Her natural blonde hair had shriveled after hours of sweating. The youthful skin of her lush cheeks was so red, she looked diseased, with fever. She had the blank, empty stare of a corpse. Her soft red lips were parted, a trail of drool flowing from between her white teeth. She was a battered beauty, like a vandalized Renaissance painting. Her screams had gone quiet, but the padded walls of the dungeon still remembered.
I put my fingers on her neck and quickly checked her pulse. Her breathing was ragged, she looked limp and lifeless in her chains. My heart was racing, from worry over her health, but even more over the excitement I felt having pushed her over the edge into this condition. I had no doubt she’d live through, she’d be no fun if she didn’t.
I had done as she’d requested. Her shaved pussy was soaked and leaking cum on the floor. The video camera I had set in the background, pointed directly at her crotch, was capturing everything, every cumshot and fart. Her round ass was red.
She blinked. Her eyes were focused again. She looked down on my exposed groin and licked her lips, invitingly. She wanted to suck out every drop that her pussy had failed to milk from my nut. She still craved for cock.
I couldn’t satisfy this woman no matter what I did. That’s what made her so exciting. She pushed me to evolve.
She knew fully well she could outlast every single man who ever touched her. She could fuck all day, when the average man completely lost interest after cumming just once. She was a demonic seductress who made her victims feel strong around her, even though she was the one always in charge.
Two hours of non-stop choking, whipping, and fucking without a condom had only stoked her appetite. She wasn’t full. None of her holes was even close to full. Her ass-pussy was slippery with lubricant, but clean from any fluids. Her mouth still had the musky taste of cock painted on her tongue, but she was hardly on the brink to barf.
No one man could sate the cravings of a young woman like her. One dick could barely scratch her deepest itch before going limp.
“Hey there, honey. Thought I lost you. You had me worried with that whole undead act. Are we fine?” I asked her in a gentle tone.
“I fucking consent. Just bring them in. I need to fuck so bad”, the woman blurted out, spitting practically invisible droplets of cum through her teeth.
“You promised me big dicks today. I don’t care who fucks me, just give it to me. I want to fuck them all right now”, she continued, a viscous trail of drool running down her red lips.
She stared me down with her glazed, unblinking eyes. Her mind was in a primal state of cum craze, her every thought was about sex. Fact that she periodically entered this state was the reason I married her in the first place. My wife was a horny bitch who needed discipline.
She wriggled in her chains, like trying to scratch an itch in her back. She was restless, full of adrenaline, no doubt slightly dehydrated, and delirious with conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure. I reached my hand towards her shiny blushed face, to pet her like the good girl she was. Her steeled eyes fixated on my hand. She abruptly thrust her body forward, like a beast pouncing its prey. She clacked her teeth, nearly biting my fingers.
I immediately gave her a swift open-palm slap on her face. This level of insolence was downright intolerable. Bitches get stitches.
“Behave, or the party is over. I got some friends joining us soon, if you can stop being a stupid bitch. Do you need any rest before they come down here? Food? Water?” I asked her firmly.
“Stop giving me shit and get me a dick!!” my wife howled so loud, specks of her spit landed on my face, like fruit flies taking a shit.
Today was our anniversary. I had prepared a special gift for her. Upstairs waited a group of men I had invited over. They would help extend the session beyond my own physical limits. And who knows, maybe watching my little slut get banged out of her mind would give me the energy for one more round.
“If one of them wears a fucking condom, I swear to God, I’m leaving you”, she threatened with a crazed look on her face.
She was pissed, and horny. I had rarely seen her so cock-hungry. Our past two hours together had only flared her up. She had waited for this day for so long, she wasn’t going to relent until she got what I had promised.
She wasn’t stopping her insolent behavior – punishment was necessary. After weighing different options for punishment, I came to a conclusion. I left my wife to hang in her chains. I gave a knock on the door to the dungeon, behind which a man was waiting for my signal.
“Bring in the party people”, I said through the door.
Three minutes passed. The door flung open. My wife was quickly surrounded by naked men stroking their erections. Everyone was ready to go on my signal. They had been watching a video feed upstairs of my wife’s pussy from the past two hours. The video camera pointed at her crotch was set for streaming.
When she felt a guy grabbing her butt and inserting her quivering mushroom tip on her throbbing vaginal lips, she didn’t move a muscle. She let the dick slide right between her folds, with a wide, victorious grin on her face.
“Oh ho ho ho, you’re way bigger than my husband! Fuck me good and I’ll leave him for you! Deal?!” my wife cackled like a dark witch reciting a death spell.
I jolted at her insulting words, but baited my breath. Under any other circumstances, I would’ve sent the men home and whipped her until she cried. Bargaining on our marriage was off-limits. We had discussed this just last month, the first time she did it. I forgave for that time, but this time she didn’t choose her words in the heat of the moment. She did it while looking at me straight in the eye. She was testing me, taunting me, relishing my blank expression. She was completely cognizant of the impact her insult had on me.
She wanted it rough tonight. She wanted pain.
“Can we have sex with your wife already?” one of the guys asked me.
“No. She requested special restraints for the next hour. I need to prepare her before you guys can take your turn with her”, I replied firmly while turning away from the scene to fetch supplies.
“What about him? Why does he get to pump her?” the same guy asked with restrained envy in his voice.
“He helped organize the event, so he gets some privileges”, I replied, ending the conversation.
The truth was, she hadn’t requested any additional restraints for the main event. What I was planning to do was gag her, so she couldn’t say her safe word. The event was planned to escalate and escalate until she uttered her safe word – but the guys didn’t know the word. They also didn’t know our non-verbal safe words. If she couldn’t break character, everyone would assume her visible discomfort was part of the plan. This would be her punishment.
When I found the black leather gag, I walked straight up to her before she could say another word. She was moaning like a cat in heat, completely lost to the pleasure of the big dick churning up her buttered love hole. I grabbed her face, and shoved the gag in her mouth before she could scream me to stop. I fiddled with the seal until it clicked, and stepped back.
The man currently pounding her pussy pumped his hips at a steady pace. My wife, held in place by her chains, stared at me in disbelief while her shoulders, her legs, and her whole body shook from the power of her current sex partner’s vaginal thrusts. She was catching on quickly to my pattern of thought.
She had crossed a line. She had done it knowingly. She was asking for this. Staring directly into her hazy eyes, I raised my voice and said:
“She requested a rough gang rape scenario. Our safe word in this event is non-verbal. Until I say you’re going overboard, you can go as hard as you want. If she looks to be in pain, she’s enjoying herself.”
Arms with coarse palms circled her body, like tentacles. She was squeezed and groped. In the span of minutes, virtually every inch of her body was touched. Her breathing was heavy, she quivered with anticipation. Soon, her face was being licked hungrily by two guys who were simultaneously groping her breasts, like dough.
The guy churning her pussy kept picking up his pace, grunting like a caveman. He grabbed her ass and was ready to cum. His engorged mushroom tip never pulled out, while his shaft was white and gooey, coated with my three cumshots worth of semen. Her hole was so well lubricated by cum, pussy juice, and lube, her current partner could pound away with ease.
I shooed away the men licking her face with a gesture of my hand. Her cheeks and forehead were glistening, like on a wax statue. Her gag remained firmly in place. Only whimpering moans were able to escape her lips, along with obscene amounts of drool.
I placed my hand gently on her cheek, now that she couldn’t attempt to bite me. She was shivering, no distinct emotion on her face. She was either pissing herself out of fear of what I was planning, or relishing the anticipation. Probably both. Either way, she showed no more signs of defiance.
I leaned close to her face to whisper into her ear:
“You will be raped today, just like you always wanted. If you were joking, it’s too late now. You should relax, and not struggle too much – men get aroused when a woman struggles.”
The man behind her locked his hips with her. Keeping her butt cheeks firmly in his palms, he splurged his load so deep inside her love cavern, not a drop leaked out. He sighed deeply, and gave her butt a snappy slap before passing the turn to the next guy.
Her eyes practically rolled over on the moment of the ejaculation. My wife loved the feeling of men shooting their hot loads into her. She relished the feeling so much, she married me, just to be able to monopolize my daily cumshots. She wanted a regular, reliable, disease-free provider of cum and orgasms – for that reason alone, she wore the gown and said “I do” in the Church she wasn’t even a member of.
“This is just the beginning. There’s a lot of men here who want to be inside of you. Hopefully they don’t break any bones”, I whispered to her.
I snapped her back into reality with a sharp slap on her cheek. There was no turning back now for her. The fucking would keep going until everyone had unloaded. The cum would flow until the men were dry.
Her chains were attached to the dungeon ceiling. They restricted her from doing certain sex positions. She was forced to stand and take dicks in her pussy and, with not a single dick in her mouth. Denying her the taste of cum, which she loved to death, was part of my punishment.
But not everyone could abstain from cumming while looking at the magnificent scene unfolding before them. Some guys jerked themselves off beyond the point of no return. Knowing this would happen, I had prepared several pint glasses on a table near her. Men who came from masturbation were instructed to ejaculate into the glasses. These cumshots were poured into a big glass bowl that was waiting for her at the end of the event. One of our rules was “not a drop of cum goes outside your body”. If it dripped out of her pussy, she had to eat it. If she barfed on the floor, she had to lap it up.
The fucking was non-stop. We had no fluffers, no porn videos playing on a projector. The only sexual outlet these men had was just her, hanging in chains getting her holes stuffed. Some guys went limp while waiting, some got bored and just let loose in a pint glass, and left. Some had enough energy to shoot it into both her holes before running out of bullets.
Over time, the crowd of bangers became smaller, and smaller, and smaller, while her holes became fuller, and fuller, and fuller.
We took a break after the first hour. Everyone pulled out of my wife and left the dungeon for snacks and drinks. There was plenty of food upstairs. I shooed away the stragglers who couldn’t get the hint, and closed the door when they left. During my moment of alone-time with her, I removed her gag to let her speak.
“Still having fun, honey”? I asked in a low voice.
“I… love you”, she uttered with a ragged breath.
That phrase was our safe word. I measured her up with my gaze from head to toes, observing her for marks of any bruises, or bleeding. She seemed fine, which meant that she had met her physical limit earlier than she had expected. Our original plan was to host a two-hour bang, but that plan had to be scrapped.
I pulled a beige-colored old mattress from our dungeon’s storage room, and placed that below her. I unlocked her chains and let her down with her arm around my shoulder. She was completely covered in semen, sweat, and dirt. Her butt was red from everyone slapping her during sex and after cumming. Her pussy was overflowing with cum, but only small trickles kept coming out. Even though her vagina and womb were no doubt full to the brim, almost nothing was coming out.
I left her on the mattress for a minute. She could barely speak from her fatigue. Without her even asking, I got her water, and a handful of biscuits. I wrapped a blanket around her and gave her a hug. I put the water bottle on her lips. I kept pouring the water, until she cracked a smiled. Her skin smelled like a sewer, but I didn’t let that bother me. I fed her biscuits and water, listening to her breath and observing her body language.
We stayed there, hugging each other in silence, until my body warmth seeped into her. Her limp body started squirming again, and she looked up at me.
“Please finger my clit… I’m too tired, and really want to cum one more time”, my wife whispered with a tinkle in her eye. Her eyes were moist with tears of happiness. Her cheeks were blushed.
I slipped my hand on her pussy. Her clitoris was completely swollen, and hot to the touch. I stroked her clit and folds the way she liked, waiting to hear her sweet moaning. She purred like a cat when the sudden orgasm rocked her petite body.
“I’ll send the guys home. Can you wait here a minute?” I asked her.
She nodded, biting her lip. She was drooling. I wiped it off her chin with my thumb and gave her a shallow kiss on the lips.
I left her for only a moment to tell my guy waiting beyond the door to send everyone home. There was mild racket from upstairs, as the guys flocked to the shower to get washed before heading out. In half an hour, everyone was dressed. The sound of their shoes echoed from upstairs as everyone exited the front door.
We stayed on the mattress until she could walk again. She was too weak to walk upstairs to the shower, so I helped her to the guest bed downstairs. Soon as she felt the softness and warmth of the bed, she was quickly asleep.
I stayed with her, petting her blonde hair for 15 minutes, even though she was smelly, even though she was messy. I left the water bottle next to the bed, and made sandwiches in the kitchen. I left the sandwiches next to the bed, so she could eat them when she woke up. I grabbed myself a spare mattress from upstairs, made my bed on the floor, and slept next to her.
The next morning, with the house empty, and no neighbors nearby, she got on top of me, and rode my dick like a porn star. We recited our safe word as many times we wanted, with only each other as the audience.
