One More Whore Wife Pt 08

Chapter 8

Lewis: Rodney's arrival could not have come at a better time. I was spent from Deanna's first session of ass-fucking and I needed a fresh cock to take over. I rolled off of Deanna and sat on the edge of the bed as she stared at Rodney without moving.

"Get up, bitch," Rodney said as he unbuckled his belt.

Deanna scrambled to her feet and then kneeled in front of Rodney as he exposed his cock. I expected his cock to be big, but I had no idea just how massive it was.

Her arms were still tied and her mouth was still taped shut so she just looked up at Rodney for him to rip the tape from her face.

"Don't bother trying to suck it, bitch," he said with a low guttural tone. "Just bend over the bed."

Deanna moved quickly as she was told and Rodney jammed his cock into her pussy with a ferocity that shook the bed. Deanna muffled scream only encouraged Rodney to fuck her with even more force. The bed was banging hard against the wall and Deanna was protested with every thrust. I watched the spectacle for a few minutes before getting up to use the toilet. I looked at Rodney at I left the room but his focus never wavered from the task at hand. For a middle-aged brother with some grey hair showing he was putting on quite a show of strength and stamina.

I closed the bathroom door behind me and pissed for a long time. Then I cleaned up my ass-soaked cock before joining Rodney and Deanna in the bedroom. Rodney hadn't let up at all and Deanna was really getting into it now. She moaned with pleasure and stimulation now as Rodney pounded her cunt and squealed with lust when he grabbed her long blonde hair to accentuate his dominance over her.

"Looks like Lewis was fucking your ass when I walked in, Deanna," Rodney said without missing a stroke. "That right, Lewis?" he asked me. "You dump a load in her ass just now?"

Deanna suddenly realized what Rodney intended and began to come out of her orgasmic haze. She tried to collect herself and protest through the panties and tape. She struggled with her bonds as if to reach back to try to stop Rodney from pulling her hair. Rodney slapped her ass hard.

"I want to fuck your ass and that's what's going to happen," he said as he pulled his cock out of her cunt. "Hand me that bag," he said to me and nodded at the valise he left by the door to the bedroom when he walked in on us. As I handed him the bag he dragged Deanna out of the bed and she tumbled onto the floor. He twisted her hair to hold her in place as he unzipped the valise and pulled out a short leather whip. He held it in front of Deanna's face as she fought to break free of the grip he had on her hair.

"See this, bitch?" he said. "This is a dog whip. It doesn't leave the welts that Lewis's riding crop leave on you, so we can whip you harder and longer with no lasting damage." Rodney tossed the whip to me. "Let's start with her tits," he said as he yanked her head back hard. "Start with ten on each one, Lewis."

I held the whip and looked at Deanna's face. Her eyes were filled with terror as she tried to talk through the panties and tape. I looked at Rodney helplessly. He looked disgusted with me.

"Give me that," he said as he stood and threw Deanna on the bed. "Hold her down."

I pinned Deanna's shoulders down and Rodney whipped her tits with several quick lashes of the single strand whip. Angry red marks were immediately visible. Her muffled screams were quite loud as Rodney crisscrossed her nipples with the lash.

"Turn her over," Rodney said.

I flipped Deanna on her belly and held her down as Rodney whipped her ass. Several quick strokes and she was marked severely in short order.

"Flip her over again and hold her legs apart."

"I don't think she can take anymore," I said and immediately regretted it.

"Do it," Rodney said with a quiet menace.

I struggled to get Deanna into position as she fought hard to protect herself. Rodney had to lend a hand but we quickly exposed her delicate white pussy. She was nearly beside herself with fear.

"Get used to this, whore," Rodney said with a savage tone. "Most of my clients are big fans of whipping white whore wives so their husbands know just who's in charge."

With even more force than before, Rodney landed several lashes directly on Deanna's exposed cunt-lips, which immediately swelled and turned bright red. The end of the whip extended up her belly to her navel, leaving red marks with each stroke.

After inflicting a dozen lashes on her now brutalized vagina, Rodney tossed the whip aside and surveyed his handiwork. Deanna sobbed violently through the gag and tears poured down her cheeks.

"Turn her over," Rodney said. She was too exhausted to resist but I could see the fear and protest in her eyes as she looked at me.

I must have hesitated because Rodney grabbed Deanna's hips and flipped her on her stomach, then he brutally thrust his massive cock deep into Deanna's rectum. She screamed again through the gag, almost as loudly as when he was whipping her.

I backed away and watched as Rodney ravaged Deanna's ass. He fucked her ass even longer than he had fucked her cunt, with the same ferociously violent strokes that went on for what seemed like hours.

She never stopped screaming.

Deanna: I thought that the weekend would never end. Rodney and Lewis whipped and fucked me almost non-stop for the entire two days. I was DP'd, spit-roasted, whip-fucked, pissed on, cum-drenched and hog-tied with little rest. My body was mutilated, my psyche was ravaged, and my resistance was destroyed. By Sunday afternoon I was beyond wanting anything except for their endurance to come to an end. That I had exceeded my endurance was without question.

At first, Lewis seemed a reluctant participant in my torment. He obeyed Rodney's directions but was less than fully engaged. When he whipped me it was less vicious. When he fucked me it was less to inflict pain and suffering.

But as time passed Lewis became more like Rodney. His touch was rougher with each episode. His cock seemed to find its way deeper into my throat and vagina. He fucked my ass with a reckless abandon that very nearly matched Rodney's.

Lewis also decided he really enjoyed whip-fucking. I'd never even imagined it before this weekend but once Lewis tried it he was hooked. He would lie on the bed and have me suck him hard, then have me straddle him and insert his cock in my vagina. Then I would lie on top of him so he was completely covered and protected by me while Rodney would whip my ass. Lewis said my vagina clenched so tight around his cock when the lash stroked my ass that he was on the verge of orgasm no matter how soon after the last load he shot into me. After several lashes, Rodney would climb on me and fuck my ass with Lewis buried deep in my pussy. I was truly a white whore wife slut.

Late Saturday night Rodney decided he needed to eat and he suggested that Lewis and he go out, but I was not to leave the room. He reached for his valise and pulled out a dog collar and chain with a sizable Master Lock to make sure it stayed where he put it. Almost too exhausted to care and not wanting to encourage another whipping for bad behavior, I submitted to the humiliation of being chained like an animal to the bed. Part of me was relieved to be left in peace for a few hours, but the degradation the collar represented was overwhelming. I couldn't even go to the bathroom but would be forced to pee in the wastepaper can Lewis left near the bed.

"Get used to it," Rodney said as he and Lewis got dressed to go out. "I get a lot of requests for leashed whore wives. Several clients have been parading white women around the clubs and now it's a thing -- premium pricing of course."

"She does look good in that collar and chain," Lewis said. "Do any clients keep them chained up while they sleep?"

Rodney smiled. "They will now."