and turned her around. Swiftly, he lifted her gown and parted her panties to the side, and shoved his spit-soaked dick straight into her. Jane panicked, as he began fucking her from behind, with one hand pulling her hair, the other holding both of her arms behind her back.
"WHAT!!! LET ME GO!!! THEY MIGHT COME OUT ANY MOMENT!!" Jane struggled to get away from his grip.
"Well... If you shout like that, they definitely will!!" Mike continued to fuck her.
Jane silently endured the abuse right in front of her door. She hated it, but was a little glad that she was a little wet, it made the assault a little more bearable.
Mike pulled Jane by her hair and whispered in her ear, "If you want me to finish quick, then beg for my cum!"
Jane, afraid of getting caught, submitted quickly. "Please... Cum inside me... I need your cum!!"
"THEN TAKE IT!!!" Mike let go of her hair and groped her breasts hard from behind. Mike increased his pace and fuck her hard. Then, soon, with audible grunts and deep strokes, he came inside her.
Jane's mind was so preoccupied with the fear of getting caught that she hadn't noticed her own orgasm building up and his hot spunk triggering it. She moaned loudly as her body squirmed in his grip, under the influence of the orgasm.
Both of them were panting heavily. Jane was still in Mike's grip, his cock pulsing inside of her. She tried to take a step forward, but he didn't let go. Jane shot her eyes back in fear, only to find Mike grinning ear to ear, his grip still firm on her arm and breast.
***
No matter how much Jane struggled and begged, Mike didn't let go of her, until roughly a minute later, barely giving her enough time to fix herself when the door swung open.
Robert and Sara were coming out together, and saw Mike and Jane standing a feet or two apart.
"Good morning, sir! Good morning, Sara!" Mike greeted them both.
"Morning, buddy!" Robert greeted back.
"... Morning! Sorry, I am getting late for college... " Sara tried to hide her blushing, as she excused herself and ran off.
"Hey, I thought it was Mrs. Walters?" Robert questioned Jane.
"Yeah, when she left, Mike just so happened to be coming to our house to talk about that leaking faucet." Jane quickly came up with an excuse, clenching her pussy as hard as she could, so as not to leak his cum down her legs.
"Yes, sir! I finally managed to get hold of you, haha!"
"Oh yeah! You came the other day, too, right?"
"Yeah, ma'am showed me the problem, and I managed to put a temporary fix on it. But the thing is, the replacement faucet will arrive next week, around Tuesday."
"Next week?"
"Yeah... is there any issue?"
"Actually, yes, we will be going on a two-week camping trip."
"Oh. Nice! Some fun time with the entire family!"
"Actually, it's just Sara and me. Jane is not particularly fond of the wilderness, you see..." When Robert turned to look at his wife, Jane was playfully staring into his soul for embarrassing her in front of Mike.
"Then, ma'am can let me in, just like the last time?" Mike emphasized on 'let me in' clearly wanting to remind Jane of that unfaithful day.
"Sure, No problem! The sooner the problem goes away, the better." She forced a fake smile, trying to suppress her memories and disgust of the recent event. Mike smirked a little, knowing who she was referring to as being the 'problem'.
"Okay, that's settled then! By the way, sir, I was also heading for the shop; would you mind giving me a lift?" Mike asked Robert for a ride to the shop.
"Sure, hop in!"
"Bye, honey!" Robert swiftly kissed Jane on the cheek.
She replied with a sweet, "Bye." She was relieved that he didn't kiss her on her lips-- lips that had just sucked the dick of the boy standing in front of him.
As the two men began walking away together, Jane stood there alone, fuming and clenching her fists. She finally let go, and Mike's cum soaked through her panties and dripped down her legs. She couldn't believe how far he had pushed her boundaries, and how far he was willing to take it.
Jane watched them from the balcony; Robert turned around and waved at her. She smiled and waved back at her stupid husband, who had just given away that his wife would be alone and vulnerable for two weeks. Then her eyes met Mike's, who was also waving back a little, with a clear smirk on his face-- knowing he would take full advantage of her situation
Following the next couple of days, Jane tried to organically bring up the topic of wanting to also go on the safari trip, but when Robert checked with the booking agency, they said they were fully booked and could not accommodate Jane, even if they wanted to.
Feeling sorry for her, Robert and Sara said they would cancel the trip, and book a new one with all three of them. But it was then Jane who rebuked their decision, saying they might not find a suitable date because of Sara's college schedule, and didn't want her daughter to miss the trip she was so eager to go to. And to reassure her daughter, Jane said whenever they would all go for the trip together next time, both Robert and Sara could be ones who would guide her and it would be double the fun for both of them.
***
Day 1, evening
The entire family spent most of yesterday and today packing and double checking all their luggage, making sure they didn't miss anything important that they couldn't pick up along the road.
Jane wished Robert and Sara a safe journey, as they left on the minibus that came to pick them up.
Jane had gotten barely a minute or two of rest, when there was a frantic knock on the door. Thinking that they must've missed something and came back to grab it, she quickly made her way to the door, and then with an innocent smile on her face, opened it without checking through the peephole.
A smile that quickly faded away when she saw Mike standing there, with a bag in hand. Jane, her husband, and daughter were so occupied with the preparation of the trip that she had completely forgotten about Mike. She was too shocked to react, when he suddenly reached for the back of her head and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Jane felt disgusted, and tried to push him away, but to no avail. He slowly pushed her back into the house.
"Greeting me with such a lovely smile?! You were desperately waiting for me, weren't you?" Mike said with a smirk, as he broke the kiss. But he still held Jane by the back of her head, and slowly pushed her into the living room.
Jane wiped her lips with her hands. And tried to push him away again, but Mike didn't budge.
"PLEASE GET OUT!!! They might come back for something!!"
"That's a risk I am willing to take," Mike retorted back, his smirk not fading. He pulled Jane in for another sloppy kiss.
And she tried her best to resist and didn't reciprocate his kiss.
As they reached the coffee table, Mike bent Jane over and pushed her onto it. She was kneeling on the floor, her bust pressed against the table; she tried using her hands to push against it, but soon they were yanked back and, with the handcuffs he pulled out of the bag, were cuffed behind her back.
"WAIT! What are -- ugh!"
Jane tried to get up, but Mike put his foot on her back to push her back on the table. And using some ropes, he quickly tied her thighs to legs of the table, keeping her legs apart. Then he took his foot off of Jane, and knowing it was futile, she didn't try to get up again.
SPANK
Jane yelped when Mike's hand struck her ass. Then she felt him feel her over her clothes, running his hands all over her back, ass and thighs. She gritted her teeth as he pulled her loose-fitting tee up a little, and pulled her pants down to reveal her panties.
SPANK
"UGH!!!! LET ME GO, YOU PERVERT!!!" Jane felt Mike feeling her pussy and ass. She was beginning to feel a sensation down her crotch, but she wasn't wet yet. Her pale ass was now warm and pink from the couple of spanks.
SPANK
"You are a feisty one, aren't you?"
Mike looked into his bag for a bit, and took out an egg vibe. He pushed Jane's panties to the side, and rubbed the device at her entrance. She tried to get back up to see what he was doing, but her attempt was immediately thwarted when Mike pushed her back down to the table and simultaneously shoved the egg vibe into her cunt. It gobbled up the sex toy, leaving only the wired remote behind. He then put her panty back in its place, making sure she couldn't push out the egg.
Jane groaned when Mike turned on the device. He took a couple more items from the bag and moved to the other side of the table, towards her face. Jane's angry eyes followed Mike, as he got closer to her face and kneeled down in front of her. He cleared the blonde hair out of her eyes, and tied a quick and loose ponytail using a rubber band.
Jane began to squirm to protest when she saw the collar in his hand. But with her hands and legs bound, the best she could do was turn her face away from him and push her head into the table, so he could not get the collar in place. But all her effort were for naught when a strong pull on her ponytail pulled her head up from the table. She winced, as she felt the weight of her upper body pulling on her scalp. Mike placed the collar on her neck, and placed her head back on the table. Jane kept glaring at him, as he locked the collar behind her neck.
"LET ME GO! YOU SICK FUCK!!!"
"So soon? We are just getting started!! They are on their way to enjoy their trip. I think you should have some fun, too-- with me, of course! Haha!" And he gave her some playful taps on her cheeks.
Then Mike tied some rope on the ring of the collar, and secured it to the frame of the coffee table. Her breasts took all of the weight of her upper torso. What little movement Jane was able to make, was then gone as she lay there with her face against the table, and the vibe buzzing in her cunt. Mike moved to her back again, and turned up the intensity of the vibration. Jane groaned again.
SPANK
Jane's eyes followed Mike, as he moved towards the door.
"WAIT!! WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?"
"The tap isn't gonna fix itself, is it? Besides, by the time I am back, you will be ready for me!! Haha!"
"PLEASE! Don't leave me like this!!" Jane pleaded, but Mike ignored her and locked the door as he again left her tied up, this time with a vibrator stuck in her cunt.
Mike was gone for almost an hour. In that time, Jane had cum twice due to the unrelenting vibrator. She tried to resist the sensation at first but the non-stop vibrations deep inside her overcame her resistance. When Mike returned, Jane was sweating profusely and panting heavily, she had drooled a lot on the coffee table. She could not believe all of this was happening to her in her own home.
Mike moved to Jane's back and felt her pussy through her soaking-wet panties. Her clit and pussy were highly sensitive, and it sent a shiver down her body when Mike touched her.
"OH!! Nice and juicy!!"
"Please! Turn it off!!" Jane pleaded again.
"Just wait a little more." Mike massaged her pussy, soaking his fingers in her juices. He gave it a quick taste. "Mmmh! You are quite tasty, too!!"
SPANK
"NO!! PLEASE TURN IT OFF!! TAKE IT OUT!!" Jane begged, when Mike suddenly upped the intensity even more.
"P-P-PLEASE!!"
SPANK
His initial spankings were almost faded by then, but had left Jane's ass a nice shade of pink, so his latest spanks didn't make any significant handprints, but due to the forced orgasms and the increased sensitivity, these new ones stung more than the old ones.
Mike left Jane again, and took the new tap and some tools to the bathroom to replace the old one. As he was working in the bathroom, he could hear her begging in the living room as she tried to resist another impending orgasm. He replaced the tap quickly, but didn't leave the bathroom, and was intently listening in on Jane. He occasionally hit the tap and his tools, to make it seem like he was still working. Then soon, he heard her grunt loudly, as another orgasm crashed through her body.
Mike left the bathroom and quickly made his way back to his bound captive and massaged her cunt again. His rough hands on her pussy were too much for her and Jane began to squirm in her bondage. Mike pulled her panties hard, giving her a wedgie before ripping them off her ass. Jane sighed in relief, when he finally pulled that dreaded toy out of her cunt.
But that moment of relief was short lived, as Jane felt something rubbing against her cunt lips.
"Please... Mike... don't..."
"No can do! Besides, your cunt is practically begging to be fucked, isn't it?"
"Please... let me-- ugh!!"
Before Jane could finish her sentence, Mike shoved his cock in her cunt-- and began fucking her on the table. She had already surrendered; her mind clouded by the recent orgasm. She was still wearing her top, which gave some relief, as her breasts slid back and forth on the table with each of Mike's thrusts.
Mike bent over and released the rope from the collar. He grabbed Jane by the ponytail and pulled her up along with him, as he resumed fucking her from behind. Her breasts had been pressed against the table for almost two hours. And no matter how much she tried to deny it, Jane felt great having the pressure relieved; she felt even better when Mike slid under her tee and her bralette to grope her. Between the feeling of her highly sensitive cunt being raped and her aching tits being massaged, Jane surrendered completely to Mike at that moment, and began moaning in pleasure.
Hearing Jane's moans got Mike fired up even more. He grabbed onto her tits almost digging his nails into her and began fucking her with no abandon. He called her names, but Jane was too lost to hear any of it.
Soon, as Mike reached his own climax, he thrust hard and deeply. The two of them moved in tandem, as he came in Jane's cunt, triggering a fourth orgasm
He slowly bent her over the table and pulled out, leaking his all cum over her pants and the floor. Jane was breathing heavily, as Mike moved towards her face. Jane snapped back to her senses when Mike yanked her up by her hair and slapped his cum-soaked cock on her face. And gave an order, "Clean it up, bitch."
Jane, who was still high from the orgasm, obediently opened her mouth.
Mike slid his semi-erect cock into her mouth and began slowly fucking it. He was gentle enough that Jane let it happen and did not protest. But soon, Mike adjusted his grip and had one hand on her throat and one on the back of her head, and began shoving his cock deeper into her mouth with each stroke. Jane began gagging on his cock.
Then Mike shoved his cock balls deep, and held Jane's head firmly in his grip. Jane struggled to breathe around his cock, and soon felt her lungs burning. She struggled against Mike and the bonds. She started twitching as she was starting to run out of air. But Mike didn't let go.
After a good minute or two, which felt like eternity for Jane, Mike finally pulled his cock out. Jane panted heavily to catch her breath.
"YOU...! sigh... SICK...! sigh... FUCK!!! YOU NEARLY... sigh... KILLED ME!!!" Jane didn't waste a second to curse at Mike.
"Come on!! I won't get rid of you so soon! We are just getting started!"
SPANK
Mike untied her legs from the table, but kept the handcuffs on. Jane winced when she was pulled up by her hair. She wobbled a bit before finding her footing. When she gathered enough strength provided by the rush of adrenaline and some courage, she tried to run away from Mike. But with her hair still in his grip, all she managed to do was entertain Mike with her feeble attempt. He pulled her up close, and hugged her from behind. Jane could feel his cum running down her thighs, and his semi-erect cock rubbing against her ass.
"Seems like you are still full of energy, but unfortunately, I am feeling pretty tired, having to tame a wild cougar like you."
Mike swiftly turned Jane around and picked her up on his shoulder. Jane yelped when his shoulder dug into her abdomen. She immediately began kicking her legs, only to be disciplined by a couple of spanks on her pink ass. Then, Mike slowly walked towards her bedroom and threw Jane on the bed, dropping more of his cum on her marital bed. She immediately wiggled to the farther side of the bed, as far away from Mike as possible, facing away from him.
He soon joined her on the bed. Mike hooked on her collar, grabbed her by the waist with his other hand, and pulled her back towards him. Mike quickly fastened a chain to the bed's headboard and locked it on the collar. It had enough slack that Jane would have no trouble sleeping, but it was short enough that she couldn't get off of the bed. He had one hand across her tits and one leg on top of hers. She could feel his cock brushing against her ass.
"Let me go... I don't want to sleep with you!"
"Oh? You want to sleep with that other guy? Want me to call him over?"
Jane glanced angrily at Mike before turning away again.
She closed her eyes, thinking about the absurdity of her situation-- being raped in her own home, then being forced to sleep half naked with her abuser on her own marital bed, his cum still oozing out of her cunt, and her face stained with the same. Jane fell asleep as she pondered on the thought of whether it was her punishment for her infidelity.
Day 2, noon
It was almost noon, Mike just woke up and quickly freshened up. While Jane was still sleeping, he looked around the house to confiscate anything that she could use as a weapon or a means to call for help. He quickly replaced the chain and attached a leash to the collar. After that, he decided to wake up Jane.
"Wake up, you sleeping bitch!" Mike lightly slapped Jane awake.
Jane woke up all groggy, tried to rub her eyes, but realized her hands were still cuffed, so instead, rubbed her cum-stained face on the pillow. She saw Mike naked, holding her leash in his hand. He pulled the leash attached to her collar to make her sit up.
"Lets go get your dirty ass cleaned up."
Jane reluctantly followed Mike, as he led her to the bathroom. He uncuffed her, but kept the collar and leash on her neck. He pulled her bra and tee off of her and let her do her business, but with him watching.
"Can I get some privacy?" Jane voiced her frustration, as she sat on the toilet trying her best to cover herself with her hands.
"Slaves don't get privacy."
"I am not a slave!"
"You literally have a collar and leash on your neck!"
Jane didn't argue any further, and just groaned in frustration. She had been raped again by Mike the day before, but having him watch her take a shit, made her feel especially humiliated and vulnerable. Jane covered her face, trying her best to ignore his presence, but the occasional tugs on the leash made sure she knew he was watching her.
After that, Jane was allowed to go brush her teeth. She took the opportunity to take the Plan B that she had hid in the medicine cabinet. She glanced at Mike and saw him tentatively watching her, but didn't stop her from taking the pill.
When she hopped into the shower, Mike, again, kept a watch on her. Seeing her washing herself, gave him a boner. Jane just silently mouthed 'pervert'. She washed herself properly, cleaning off the evidence of the previous day's abuse.
Just as she finished drying herself, Mike took her towel, then he led her naked by the leash to the kitchen. On the way, she was again thinking about the absurdity of her situation-- a naked young man was walking her like a pet in her home.
Jane saw there were some leather cuffs and chains on the counter. Mike grabbed those cuffs and locked them above just above her elbow then looped the chains through the rings going around her waist and locked it behind her back. In doing so, Jane's elbows were tucked to her side with some slack, but her hands were free. She thought it was the end of it, but then Mike took another, shorter, chain, attached it to the front chain, passed it between her legs, and locked it taut behind her back-- making the chain wedge into her cunt like a crotch rope. Any movement caused the chain between her legs to rub against her pussy. When she tried to adjust to her new restraints, it only made it more uncomfortable for her. She was now beginning to feel more and more like a 'slave'.
Mike finally put on an apron on her. Then spanked her exposed butt. "Start cooking! I am getting hungry!"
"Then get this stupid thing off of me!"
SPANK
"You are a smart bitch, cheating behind your husband without him knowing. I am sure you can figure this out, too."
SPANK
Mike left the kitchen and sat at the dining table catching up on his socials. Jane clearly made her frustrations known, only to be ignored by him. But she was glad he didn't put the vibe in her cunt this time. She was a little surprised that he left her unattended with knives and other sharp utensils in her reach. But the rattling of the chains, her limited movement and her naked body made sure that any sneak attack would be out of the question.
Jane cooked an omelet, sandwiches and two cups of coffee, but made Mike's portion extremely spicy and his coffee bitter black on purpose. She took the plates and walked over to the dining table, where he was sitting, butt naked. Jane carefully placed the plate in front of him and was about to take the seat opposite to him, when Mike ordered her to sit on his lap.
She saw he was already semi-erect; she scoffed at him. Mike promptly grabbed her from behind, being careful not to make her drop the plate in her hands. He undid the apron and let it fall on the floor, then he unlocked the chain going between her legs and let it fall to the floor, too. Jane unintentionally sighed in relief when the pressure was relieved from her crotch, but when Mike touched her cunt, a shiver ran down her spine.
The constant pressure from the chain had made her more sensitive than usual. Jane could already feel his erection grinding on her ass and getting harder. Mike groped her and slowly walked back to his chair, taking her with him. Jane put her plate next to Mike's. He sat down, lined his cock at her cunt and pulled her onto himself; Jane gasped, as she felt his raw cock push inside of her.
Mike groped Jane and rocked his legs, 'fucking' her a little.
"This is more comfortable than the cold-ass chair, isn't it?"
While Jane did find the warmth of his lap a bit comforting after cooking naked, it was obvious she couldn't tell the truth, so she quickly spat, "NO."
When Jane was about to grab her sandwich, Mike quickly grabbed both of her wrists and held them firm using his left hand.
"Let's see what your cooking tastes like."
Mike grabbed his sandwich and took a small bite. He immediately coughed when the spice hit his throat. He looked at Jane with a you-shouldn't-have-done-that look. His grip on her wrists got even more tight. She audibly gulped. Then he took his cup and could tell the coffee was black as fuck, so he put it back down. Next, he took a bite out of Jane's sandwich, and then took a sip of her coffee.
"Could use a little more milk though."
Mike put the coffee down and scooted the chair until Jane's tits were above the cup. He still held her wrists tightly with his left hand. She squealed when Mike groped and pinched her nipples without mercy, until she squirted some milk out of her jugs. Jane looked at Mike, disgusted, as he proceeded to take the sip from the cup, this time with a pleasant expression on his face.
Mike then proceeded to slowly finish Jane's plate, leaving his plate untouched. She was getting hungry, too; her stomach growled loudly, she tried to wiggle her hands free, but Mike didn't let go of her. All the while, she could feel something sinister boiling inside Mike.
After Mike was done eating and drinking the coffee, he scooted the chair back. He hugged Jane from behind and picked her up and tossed her to the floor just beside the table. He forced her to kneel and then bent her over. Mike grabbed the chain that had been between her legs and tied her wrists to the chain at her back, leaving her butt completely exposed. Jane couldn't see, but heard him pouring water on something. Mike then picked up the wet apron, twisted it then snapped it at her ass without any warning. Jane's eyes lit up and her ass was on fire. She screamed at the top of her lungs
"YOU STUPID CUNT!!!"
Twist... SNAP
"THINKING YOU ARE SO..."
Twist... SNAP
"... FUCKING CLEVER."
Twist... SNAP
"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH..."
Twist... SNAP
"...OF YOUR FUCKING ATTITUDE."
Twist... SNAP
Jane's ass was beaten to a pulp. The wet apron even cut her skin in some places. She was in so much pain, her screaming and begging almost became incoherent. With her wrists tied to the chain, she couldn't even cover her ass from the abuse. Anytime she tried to get up, Mike bent her over with more force and hit her harder for trying to resist.
Mike paused his assault for a brief moment. Jane thought that it was the end of it, but she couldn't have been more wrong. Just as she was catching her breath...
Twist... SNAP
The cursed apron hit directly at her cunt. Jane jumped forward in shock, her mind went blank for a split second. She turned over onto her back, trying to hide her ass from further abuse; she was relentlessly screaming and begging for mercy. She was rubbing her injured ass on the floor, but it didn't matter to her. She just didn't want to receive any more beating.
After Mike was finished punishing Jane, she was bawling her eyes out. Her entire body was shaking from the pain. Her butt bruised, with little streaks on bloody cuts all over it. Her pussy received a single strike, but she had felt it the most. With her hands tied behind her back, Jane tried to rub her legs together, trying to somehow massage her aching cunt.
Mike approached Jane and turned her over onto her belly, then propped her up into a kneeling position. She was too much in shock to resist him manhandling her. He grabbed her by the waist and slammed his cock straight into her cunt. Pulled out... then SLAMMED back in... He fucked her like she was a cheap toy. Jane just held her position and was silently crying. His hips slapped against her bruised ass, sending waves throughout her body with each thrust. Jane never would've thought her little act of hubris would get her punished so brutally.
After a while, Mike began fucking her in a rapid pace and with loud grunts, then came in her cunt. He pulled Jane by the hair and was groping her breasts as his dick spewed more and more into her womb. Jane also had an orgasm, but it was buried under all of the pain her burning ass was feeling. When he had drained his balls completely, he reached out and grabbed his plate, held it just below their joined sexes and pulled out. His cum leaked all over the plate. Mike put the plate aside and grabbed the black coffee. Jane's cunt was on autopilot and was trying to squeeze out as much cum as possible; this time, straight into the coffee cup. Jane's mind was too cloudy to make sense of what Mike was doing until a hard slap brought her back to reality.
Jane saw the plate-- the sandwich and omelet covered in globs of thick, whitish cum, and the black coffee with strings of cum floating on top. Mike yanked her hair and looked straight into her eyes. Jane could see the rage seething in him.
A SLAP on her other cheek.
"EAT UP, BITCH!"
Without waiting for Jane to respond. Mike forced her face into the plate. The spice immediately burned her nose, some of it getting into her eyes. She took a bite of the vile food and began coughing it out. Mike yanked her head back and closed her mouth with his hand, Jane looked at him in panic, as she started choking. Snot flew out of her nose as she desperately tried to breathe, fighting the gag reflex caused by the spicy food. And somehow, she managed to swallow it. Then Mike pushed her face back into the plate and repeated the process all over again, until she finished the plate; occasionally forcing her to drink the black and white-cum coffee, which made the foul taste of the cum-soaked food even worse.
After Jane managed to finish the plate and the cup, Mike freed her wrists, her elbows still chained to the torso. He, again, crotch roped the chain between her legs. The chain had warmed up to her body temperature, but its hard metal links rubbed against her bruises. Mike placed the other plate and cup in front of her and SPANKED her to get them cleaned up. Jane picked up the plates and the cups, then Mike pulled her up by the hair and SPANKED her again to hurry up.
Jane's legs were shaking, but the fear of further punishment made her pick up her pace and hurry into the kitchen. She silently sobbed while cleaning the dishes. She could feel her butt burning. And the spicy 'revenge food' that she had made for Mike was burning her insides. It was a miracle that she didn't puke it all out, probably because she was so incredibly hungry.
For the rest of the day, Jane was forced to do the house chores naked with her arms chained and a leash around her neck, further cementing her new status as a 'slave'. In the evening, Mike made her suck his cock as he was watching some porn, and forced her to swallow every single drop. And for what little that dropped onto the floor, Jane was slapped and made to lick it off the couch and the floor. After the lunch punishment, she made a normal dinner with no funny business. But like at lunch time, Mike made her sit on his lap again, with his cock in her cunt. He did not fuck her during dinner, nor made her eat any cum-covered food.
Mike did fuck her roughly when they went to bed. Jane's hands were tied behind her back and her collar was chained to the bed. He fucked her in missionary, putting his weight on her ample breasts. Being chained up for the most of the day had made her clit and her cunt lips very sensitive, as they had rubbed against the hard chain. And the pain from her bruised ass rubbing against the bedsheet raised a different kind of feeling inside her, the same that she felt when Mike fucked her raw at lunch.
'Am I getting pleasure from the pain? Am I a masochist?' Jane thought to herself. And soon enough, she came again when Mike choked her with one hand and mauled her tits with the other.
Mike finished inside her once again, and then took his phone and snapped a couple of pictures of Jane bound and with cum oozing from her inflamed pussy and pooling under her, soaking into the bed. Jane didn't object and looked away with tears in her eyes, only to be grabbed by the cheeks, slapped, called names and forced to look at the camera. After Mike finished capturing Jane's degradation, he left to get some fresh air.
Jane, tired from the day's abuse and humiliation, fell asleep within minutes.
Mike, leaning against the balcony railing, made a call to a particular friend of his to book an appointment for the next day. After finishing the call, he returned to the bed and found Jane already asleep and slept naked beside her, with his arms on her breasts and his leg over hers
Day 3
Mike woke up in the morning. Just like the previous day, Mike slapped Jane awake. She was, again, led to the bathroom on a leash. He, again, kept an eye on her as she freshened up. When Jane looked into the medicine cabinet, she saw that the Plan B pills were missing. With a worried look, she glanced at Mike who had a smirk on his face. Jane knew this was her punishment for yesterday's stunt.
After that, she was, again, chained up and was made to cook breakfast. This time, Mike inserted an egg vibe, on a low setting, inside of her before passing the chain between her legs. After cooking the breakfast, Jane waited for Mike to order her to sit on his lap, again. But to her surprise, Mike let her eat in her own seat, while remaining chained up. While eating, Jane couldn't help but wonder if Mike had something planned for her.
After doing the dishes, Mike led Jane to the bedroom and gave her one of her tops and one of Sara's miniskirts. Jane objected to wearing her daughter's clothes because, first of all, she felt weird wearing Sara's clothes, and second, the skirt was a little small for Jane's size; bending over just a little bit would put her pussy and ass on display. But after a hard pull of her hair and a couple of smacks to her motherly breasts, she reluctantly wore the clothes without any further objection.
She had light makeup on. Under her clothes, Jane's crotch was still chained with the vibe inside of her. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and a leash tied to her collar, with Mike leading her to the door. Sensing his plan, Jane's step became more and more heavy, as they neared the door to the house. Mike opened the door and, again, tugged on her leash, but Jane didn't move.
"NO! The neighbors might see me!!"
Mike grabbed her by the hair and began dragging her towards the door. "Then you better hurry up and get in the car, or I will take you on a walk like the BITCH you are."
Swallowing hard, Jane surrendered and began walking at a quick pace, as Mike dragged her by the hair to Jane's family's car, and shoved her in the passenger seat. Mike hopped into the driver's seat, drove the car out of the garage and in front of the main gate, quickly got out to close the gate, and got back in. They were then in front of the apartment, sitting in the car together.
Before Jane could ask where they were going, Mike unzipped his pants and let out his erection. And gave Jane a sinister look. "Start sucking, and I will make the ride short, or I will remove your top and drive through the busiest street, so people can ogle at your breasts, some may even take some pictures, too."
Given the alternative, Jane quickly adjusted in her seat and turned towards Mike. He put his hands behind her head and guided her mouth to his cock. She began slowly sucking on his cock. Mike reached the remote and turned the vibration to the medium setting, making Jane groan around his cock. She could already feel her juices dripping out of her pussy.
"It's about a ten-minute ride to get there, you better make me cum before then. Got that?"
Fearing what humiliating punishment he might throw at her, Jane replied by sucking his cock with more enthusiasm. She felt disgusted and humiliated, as Mike patted her on the head like she was his bitch. And they headed off...
"Almost halfway there..." Mike reminded Jane, as he lightly slapped her cheeks.
Jane didn't know whether he meant their destination or his orgasm, but regardless, she forced herself to take his cock deeper and use her tongue more. Soon, she felt his cock swelling and twitching a bit more, he was about to cum.
Mike held the back of her head, and pushed in even more of his cock, almost reaching the back of her throat. "If you spill, then good luck explaining the cum stains to your husband!"
Then Mike came in her mouth. Jane tried her best to swallow as much as possible, in this awkward seating. She choked on it a little, but he held her head firm on his cock, and she kept a seal on his cock with her lips, not letting a single drop escape.
"AHHH!!! That's it! Take it all!!"
Jane managed to swallow almost everything, and was slowly using her tongue to clean his cock thoroughly. She felt his cock losing his erection, but Mike didn't let her up.
When they reached their destination, Mike pulled Jane up by her hair, and zipped up his pants. As he made his way to the passenger side, Jane had a horrid look on her face when she saw they were at a sex shop. She was still taking in the sight of the gothic shop, when Mike grabbed her by the hair and pulled her out of the car. After balancing herself on her feet, he led her by the leash into the shop. Her juices were then running down her thighs, with Mike's cum still on her lips.
"AYE!!! Hey man! Long time no see!!" the shopkeeper greeted Mike.
"Yeah... I got into a relationship with a college sophomore."
"She doesn't look like a sophomore to me."
"Oh, this Bitch...?" Mike pulled Jane closer and held her by her hair, manhandling her, showing her body to the shopkeeper. Jane is too embarrassed to speak up, as she was presented like merchandise, rather than a human being.
The shopkeeper caught a glimpse of her wedding ring and the wetness glistening down her inner thighs. "Damn! A married bitch this hot?! You got lucky, dude!"
"YEAH! She was getting bored with her husband and wanted to try something kinky. You got the piercings ready like I asked?"
Jane's eyes shot up at Mike. "Piercings? Please!! Don't do this to me! My husband will find out!!"
"Aww! Come on! You are a clever slut-- cooking up schemes, cheating behind your husband's back without letting him know, etc, etc. I'm sure you can come up with an excuse for the piercings, too!"
Mike then turned to address the shopkeeper. "These MILFs and their pride! Haha! Although, I find her reluctant-housewife behavior quite hot."
"Of course! Nothing quite like making one submit against their will! Besides, she is denying it but LOOK AT HER! She's dripping wet from excitement!"
Jane couldn't handle the humiliation in front of a stranger, and was almost tearing up. 'Did Mike already have this plan in mind? Was she still being punished for yesterday's behavior?' These were some of the questions that lingered in her mind that she may never know the answer to.
The shopkeeper headed to a different part of the shop, and Mike followed him with Jane on the leash. Soon they made it into a small room. While the rest of the shop had a gothic look to it, this room had a medical-clinical feel to it. The room was small, but big enough that even with the gynecological examination chair in the middle, it had enough space to have a couple of people in it, and some room for other equipment.
The sight of the examination chair with its stirrups, sent a shiver down her spine. Or was it the egg vibe that caused it? Not even Jane knew which it was.
Mike untied her hands and ordered her to strip. Jane reluctantly did so, eliciting a whistle from the shopkeeper. Jane immediately tried to hide her body with her hands. Mike swatted her hands to the side, and unlocked the crotch chain. She sighed when the pressure of the chain was released, as it left clear impression of the chain links on her skin. Then Mike, suddenly, pulled the egg vibe out of her, taking Jane by surprise. She unknowingly moaned loudly. When she realized what she just had done, she saw both men smiling at her, their bulges already apparent.
Mike then ordered Jane to sit in the gyno chair. Then both men strapped her arms to the the padded armrests, put her legs up in the stirrups, and strapped them, too. Jane began panicking a little when she realized she couldn't move an inch. Then Mike spread her legs apart. She began panting.
After being crotch-chained and having the vibe inserted in her cunt for the entire morning had stimulated her physically. Here, being trapped in this humiliating and vulnerable position, in front of a stranger, no less, had made Jane emotionally stimulated, too. And the wetness between her legs betrayed her mind once again.
Mike ran his hands on Jane's spread apart legs, feeling her thighs and slowly making his way to her crotch. He smirked as another sinister idea popped up in his head. Jane shook her head but there was no stopping Mike.
"Hey! Pierce her tits when she gives the cue!"
The shopkeeper had a puzzled look for a moment. Just when he was about to ask what the 'cue' would be, Mike shoved two of his fingers in Jane's cunt and began violently fingering her. And with his other hand, he rubbed her clit. Jane pleaded weakly, which only made Mike pick up his pace. Both men could see Jane trying to suppress her impending orgasm.
The shopkeeper quickly took his place near her right breast. Even strapped down, Jane was shaking a bit, so he grabbed her tit in a vice-like grip, which further added to Jane's stimulation, and pressed the piercing gun on her erect nipple. Jane stared at the stranger, as he squeezed her tit like a stress ball. He smiled back. She could no longer keep eye contact, when the orgasm crashed through her body; she squirmed in the bondage. Taking his 'cue', he pulled the trigger and pierced her nipple with a hollow needle, then let go of her tit. Jane was still cumming, as she looked at her tit, the needle poking through her delicate flesh and the giant handprint on her skin. It took her a second or two to process the pain, and when she finally felt it, her whole body jittered against the straps.
As Jane's orgasm wore off, she lay defeated in the chair, trying to catch her breath. She weakly shook her head when the shopkeeper took his place next to her left tit and Mike rubbed his fingers. They repeated the process for her left nipple. Jane was tired and breathing heavily after being forced to orgasm twice.
Just when she thought this horrifying ordeal was over, Mike said, "Let me do the last one!"
'Last one?' Jane's mind was on alert.
She looked towards Mike, who was still between her legs, but by then, he had removed his pants; his cock fully erect. Jane pleaded again, apologized for her behavior the day before, but Mike didn't listen-- and slowly inserted his cock into her inflamed cunt.
Then, he began rubbing and pulling on her clit. 'Last one' echoed in her mind, and tears started pooling in her eyes. The shopkeeper loaded another needle into the gun and handed it to Mike.
Mike began fucking her slowly, picking up the pace with every passing moment. Jane put all her remaining strength into trying to break free. Her struggles were quite the entertainment for the men to watch. But when the straps didn't budge, Jane surrendered. Adding to her horror, the shopkeeper grabbed both of her tits and jiggled them roughly; a drop of blood trickling from the freshly pierced nipples.
Mike was then pounding away at Jane's abused cunt. Pulling and rubbing her clit to prepare it for the final piercing, each thrust slowly chipped away at her resolve-- slowly pushing her towards another dreaded orgasm.
Then with loud grunts, Mike came inside her. His orgasm coincided with Jane's. As his hot spunk filled her insides, the shopkeeper pressed onto her tits to stop her from quivering as much as possible. Then, at the height of their orgasm, Mike pulled the trigger and pierced Jane's clit. Her eyes shot up in pain. Her mind made the forbidden connection between the pain and the pleasure. She screamed her lungs out, as Mike finished this sick, adulterous ritual.
The pain, the humiliation, and the unwanted pleasure, finally pushed Jane to her limit and she passed out with Mike's cock still pumping inside of her.
***
Mike lightly slapped Jane awake. She took a minute to get to her bearings, realizing that she was still strapped to the stirruped chair and had her legs apart. Then she noticed the change-- the needles had been replaced with rings of about an inch in diameter. Her eyes darted to the two men. Mike had a huge grin on his face, and the shopkeeper had a pleasant look of satisfaction for the work he had done. Then Jane looked back at the piercings, still unable to come to terms that her body had been 'decorated'.
The men undid the straps, and Mike helped Jane to her feet. As she slowly walked towards her clothes, she was constantly looking at her piercings. They were lightweight, but their presence was more apparent with every step she took. Jane took a moment to massage the flesh around the piercings, still hesitant to touch them directly. She could feel the heightened sensitivity caused by the new jewelry.
Jane's eyes wandered to her wedding ring, then back at the new piercings. A small single ring to remind her that she was someone's wife, three large rings to remind her that she had become someone's slave. This was her punishment for cheating on her husband, she thought to herself.
Jane carefully put her clothes back on. She winced a little when the piercings pushed against the cloth and pulled on her nipples and clit. She was a little relieved that it didn't cause any further bleeding. Even with clothes on, it was clearly visible that she had piercings. Mike approached Jane and tied her hands behind her back, making her puff up her chest a little, and the piercings more apparent. He reattached the leash and led her to the front of the store. As they walked, the new foreign feeling in her nipples and clit made Jane itch.
When the trio made it back to the front counter, Jane saw there were other employees and customers, too. 'Were they there when they first entered the shop? Did they hear her scream?' she thought to herself, and again, her humiliation went up a notch when she noticed everyone was staring at her being led like a bitch, and at her new piercings. 'At least I am not naked,' Jane reassured herself.
"And now, the other thing I requested?" Mike reminded the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper fetched a suitcase from under the counter and put it on top, facing Mike. Mike opened the suitcase; there were different buttplugs of increasing size, the largest one still only half the girth of Mike's cock; an enema kit; and some lube.
Jane looked at him, and saw him grinning.
"Want to do the honors?" Mike offered the shopkeeper.
"Would love to!" he accepted.
As the shopkeeper was making his way to the front of the counter, Jane pleaded with Mike not to do it in front of everyone. But he just simply bent her over, pressing her cheek on the counter, and held her in that position. Her miniskirt lifted up and revealed Jane's bruised ass to everyone present. And the new clit piercing was peeking from between her legs.
SPANK!
The shopkeeper picked the smallest one, and put some lube over it; doing it all in front of Jane, like a butcher sharpening his knife in front of an animal. Then he reached for her exposed ass, and groped her roughly. The pain from yesterday's punishment still lingered in Jane's butt.
SPANK! SPANK!
Jane struggled, but Mike held her firm. Her eyes darted around the shop at the other customers, who, instead of helping her, were clearly enjoying her humiliation. Some of them were even touching themselves, watching her.
Then Jane felt the tip of the buttplug rubbing against her anal entrance. She reflexively clenched her butthole, and got two more hard spanks from the shopkeeper.
"Relax, bitch!"
She obeyed his command and closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath. Just when she relaxed a bit, her eyes shot open in surprise. The shopkeeper pushed the buttplug in with a strong push. Her body tried to push the foreign object out of her body, but the shape of the plug prevented it from being pushed out.
SPANK!
Mike pulled Jane by her hair. She was burning hot with shame and humiliation. As she stumbled a little, she could feel the object inside her butt making her feel even more uncomfortable.
Mike thanked the shopkeeper. Then ordered his bound slave to thank him as well. Jane hesitated a bit, remembering how he had pinched her breasts like a soft toy and pierced her nipples. Mike slapped her in front of everyone.
Then she weakly mouthed, "Thank you, sir."
The shopkeeper simply smiled back. Then he handed Mike a small bag with a few more items for the maintenance of the piercings. Then Mike started to walk Jane back to the car with the leash. The handprint on her cheek felt warm. Jane's eyes met with other customers. Some had a look of sympathy on their faces, some were delighted with her suffering.
When they reached the car in the parking lot, Jane was still nervously scanning the people looking at her, hoping that none of them knew her. Mike shoved her into the passenger seat. The buttplug pushed into her more and the piercings were making her itch.
After Mike sat in the driver's seat, he pulled Jane down again towards his dick, and made her suck his cock on their way back to the apartment. She was relieved that the plug wasn't pushing into her any more, and also there was no crotch chain either, but the itching in her freshly pierced flesh still remained. She obediently cleaned the remnants of the cum of when her clit was pierced during the creampie orgasm. He ordered her to keep him hard.
Upon reaching the apartment, Mike dragged Jane by the hair inside and headed straight to Sara's bedroom. Then he threw Jane onto her daughter's bed.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME??!"
"You seem to keep forgetting your place, so it will help you remember who you are!"
"You already beat me to death yesterday!! Wasn't that enough?"
"I decide what is enough!"
"Please! Please! Don't do this to me! What will I tell Robert!?"
"That's not my problem! And if you ever take these out yourself, then I will tell your innocent, oblivious husband EVERYTHING! Then brand you permanently!"
She was tired from the piercing ordeal, but still gathered her strength and courage to oppose Mike from taking her on her daughter's bed. Before Jane could get off the bed, Mike quickly grabbed one of Sara's panties and shoved it in Jane's mouth.
"You run your mouth too much! Maybe next time, I'll pierce your tongue, then you'll give me even better head! Haha!"
Mike tore off her top and slid Sara's miniskirt up to Jane's waist, and then without further ado, raped Jane on her daughter's bed.
No matter how much Jane tried to scream or plead, all that came out were muffled groans. Her entire body jerked from Mike's brutal thrusts. And so did the ring piercings. Jane was still not used to the foreign objects tugging on her sensitive areas, and it forced an arousal from her even when she tried her best no to get pleasure from the abuse.
Her clit piercing, in particular, aroused her the most-- not only it was attached to the most sensitive place on her body, it was large enough to rub against Mike's cock when he fucked her, stimulating her even further. Her bruised ass rubbing against the bedsheet was a constant reminder of why she was being punished.
Even with being assaulted with such intensity, Jane held on and suppressed her orgasm. She didn't want to give Mike anymore satisfaction than what he had already taken from her. But he was having none of that. Mike slapped Jane hard multiple times, swelling her eye a little. Then he grabbed her neck and began choking her. Jane looked at Mike, with tears in her eyes, pleading again, only to be muffled by her daughter's panties.
Both of them locked eyes with each other. Jane could see the anger that lingered in Mike's eyes. As her breathing got harder and harder, so did her control over her own body. Her lungs started burning. Jane could feel her own pulse straining against Mike's grip.
Just when Jane was about to pass out, Mike roared and flooded her womb with his cum. Jane felt a jolt of energy. She lost the remaining control she had over her body as it betrayed her, and reached its climax on its own, following its Master
Mike let go of Jane's throat. She coughed and gasped for air, her body twitching and jerking, as it felt the aftershocks of the orgasm. Her cunt was clenching and milking every last drop of cum from Mike's cock. Mike lay next to Jane, and both of them fell asleep on Sara's bed.
Day 4
Jane woke up, and the first things she saw were her collar chained to the headboard and her piercings, reminding her of her new status in the house. She strained her eyes to look around a bit. Mike wasn't there, and she could hear faint sounds from the bathroom. She realized her mouth wasn't gagged anymore, and a type of gel had been applied to her pierced skin.
Soon, Mike entered the bedroom, and then sat down beside Jane. He moved some hair out of her face and greeted her with a smile. "Good morning, my bitch!"
This was the first time Mike had greeted Jane in the morning, and he chose to address her as his bitch. Jane was getting used to being called a bitch, but being called like she was his pet, repulsed Jane to her core.
Mike caressed Jane's cheek for a moment, then SLAPPED her out of the blue. "A bitch greets her owner!"
SLAP
Then Mike grabbed Jane by the cheeks, and forced her to look at him.
Jane weakly mouthed, "Good morning, sir."
Mike's pretend-smile returned. "Let's get you cleaned up!"
Mike led Jane by the leash to the bathroom. She saw the enema kit on the basin. This time, he didn't untie her hands. She gasped, when Mike yanked the buttplug out of her ass. Jane was glad he didn't make her lick it clean. Then, Mike made her empty her bowels with the leash still on her neck. Jane felt more like a pet bitch than a person at this point.
After she was done, Mike used the bidet shower to give her asshole a quick wash. Jane had been raped by him multiple times by then, but she still felt embarrassed having another person, let alone her rapist, cleaning her up. A shiver ran through her body when Mike aimed the bidet at her pierced clit.
Once Mike cleaned her up enough, he pulled Jane up by the collar. She thought then that they would have a bath, but Mike turned her around, and bent her over the toilet. With the toilet seat pressed into her sternum, Jane was then facing straight into the toilet. She could see the unflushed turds still swimming in the bowl; she coughed when the stench burned her eyes and nose. Jane tried to get up, but Mike had held her firmly down. She didn't make any further attempts, fearing that he might dunk her head into the toilet, and kneeled there waiting for something to happen.
Soon, Mike was rubbing the head of the enema kit's nozzle at her butthole. Having had the buttplug in for so long, the shape of the nozzle and the lubrication made it easy for it to slip into her ass, despite her natural reflex to clench her ass shut. And soon, water was being pumped into Jane's bowels.
She had never done anal, never had an enema, either. She felt strange and bloated, as Mike squeezed more and more water into her. He moved his other hand to her slightly swollen belly and gave it a light squeeze. That light touch was enough to make Jane feel like she was about to burst. He squeezed some more water into her, until Jane started to groan.
"Please! Stop it!!"
"Just a little more..."
Jane tried to look back, but Mike held her head in the toilet, threatening to dunk her at any moment. And pumped her a little more.
Mike felt her belly again, and after being satisfied, told her to hold it in and slowly pulled the nozzle out. Jane clenched her butt with all might. Mike manhandled her and turned her around to make her sit on the toilet. The moment her ass touched the seat, Jane let go. She grumbled loudly, as the filthy water came gushing out. She strained herself, trying to get every last drop out of her body. After she was done, Mike flushed her bowels with an enema two more times.
"Now, let's see the results!"
Jane was then again bent over the toilet looking into the bowl. It had not been flushed yet, but all the enemas have diluted the filth a little. Mike spread her ass cheeks a little, and pushed his index finger inside; she felt a little awkward, having someone poke around inside her. Jane gasped, when Mike suddenly pushed his middle finger inside her, as well. Her asshole clenched around the intruders, but he still fingered her a little before pulling out his fingers. They looked clean.
Mike grabbed Jane by the hair and turned her towards himself. Jane, knowing where this was going, tried to keep her mouth shut and turned her head away, but to no avail. Mike, with a sinister grin, rubbed his two fingers that had just been inside her, on her lips trying to pry them open; he even rubbed his fingers on her nose, like a dog owner trying to make his dog spit out something that his dog had eaten. His fingers looked clean, but there was still a stench on them.
Afterwards, Mike's fingers made their way inside her mouth. With his other hand still holding Jane's head, he toyed with her tongue, making sure she had a good taste of her own ass. Jane kept her eyes closed, tearing up. Mike inserted his ring finger, as well. She gagged and squirmed as his fingers rummaged around inside her mouth.
Jane gasped and coughed violently, when Mike finally pulled out his fingers. He uncuffed her hands. Then thoroughly washed his own hands, as Jane was still trying to catch her breath. She glared at him for a moment, but not wanting to trigger him, she quickly looked down. Jane went straight to brush her teeth, and tried to wash her mouth out thoroughly. She looked in the medicine cabinet, again, no pills. She glanced at Mike's reflection, who had the usual smirk on his face. Her swollen eye had almost healed.
Then Jane took a warm shower. She tried to carefully clean around her new ornaments. But the piercings did their job-- even the water hitting them and her sensitive skin were enough to keep her aroused. Jane tried her best to hide her arousal from Mike's hungry eyes.
After showering, Mike threw her the apron, which she carefully put on. The fabric rubbing against her piercings was still an uncomfortable feeling for her. Then Mike chained her elbows to her waist and handcuffed her hands in front of her, with enough slack that she could cook, but couldn't reach back to her ass. Then Mike inserted a buttplug in her ass, slightly larger than the last one-- no egg vibe this time-- and left her alone to cook breakfast, while he watched TV. He had a clear line of sight of her, as well.
The constant rubbing of her pierced nipples, the clit ring dangling, and the new buttplug kept her on edge, but Jane was slowly getting used to them. All of a sudden, strong vibrations shook her up. She yelped and nearly dropped the plate she was holding, when the shock ran through her body-- it was the buttplug.
It had a vibration function, as well, that she didn't know about; however, Mike did. He was looking at Jane with delight, as she nearly fumbled to the ground. He paused the vibe for her to catch her breath. When she looked at him, Mike turned on the vibe at full intensity. Jane groaned and screamed in frustration.
He toyed with the remote, modulating the intensity at random. She nearly threw curses at him, but caught herself at the last second. He played with her until Jane finally screamed, when her orgasm hit her like a truck. Mike turned down the intensity, and demanded his breakfast. Gritting her teeth, she powered through the vibe and finished cooking the breakfast.
With the buttplug still vibrating in her ass, Jane served breakfast. Mike could see her jaw flexing, as she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists to control the sensation. He freed his erection out of his shorts, and ordered Jane to get under the table to suck his dick. She begrudgingly obeyed, and got down on all fours to crawl under the table. Jane hesitated for a moment, when his cock was inches away from her lips. Mike put his hand on her head and forced her to take it in her mouth. After a couple of persuasions, Jane began sucking on his cock.
Mike took his sweet time eating breakfast, while Jane kept working on his cock, occasionally ordering her to deepthroat him, or to lick his balls. After Mike finished eating, he held Jane's head and began skull-fucking her.
She prepared to swallow his load when she felt his cock twitching, as he was about to cum. But Mike pulled out and, instead, came on Jane's plate. He also made sure to put some in her coffee, too. He got up from his chair, and put the plate on the floor and poured the cum-coffee onto another plate.
He whistled. "Here puppy! Eat your food!" Mike called Jane, in a child-like mocking voice.
And like the good little bitch she had been forced to become, Jane crawled on all fours to the plate, and began eating the soiled breakfast, painfully swallowing the cum-soaked food, her pride, and her identity.
SPANK
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
SPANK
"Thank... ugh... you, sir!"
SPANK
"Good girl!"
Jane almost choked on the food, as Mike's hard spanks left marks on her butt.
Mike kneeled behind Jane, and began fucking her, doggystyle, her dangling piercings multiplying the stimulation, and the vibrating buttplug hammering into her ass with each of his hard thrusts.
The humiliation, the new and unfamiliar exotic feelings all over her body, made Jane cum the quickest she had ever done. With the soiled food in her mouth, her whole body shook on Mike's cock.
SPANK
"Damn! You really like being humiliated, don't you?"
SPANK
"I... don't... know... sir..."
Jane hated how her own body had kept betraying her. But whether she admitted it or not, she was beginning to get hooked on the feeling. She was becoming his bitch.
SPANK
"Maybe I will take you outside and we can find out for sure!!"
SPANK
"NO SIR! PLE--ugh!!"
Before Jane could finish her plea, Mike forced her face into the food, and began pounding away at her; as well as hitting her pink ass with a barrage of hard spanks, occasionally hitting the buttplug, making her squeal in pain.
Soon, as Mike was about to cum, he quickly pulled out and stood over Jane's head, and came all over her face, her hair, her back and some more on the food for good measure. Some of cum fell on his foot and he ordered Jane to clean it up. And she promptly got to work and obediently licked his foot clean.
Mike kneeled, his knees on either side of Jane's head. When he grabbed a fistful of her hair, she thought he would now make her lick his cock, but instead he wrapped her luscious hair around his cock and used it to wipe his dick clean. And then rubbed his cock on her head, smearing the last few leaking drops in her hair.
SPANK
"What do you say?"
SPANK
"Thank... you... sir..."
SPANK
"See? it isn't that hard when you submit, is it?"
"No... sir!"
Jane was sobbing at this point. But it was true. She was beginning to accept the fact that she enjoyed being humiliated and treated roughly. She needed to be humiliated and treated roughly.
Mike got up and resumed watching TV. Jane silently finished her pungent food. Mike forbade her from cleaning off the cum. So Jane had to spend the rest of day with his cum on her face and in her hair.
***
Day 5, night
Mike was sitting on the couch; Jane was on all fours worshiping his cock, wearing an eye mask. He was recording with one hand, holding her leash with the other.
"Aahh! Good bitch! Suck on my balls, too!"
Jane, with her eyes locked on Mike, took his cock out from her mouth, and tried swallowing his balls, sucking them and tugging on them a little, while slowly stroking his cock with her right hand.
"Stroke it with your left hand!"
Jane glared at Mike through her mask, knowing this would make her wedding visible in the recordings but she obeyed and began stroking his cock with her left hand, her wedding ring shining in the light, as it moved up and down his length.
"Now tell everyone how that tastes."
"It tastes good, sir."
"Better than your husband?"
She didn't speak.
"I asked you a question, bitch!" Mike tugged on Jane's leash.
"Yes... sir..."
"Say it properly."
"Your cock tastes better than my husband, sir."
"Good girl! Now tell me what you are!"
"I am a cheating whore, sir. And now I am being punished for cheating on my husband." Jane continued to do her task, trying to ignore the humiliation.
Mike shoved her away with his foot. He got up and tied her hands behind her back. Then he picked her up and put her upside down on the couch. Jane's head was then dangling from the edge. He removed her mask as he stood with her head between his legs, and played with her pierced clit, rubbing it and pulling on the ring, making Jane moan. Then, he slowly lowered his cock, and Jane opened her mouth to accept her abuser.
But Jane began to panic, when he slowly pushed in deeper and deeper, until he reached her limit, then forced his cock to the back of her throat. She flailed, as she tried to breathe. She frantically searched for Mike's eyes to plead with him, but all she saw was his ass. Then Mike pulled out, his cock slick with her spit. Jane was still coughing and gasping for air, when he lined up his cock once again.
Jane then shut her mouth and refused, which resulted in him slapping her cunt until she reluctantly opened her mouth for him. Then, bracing himself by holding the back of the couch, Mike face-fucked Jane without mercy, making her deepthroat him with each thrust; he fingered her pussy with one hand, while continuing to face-fuck her.
Jane gagged each time Mike's cock hit the back of her throat, and his relentless fingering pushed her closer to an orgasm. He turned up the intensity of the buttplug and hooked his thumb in her clit ring and began rubbing and pulling her clit using the piercing. Jane was overwhelmed from being assaulted from both ends, her body was desperate for release.
Mike shoved his cock straight down her throat and held it there. As Jane was quickly running out of breath, he forced another finger into her cunt, making her scream around his cock, wasting her precious air. He fingered her violently, playing and pulling her clit. The assault on her pussy made Jane unable to struggle for breath and just when she was on the verge of blacking out, her body jolted awake as the orgasm thrashed her body.
Mike finally pulled out his cock from her mouth, but the orgasm was so intense, that poor Jane still couldn't breathe as he continued to finger her pussy. Still suffering from the orgasm, Jane slid down the couch and tried to squirm away from him, not caring that her delicate clit was still hooked to his thumb. Mike let up but continued to finger her; she screamed and writhed on the ground, as Mike forced another orgasm out of her.
Jane's second orgasm broke her, her screaming stopped and she was completely lost in ecstasy. Mike finally let go of her cunt, but her pussy still throbbed in the aftermath. Jane stared blankly at the ceiling, with a slight expression of bliss on her face.
Jane was so out of her mind that she didn't even hear Mike degrading her, recording her, or even when he dragged her back to the couch and put her back in the same upside-down position, with her head dangling from the edge of the seat.
She slightly came back to her senses when Mike slapped his cock on her face, and Jane, as if being on autopilot, began licking his cock like a puppy. She cooed and moaned as she licked his cock. Mike rubbed his cock on her eyes, his balls resting on her nose as he put his asshole on her lips and ordered her lick it. Jane, who was still delirious, didn't hear the order and just kissed his butt. Mike grabbed the back of her head and SLAPPED her hard. As Jane came back to her senses, he again ordered her to lick his asshole. And Jane, who was still in subspace, began obediently licking it.
Jane's enthusiasm slowly died down when she began to realize what she was doing. The change in her expression was evident enough for Mike.
"Come on!! Use that sharp tongue of yours and lick it properly!"
Jane was then keeping her mouth and eyes shut again. Mike rubbed his balls all over her nose and eyes, and slapped his cock on her face. He put his asshole on her lips and blocked her nose with his balls.
Finally, Jane begrudgingly stuck her tongue out, but didn't lick. Mike, still holding her head, manhandled her to lick his entire ass crack. Using his other hand, he spread his ass cheeks a little and forced her to stick her tongue in his asshole.
No matter how much she tried to ignore it, Jane could distinguish the foul taste on her tongue, making her cough and gag. Her nose, too, was assaulted from the sweaty musk of his balls.
As Mike pulled her head away from his ass, Jane barely had any time to catch her breath, when he immediately shoved his wet cock down into her mouth. The dirty taste of his asshole became mixed with his pre-cum, filling her mouth. After jerking her head on his cock a couple of times, Mike pulled it out, rubbed it all over face, then put it back into her mouth.
Mike continued to use Jane's mouth like a Fleshlight. Tears were flowing from her eyes, but he didn't give her a single moment to protest. Mike grunted as he was about to cum, skull-fucking Jane more violently, making her motion sick. And when he finally came, he pinched her nose shut. His cum flooded her mouth and the upside-down position made it hard for Jane to swallow. She had a look of fear in her eyes, as she began choking on his cum; her body twitched wildly in an attempt to break free and breathe, but Mike didn't let go and kept pinching her nose with his cock shoved in her mouth.
Jane gagged and coughed out some of the cum, as Mike kept his cock inside her mouth.
After finishing, Mike wrapped Jane's hair around his cock and wiped it clean. Then he scooped some of the cum and spit that she had coughed out, and smeared it on her face, making sure to rub it in her skin, nose and eyes.
Luckily for Jane, not much had spilled onto the floor, or else Mike would've made her lick it off, too.
As Jane lay there on the couch, defeated and out of breath, Mike brought out some ropes and chains, and secured Jane to the couch.
Mike grabbed Jane by the cheeks, holding the phone with his other hand. "What are you?"
"I... am... your... filthy slave... sir..."
Satisfied with Jane's answer, Mike let go of her cheeks and wiped his fingers clean on her tits and her belly.
Jane silently watched as Mike headed to the master bedroom, leaving her alone for the night, with his cum smeared all over her face