To all who have been waiting for another chapter to this story I apologize for it taking so long. It's a little different from the others. As always, I don't claim to be a professional and did very bad in writing classes in school so as far as punctuation and grammar are concerned, I'm not. I try to let the content make up for it. I hope all enjoy. If you don't enjoy well, I'm not concerned about that either.
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It had been over a month since Barb's ordeal or adventure, she still couldn't decide which it was, and she spent the first few days after hiding the marks on her body from her husband. She was so out of sorts and sore from her torture at the hands of the two women that she knew when her husband got home from the cabin, he would know something was wrong. But Carl seemed to have all the answers and Barb swore he was a magician. Minutes after Joe returned home Carl called supposedly to check on Barb. He explained to him that since he knew Joe was gone that Barb was lonely and invited her to a party at his house. Unfortunately, some of the guys there were pushing the shots very hard and they got Barb drunk. Nothing to worry about though. Carrie and her friend Sarah kept a close eye on her so none of those assholes could try anything and then Sarah and my friend Wayne brought her home, so she didn't drive.
Barb could not believe her ears when she heard Joe tell Carl thanks for watching out for her. She was silent when Joe asked if she was ok and he said, "don't worry Carl told me everything about you getting drunk. He's a good guy for getting you out and watching over you. Does your head hurt?"
Barb thought for a moment and wisely played along and said, "yes it does."
"Serves you right for drinking all those shots," he laughed at her.
Barb just closed her eyes and laid back with a sigh of relief and slight sense of dread. What she had gone through was literally torture yet she was still amazed at how many times she had an orgasm and she knew when Carl called, she would go again.
Now she sat naked on her couch alone on a Saturday afternoon. Joe was off again to meet his sons at their cabin for the weekend. Carl had ordered her to stay naked whenever she was home alone and even though he really had no idea if she obeyed the orders, she somehow could not bring herself to disobey him. She was totally under his control and as she learned she was not the only one. She had spent Friday evening with her mouth either full of Carl's cock or tongue buried in Carrie's pussy. Both women were totally submissive to Carl, but Barb also learned that she was subordinate to Carrie.
Barb's thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell and quickly grabbed her robe and put it on pulling the belt tight. Joe had mentioned something about Galen, their neighbor from down the street, stopping by to borrow some tool. Galen had hit on her few times before at various block and neighbor's parties, so she was prepared to have to fight him off again. She didn't bother to check first and when she opened the door, she was stunned to see Vic standing there. He took advantage of her shock and pushed his way in before Barb could react shutting and locking the door behind him.
"You are supposed to be naked slut," he barked at her reaching to untie her robe as he talked.
Barb recovered slightly stepped back and asked, "what are you doing here? Does Carl know you are here?"
Vic answered with a vicious backhand across Barb's face knocking her to the floor. He was on her like a cat untying her robe and rolling her over stripping it off her and then used the belt tie her wrists behind her back. In less than a minute after she answered the door she was bound, naked and helpless for this nasty man who scared her to death. He yanked her up by her hair and bound wrists, spun her around and slapped her again this time his grip on her hair kept her from going down again.
'You don't worry about Carl, bitch, right now you belong to me. I told you I was going to get that ass. Are you going to give me trouble or do I have to beat your ass?" Vic growled at her.
Still slightly dazed Barb could only shake her head.
"Good slut."
With his grip still in her hair he pulled her into the living room and forced her to her knees right in front of the couch. Barb could only watch in dismay as Vic stripped off his cloths then sat down on the couch right in front of her. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her head down to his already hard cock forced her mouth over it and kept shoving till it poked the back of her throat gagging her. He kept a tight grip on her hair and used it to keep running her mouth up and down his thin shaft. It was long and every stroke he forced her mouth down farther. Barb could only try to time her breaths to keep from suffocating as his cock kept dipping deeper down her throat. Soon her nose was brushing his pubic hair and she was trying hard to control her gags so he wouldn't abuse her more. She was hoping he would cum and then leave.
The onslaught continued for only a few minutes, but it seemed like hours for Barb as he slammed her head up and down the full length of his shaft. She started tasting his precum and was praying it would soon be over. His cock swelled and he held her head down his cock deep in her throat as his cum exploded the first blast choking her and running down her chin. She managed to recover and take the rest down praying he would finish before she passed out.
Vic was totally oblivious to Barb struggling to not choke to death as his cock emptied down her throat his hands holding her head tight. He held her there enjoying the sensations finally letting her up when her she started bucking. She came gasping for air and Vic laughed at her.
"Have a little trouble breathing slut," he jeered at her
When Barb looked up she happened to glance at the clock and realized he hadn't even been there for 5 minutes yet she couldn't help being a little defiant and answered back, "not really, I see you still have a pretty quick trigger now get out of here."
Barb immediately regretted that when Vic's hand flew again and the slap across her face sent her tumbling backwards. He jumped up and pulled her back up to her knees with her face smothered in the couch cushion. Reaching to his clothes he pulled his belt from his pants and a loud crack resounded in the room as he lashed it across the helpless woman's ass. Her scream of pain was followed by another crack and a laugh by her tormentor.
"You have a smart mouth bitch and now your ass is going to pay for that?
Over and over he whipped the belt across Barbs bare flesh until it was bright red and she was sobbing. He finally stopped and ordered her not to move. Fearful of him she laid her face on the couch and listened to him shuffling around in her kitchen. When he returned, he wrapped his belt around her neck and yanked her back up to her kneeling position in front of him as he sat back down on the couch. She saw he taken a beer from the fridge and was taking a long drink. Using the belt to control her he pulled his head down to his balls.
"Get back to work slut. Start licking those balls so you can get me hard again."
Barb had no choice as he kept the belt tight around her neck making breathing, difficult. She kept her tongue out swirling it as best she could while he used the belt to move her head up and down from his balls up to tip of his cock then back down. But every time he went down, he went lower until her tongue was brushing his asshole. The next time down he kept it there and Barb recoiled a little not wanting to lick his hole.
Vic tightened the belt around her neck choking her, "you keep that tongue there, slut or I'll whip that ass again." Then he forced her head back.
The blond woman quickly began licking at his tight hole fearful that this bastard would kill her. Swirling her tongue around his hole and then dipping in even though she felt nauseous she did her best to please him.
"That's a good slut. You are doing a good job."
Then he yanked her roughly back up to the tip of his cock and forced her mouth back down over it till her nose was buried in his pubes. Still using the belt, he ran her mouth up and down his cock getting it all the way down her throat with every stroke. Barb was gasping and struggling to breath because Vic was paying no attention to how tight he was pulling the belt. Just when she thought she might pass out he pulled her mouth off his cock and stood yanking her up with him.
"Ok slut you got me hard now let's go get comfy in the bedroom and give you what I promised."
He quickly pulled her down the hall to the master bedroom and then without warning tossed Barb onto the bed. With her hands bound she just bounced face down like a rag doll. She heard him rummaging through some drawers in the closet.
"Here we go this is just what I need," he told her as he came out of the closet with two of her husband's ties.
Vic untied her hands then using the belt around her neck to control her he pulled up to a kneeling position. Barb thought about struggling but knew he was much stronger than her and was afraid of what he would do to her. Quickly she was bound again as he used the ties to secure her wrists to her ankles while she knelt on the bed her face down on the mattress. Barb felt him kneel behind her and the felt his cock brushing against her pussy lips. He paused briefly then shoved his cock into her pussy.
Laughing he exclaimed, "well look at this. The little slut's pussy is nice and wet for me. Having fun slut?"
Barb was so ashamed as his balls rested on her cunt lips. She was being beaten and raped and her pussy was wet, and that cock felt so good buried deep inside her. He stroked in and out a few times causing a soft moan from Barb making him laugh again.
"The little slut loves this. I knew you would."