"Shut up and take your clothes off," Stan said, his eyes burning with what looked like pure loathing.
With trembling hands, Wanda began slowly undressing. When she didn't go fast enough to please Stan, he walked over and tore her dress away. He then back handed her, sending her topping across the bed. He leaned over and yanked her panties away, then her bra.
While Wanda watched with unbelievable terror, Stan jerked her arms wide, then tied her wrists to the corners of the bed. He then pulled her legs open and tied her ankles to the foot of the bed.
"Wha-what are you going to do, Stan?" Wanda gasped, feeling as if she were about to spit up her heart.
Stan merely looked at her for a long while. He slowly took off his clothes and then crawled onto the bed, kneeling between her widely spread legs. He lifted the whip he held in his right hand and looked down at her firm tits.
Is he going to beat me to death? Wanda panicked. Oh God, if he is – let it be over with quickly. Let me faint!
The leather sliced through the air with a whistling sound, then cracked at her right tit, stinging her coral-colored nipple.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Wanda shrieked, feeling a burning spasm of pain ripple through her chest.
"You fucked them, huh?" Stan roared, slashing at her again.
This time the whip found her other tit, leaving a long, red welt.
"Did you like fucking them? Huh, did you like hot, young cock?"
"Oh, God, Stan! Forgive me!" Wanda wailed, feeling new jolts of agony eat into her body.
"Did you!" Stan screamed, the veins in his neck popping out like angry snakes.
"Yes, you bastard, I did!" Wanda spat the words out. Even with death staring her in the face, she couldn't lie to him. "I loved it! I begged them to fuck me!"
Her words seemed at first to stun her husband, then infuriate him even more. His hand rose and fell in a blur, the leather connecting savagely. He was an expert like his son – able to inflict the greatest pain with almost no actual damage. Her entire body seemed bathed in liquid pain.
"God!" she screamed, bucking and writhing wildly, tearing at the ropes until her flesh burned.
"Liked it, huh? Well, do you like this, you cum-hungry cunt?" Stan yelled, wrapping the whip around her neck and pulling it until her face turned purple.
To Wanda, the room seemed to spin and grow dark. And when she thought for certain she was about to pass out, Stan released the pressure, allowing her to breathe.
As she looked at him with blurred vision, she felt a tremor of excitement race up and down her spine. And although she knew she just might die, she somehow loved the feeling of danger.
Stan looked more, handsome than ever before. His blue-black hair seemed even darker, sweeping about his square face like a dark, evil halo. His shoulders were wider, corded with bulging muscles. The fine mat of hair that fanned over his chest seemed to be alive with electric energy.
"Oh, Stan!" she gasped, her eyes fluttering.
"Bitch!" Stan barked, then slammed his body forward. His cock stabbed brutally into her cunt. He withdrew his prickshaft, then plunged back inside. As he did, his balls slapped into the crack of her ass with a noisy, popping sound.
"Slut… bitch!" he yelled, biting down on her mouth.
With the fourth or fifth hard thrust of his cock, Wanda's insides seemed to turn to butter. She slowly lifted her hips as her back arched and froze. Then she experienced the wildest climax ever.
"God!" she spluttered into his mouth. "Fuck me!"
"Take it, you motherfucking bitch!" Stan growled, licking his tongue in and out of her mouth, clawing at her tits with his long fingers. "All the Goddamned way, up your cunt, and fuck my cum out, whore."
At that moment, Wanda didn't care if she died or not. Life would have been worth living for the pleasure of those few moments. Her body still buzzed with electric excitement, her every cell throbbing wildly.
"Darling, Stan, keep fucking me," she panted into his mouth. "Make it hurt like they did. And… and do it all to me, baby."
Stan placed his hands on her shoulders for support, then stabbed his toes into the sheets. After squirming his ass around for several seconds, he began fucking savagely in and out of her cunt. Soon, the sounds of their bodies smacking together echoed off the walls.
"Eat on my prick with your pussy, you fucking bitch," Stan grunted, every muscle in his body tightening, glistening with sweat.
Wanda could feel his cock pulsate, then grow so rigid it hurt. Still, the pain was as wonderful as the pleasure. Another fiery climax tore into her guts, making her throat raw with screams of ecstasy.
"Unhhhh, fuck me now, you slut whore," Stan rasped, pounding forward with his full, hulking weight.
As he penetrated her cunt to the hilt, he felt his balls explode, sending a warm shower of milky cum up the center of his cock. Then, when his molten jism burst into her pussy, he chewed the flesh from her mouth to her neck, tasting blood.
"Aieeeeeeee!" Wanda choked, feeling pain and pleasure dance inside her body, flooding into every nerve of her being. "Fuck meeeeeee!"
"Unh, fuck it up here? Unh, take it! Take my cock, slut!" Stan grunted, stabbing more of his jism deep into her bruised and aching pussy.
At last, with the bulk of his load boiling in her cunt, he fell against her, his moan turning into a silent gasp of total release.
After he'd gone limp, Wanda stopped moving also, her mind still alive with fear and dread. Now that he'd satisfied his animal urges, would he beat her? Or just pull away and order her out of the house?
"So, it really happened, huh?" Stan said a few moments later, his voice just above a whisper. "It really did."
"Yes," Wanda replied. "I wish I could say it didn't, but…"
"Do you still love me?" Stan asked, lifting his head and looking into her emerald-green eyes.
"Of course!" Wanda said, trembling with emotion. "Whatever would make you think I didn't?"
"You said you liked fucking them – fucking my boys and that girl," Stan said. "Didn't I please you?"
"Yes, but there was never any comparison, Stan," Wanda said. "I was satisfied with you any way you wanted to fuck me – and I still am."
"Maybe I've been taking you for granted," Stan said. "And maybe I've also let those boys run over you too much. Well, things are gonna change around here from now on."
"Oh, Stan," Wanda said, half-closing her eyes, so relieved she felt like crying. "Stan, darling!"
"Now, let me have a little of what they were getting," Stan said. "And we'll start with your little shitter."
"Don't untie me," Wanda said quickly when he reached for the ropes. "Keep me like this. Rape me." Her voice began to shake with lust. "Oh, God, fuck me, Stan!"
Stan pulled away from her cunt, then reached down and untied her feet. He then thrust her legs upward and tied her ankles to her wrists, causing her body to roll into a ball, revealing the tight crack of her ass. A delicate mass of cum was burning from her pussy, wetting her pink, puckered shitter opening.
"Last time we tried this, you squealed like a pig," Stan said, nudging his cockhead against the opening of her shitter. "You sure you can take my prick?"
Quite frankly, Wanda didn't know if she could. His cock was bigger than either Mike's or Jimmy's and as round as a baseball bat. Still, she didn't care. She knew the pain would be wonderful coming from him.
"I want you to make me a promise before we go any further," Stan said, pausing.
"Anything," Wanda replied, her eyes filled with love.
"I want you to promise that you'll do exactly as I ask when we're finished here."
"Of course," Wanda said, "but what are we…"
"Hush. Just do what I say," Stan said, interrupting. "And now, let's see if you squeal out again, baby, when I fuck your ass."