by Gabi Moore
Adam slowly removed the hood, and it came off in a tangle of blonde waves, underneath which was her flushed, pretty face, so pink against the black of their suits, of the pool, of the situation itself. Like a magnet finding true North, her eyes shot instantly to me, and she searched my face.
“Don’t look at me,” I said. “Suck them. Both of them.”
She turned with deer-in-headlights eyes and peered up at both of them. Adam’s hand stroked down her wild hair and then took her chin in his hand, raising her gaze to both men. They looked down at her hungry. I had chosen these men because when it came to getting what they wanted, they didn’t hold back.
“You heard the man,” Adam said. His cock was shorter than mine, but thicker, and purplish. Nothing my little whore of a wife hadn’t seen before, of course. Her little hands clasped against his still-clothed hips and the cock went into her throat. Something kicked inside me. I tightened my hands around the arms of the chair, unable to tear my eyes away from the pink lips curled around his shaft.
Daniel stood to the side and waited his turn, his cock stabbing out from the slit in his trousers, the rest of him perfectly dressed, right down to the Rolex and cufflinks. He was larger than both Adam and I, and his cock had a pronounced bend upwards. I had never before considered other men this way, but I tried to see their bodies through Natasha’s eyes. I tried to picture them for the effect they’d have on her. I found myself staring at Daniel’s rod, pleased with the thought that this would please her the most. Maybe even hurt her.
The first few times Adam’s cock sank into her pretty mouth, she shot hesitant glances at me, almost waiting for me to stop her. When I didn’t, she threw herself into the task. Adam’s cock was soon slick as she slid her lips and tongues down and then up again, taking more and more of him each time.
Daniel pressed the swollen head of his cock against her cheek and she dutifully turned and opened her mouth for him, too. He plunged in with far less finesse and care than Adam did, and pressed himself all the way down into her throat. She gagged, pulled back and whimpered a little.
And I felt it. I felt her little heart beating in my own chest, and I saw the delicious torture plastered all over her face, and I felt it on my own. She was mine. She was sucking their cocks, but it was me, deep down in her throat. Me that could make her choke, me that could reach down inside her little body and make her shake like that.
Daniel didn’t wait for her to regain her composure, and started fucking her face, so hard she had to grasp him and steady herself against Adam’s crotch. Adam stroked her hair, half apologizing for his friend’s callousness, half relishing it. The two men passed her between them like this for a while, her knees going red on the hard tiles, and the drool beading in strings at the edge of her chin. She had whipped them both into a frenzy, and they were both rock hard and red. But I knew it was really me that she wanted to please. And she was.
“Little bitch,” Adam said, and he groaned and grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair. To my surprise she groaned back. Had it been like this, when she cheated on me? Had she groaned like that when she closed her pink lips around another man’s cock? Did she swallow their cum?
“Such a little fucking slut,” said Daniel, reaching down to play with her ample breasts.
I stood up and reached for the chain. I had spent the most time of all on sourcing this exact chain. Hard, cold, heavy. It was no play thing – this was a seriously designed and constructed industrial chain, with links 2 inches wide, the closures soldered expertly by hand. I had chosen it because of the sound it made, this chain, when handled. In fact, when I picked it up, she immediately turned with wide eyes to find the source of its sinister clink.
Make no mistake, the sound you have in your head right now? That quintessential sound of dungeons and bondage and metal on metal? Most chains don’t actually sound like that. Their clink is duller, muddier sounding. Soft, almost, as though the metal is too warm or rusted. No, I needed to have that bright, sharp, clean clink! I had paid money for this chain, and it was just right. I had paid dearly for Natasha too, and the cost was my heart. But nevermind. Now, I was due my dividends.
I rolled the links over in my hand and she watched, startled. The end of the chain was finished with a clasp. I stood and went to her, pushed her chin aside and attached the clasp through the two front loops of her collar. I gave it a hard yank forward and her neck snapped to follow. I then let it hang down over her body, between her breasts, and her collarbones sagged under its weight. Her nipples tightened in contact with the cold metal.
I stepped back, the other end of the chain still in my hands.
“Now she really is your little bitch,” Adam said, his cock pressed against her cheek.
“What do you think gentlemen?” I said. “Do we have a deal?”
They both turned their heads to the side and made as if they were sizing her up. Judging by the size of their dicks, there was no question that they were ready, but I wanted to ask the question anyway.
“Oh, I think she’ll do nicely,” Adam said.
“Very nicely,” Daniel agreed.
I yanked the chain and she came staggering forward, catching herself on her arms and landing on all fours, her extravagant hair tousled.
“Are you sure?” I said. “The sale is final, so examine her carefully to confirm she’s up to your standards.” I avoided looking at her, but I knew that she was blushing hard. Or was she? I kept my voice calm and business-like.
Daniel extended his hands over her flat back and gave her ass a quick slap. He slid a hand down the cleft and cupped her freshly waxed little mound, grasping at her with satisfaction. She was my little filly, and I was getting a good price for her at market.
“Looks good to me,” Daniel said.
“Take a good look, Adam. It’s second hand, as you know. That little cunt has seen some wear and tear by now, but I’m hoping you gentlemen can still get some use out of it…”
This time I did look at her, and found her eyes already on me. To my surprise, she no longer looked panicked. Instead, on her face seemed to be the most tender look of …appreciation? Awe? I couldn’t be sure. It was so bizarre. I tore my eyes from hers and focused on the men again.
Adam parted her ass cheeks and extended curious fingers over her, making her eyes squeeze shut. When he pulled his hand away again, his fingers were slippery.
“You like this, you little whore?” Adam said, laughed and playfully slapped her ass. Her head fell forward as she moaned.
“She loves it. In fact, every time I turn my back she’s misbehaving. So, she needs to be punished. Natasha, tell me, who do you want to fuck you first, Adam or Daniel?” I said, gesturing to each of them. She gulped and said nothing, then turned to Adam and made eye contact with him. I could tell he liked her.
“Adam? You want Adam?” I said. Of course she’d choose him. He was gentler.
“Good. Then Daniel will fuck you first,” I said, and I felt my own cock tightening in my trousers, pressing hard against the fabric of my suit. It was a classic good cop bad cop situation …or in this case, good cock bad cock. In any event, I wanted to see her fucked, hard, and a lot, and I didn’t want her to enjoy anything too much. Daniel would break her in.
Her little eyebrows quivered as she looked over at Daniel who, I had to admit, looked pretty intimidating. He was tall, well built, and a little rough looking around the edges.
“But …I’m …” she started to whimper, and for a second I felt sorry for her. I really did. But then Daniel laced his strong fingers round her neck and positioned himself behind her, menacing grin on his broad face.
“What’s that honey? You’re scared?” Daniel said. I had never heard him speak like that. Fuck, I was scared for her. But good. I wanted to see him upset her a little. I wanted to see her hurt as much as she had hurt me.
Adam smiled wryly and leaned over, then split her ass cheeks open for Daniel to pop the fat head of his cock at the entrance of her little hole. She
swayed her hips from side to side and moaned. With Adam guiding, Daniel slid his length into her, firmly. She cried out loud, but I could tell she was desperately trying to muffle the sound. I would enjoy seeing her struggle.
He pressed in until his stomach was pressed hard against her ass, and she was wet enough to squelch audibly around him. It was hot. My wife, the whore, doing what she did best. It may sound strange to you, but my eyes flicked to Daniel’s face, and seeing that he was pleased, seeing how he enjoyed her cunt …my own dick twitched in sympathy.
Daniel drew back, pulling the wet shaft out again and then pumped it back in, and soon he was fucking her hard. Her little hips did all they could to stabilize against each strike, and Adam reached down and steadied her by her waist, his strong hands wrapped around her tight little belly. My instructions to them had been explicit: no kissing. No sweetness. This wasn’t a reward for her, after all. It was a punishment. If they were worried they were going too far and degrading and hurting her? Then they were on the right track. And they should push even further.
“Let me get some of that,” Adam breathed, and Daniel pulled out and made way for him. They switched positions and now Adam was deep inside her, and soon she was swirling her hips in unison with them both, her head dropping low to the floor and her breath coming in low grunts, like the animal she was.
I ignored the bulge in my own trousers; I didn’t want to miss a single second of what was unfolding in front of me. There was no point in her getting punished if I wasn’t here to verify it all, now was there?
Her knees shimmied further apart from one another and she spread her legs, pushing back into the punishment, her head still hanging low, hair veiling her face.
“She’s nice and warmed up now, gentlemen. Don’t go too easy on her,” I said. Adam flicked his eyes over to me and smiled darkly. He looked back down at her quivering ass and pounded in again, this time sending the chain round her neck clinking in a ripple along the floor.
I stood and circled around them, watching closely, not wanting to miss a single second of her defilement. I wanted to witness every inch she was rammed closer to the edge. When I had first met Natasha, we were drunk late one evening and I had held her hand and kissed it and told her that I would teach her anything she ever wanted to know. And now here we were. Life is twisted sometimes, isn’t it?
They were fucking her hard now. Daniel was in her again, and Adam had moved in front of her. He squatted own on his feet and angled his wet cock into her mouth, and like the little whore she is, she flicked aside her hair and gobbled it up. Through it all, my chain was around her neck. She was mine. Naked, bound, and at my mercy.
“Now both of you. Fuck her ass.”
Here, for the first time, she resisted a little. She didn’t move much, but I could almost feel her protest through the thick chain that linked us together. She threw worried eyes in my direction. I returned a cold gaze back at her. No matter what it took, by the time we were done here she would forever regret the second she chose to cheat on me. Oh, she would regret it deeply.
The moment stretched on forever. I watched. It took some effort, but her tight little body opened up for them, and soon they were taking turns violating her ass. I knelt in front of her as they did so and lifted her chin to me, telling her that no matter how much it hurt, she was to keep her eyes glued to me until I told her otherwise. She obeyed. At some point she went onto her back. I considered unzipping myself and forcing my cock down her throat, but I held back. She reached out for me. She wanted me. But as I said, this was a punishment, and her only job now was to endure it, not enjoy it.
When her body started to buck and shake with her first orgasm, the men grunted in approval and picked up the pace. She yelped and twitched hard, and Adam playfully slapped her ass as she orgasmed, his dick still in her.
“Your wife’s a little slut, Todd, she fucking loves it,” he said, and forced his way deeper in.
By her third or fourth orgasm, I could tell she was getting sore and overwhelmed. Good. I instructed the men to cum on her dirty, cheating face and they did, together, and she squeezed her eyes shut, face upturned to the hot squirts, her eyebrows permanently kinked. She had never let me do that to her before. Too ‘degrading’. Well, now her opinion on the matter was irrelevant.
I yanked the chain and pulled her to her feet. She staggered, face slick with white and hair in whorls all over her head. The phrase ‘hot mess’ came to mind. Out the corner of my eye I watched Adam and Daniel pull their trousers back up and adjust their shirts. They hadn’t even properly undressed. But my attention was on her.
She couldn’t look at me. I stared at her for a long time. My little whore, on her leash. Her knees were red and lined from the tiles, and her nipples were hard as bullets. Even in one of her more outrageous diary exploits, I’m pretty sure she never was fucked quite as much as she just had been. She was shaking. She was having trouble standing. It will sound sick, but for a split second, I loved her so much it hurt.
That feeling fluttered away instantly, though.
“I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” I said, the chain still in my hands. Adam was circling loops round his neck with a blood red tie. Daniel was fixing his collar. Straight back to work – I was impressed.
“If she acts up again, you just let us know and we’ll be happy to rough her up a little,” he said, smiling wickedly.
We all stood in front of her. Each of us a foot taller than her, fully clothed, and she slumped, naked and exhausted. I peered between her thighs and clear as day, right there in front of us, a slow, heavy glob of moisture rolled its way down her inner thigh and then trickled out onto her bare knee. The men had noticed it too.
“Natasha, what’s that?” I said, stern.
She looked down and then back up at us, her skin coloring.
“Looks like your little wifey enjoyed herself,” Adam said.
“I can see that.”
The drop rolled itself out, leaving a long trail down her hot legs.
Daniel laughed, and I took a step forward, threateningly close, and dipped a finger into her ruined pussy. She was soaking and fiercely hot, though she turned her head away from mine as I leaned in.
“Gentlemen, can you see what I’m dealing with? Here we are trying to discipline this little whore for her own good and all the while she’s enjoying it. Have I been unreasonable here, Adam?” I asked.
“No sir.”
“Have we not been merciful?”
“Nothing but merciful,” he said.
“What’s a man to do, when his wife is such a dirty slut?”
“Oh I can think of a few things,” Daniel laughed.
They both stepped aside, Daniel fetching a black envelope stuffed fat with money. Her face came alive as she tracked the black envelope being passed to me. We shook hands.
“It’s been a pleasure,” said Adam, and the two left.
I could make out faint red dents in her skin, where the chain was pressing down on her.
“What’s that?” she whispered.
“It’s the money they paid to fuck you:”
“Give it to me.”
I laughed.
“I think you misunderstand, Natasha. You’re mine. I sold you. Now this money is mine. What made you think that you had any say in this?”
She stood up taller.
“That money is mine,” she said. It seemed an odd point to argue. She was naked, for fucks sake, thighs sticky and mascara blurred, and I had just watched her get pummeled by two strange men with a steel chain round her throat. It was a hardly a good position from which to bargain.
“The arrangement is between me and my two associates. You’re just the product. Your free ride is over, Natasha. From here on out, you pay your way. And since you’re only good for fucking, that’s what you’ll do.”
I had never seen her cheeks a more vivid shade of pink. I thought she might leap out at me and try to tear my head off my shoulders, but she just stood still a
nd quietly smoldered, hands clenched.
“You made me do this. You forced me to –”
“Nobody forced you. You did it of your own free will. You could have walked away at any point. Walk away now, I dare you,” I said, and flung the chain down onto the tiles with an echoing clatter.
She jumped back but stood her ground.
“See?” I said.
She was still wet. She hadn’t even wiped the cum from her face yet. I briefly considered bending her over and fucking her again, just to drive the point home, but she looked beat up enough already. I was, after all, feeling merciful.
“You made your choice long ago, Natasha. You chose to be a whore. The only difference now is that I can see you.”
She opened her mouth to say something but I cut her short, raising a hand to silence her.
“I don’t care what you have to say. Clean yourself up, for God sake, and we’ll talk again when you’re not so …dirty. We have plans to make”
“What plans?”
“Your punishment.”
“I’ve just been punished!”
“Your insolence right now has convinced me that your punishment wasn’t to my satisfaction after all. You’ve clearly learnt nothing. I underestimated just how hard I would have to be on you.”
I stared at her intently, daring her to say something else. She didn’t. What would satisfy me? I didn’t know. But I would know it when I felt it. When she was crumpled in a heap in front of me, well fucked, slightly bruised and sore and begging for my forgiveness, then maybe we could stop this game. Maybe then her apologies and platitudes would mean something. Maybe once I’d put her flushed little body through enough, she’d earn her absolution. But until then?
Well, I had phone calls to make.
