The night had finally arrived.
Their car pulled up to the secluded mountain retreat. Rick opened the trunk and took the luggage out while Ann grabbed the groceries. As they walked through the door, Ann was pleased with the place -- spacious, clean and apparently with a loft bedroom upstairs. It was definitely nicer than she expected it to be when Rick first told her they were going to the woods for a long weekend.
"You put the groceries away and I'll handle the luggage," said Rick, not wanting her to see the bedroom. He had come up the day before to prepare things and knew if Ann got even the slightest suspicion of what was about to happen to her, the plan would be ruined.
Ann put the groceries away and started preparing a light snack of fruit and cheese for the both of them. "A nice bottle of wine would compliment that snack perfectly, don't you think?" Rick asked as he returned downstairs.
"Well, this is a vacation," said Ann, prudishly, "so maybe just one glass."
One glass was all Rick needed to slip Ann the tranquilizer his buddy Jim had supplied to him. She was asleep within an hour. Time to begin.
He carried her up to the bedroom and lay her out on the table he had bought especially for this night. It was complete with straps, collapsible sections to allow for easy access, and separate sections for each leg that could be positioned up, out or down and allowed the user to be spread wide. He quickly secured her to it making sure not to miss any of the straps. Rick then proceeded to lay out his online purchases -- a G-spot stimulator, anal beads, butt plugs and dildos in various sizes, two gags, a mask, and various lubes.
Rick opened another bag and pulled out an electric shaver and bikini wax kit. For as long as Rick had known her, Ann had let the coarse brown hair between her legs grow freely and he was yearning to see it shaved smooth and bare. Usually this wouldn't matter much as Ann never let Rick get close enough to see anything anyway, but this night would be very different.
As Rick began to shave his wife he examined her body up close and decided immediately that she was undeniably a very attractive woman. She looked at least ten years younger than her age of thirty-two. She hadn't aged at all in the four years Rick had known her.
Rick's gaze moved up Ann's slender legs, past her voluptuous hips and flat stomach to her full, firm breasts. He never understood her why she was so self conscious and cold in bed.
She wasn't a virgin when they married, but close to it. She had only had sex twice in her entire life, both times more than five years ago. Rick found all of this out during their eighth date, well past that lucky third date point when most girls give in. That was the first night Ann was willing to let him come into her apartment at the end of a date, but only after informing him that she did not believe in premarital sex. This made Rick see Ann as demure and innocent, just the type of woman you would take home to Mom. He proposed two weeks later and they picked a date.
During the ceremony all Rick could think about was finally fucking Ann. He barely managed to pay attention to the Minister, who he was sure noticed his 9 inches of uncircumcised cock bulging awkwardly in his rented trousers. Afterwards came the reception. It was lovely, but Rick couldn't wait to get out of there. He'd waited long enough.
Ann was being carried over the threshold of their hotel suite and laid on the bed. His mouth covered hers with hungry kisses.
"Finally you are mine, all mine," Rick said as he began to kiss down her neck and lift up her dress, but her thighs instinctively clamped shut. His fingers slipped up and around her back to undo her buttons, undressing her, but she froze. Moments later, lying on the bed undressed with her husband attempting to hold her legs apart, Rick dipped his head to taste her cunt. Ann responded by attempting to pull his head away.
'This is so new to her. She'll warm up to it in time,' he thought to himself as he moved onto more traditional methods of making love.
Rick lay next to his bride kissing her, fondling her nipples, reaching down to spread her legs, then rolling onto her. All was being done with absolutely no reaction from Ann. He tried to work around her frigid attitude, sure she would get into it once she felt him fill her. He'd been with many women and none had ever complained.
Stroking her face, whispering in her ear, he tried to get her juices going "I can't wait to hear you moan. I'm going to fuck you until you scream for more!"
His words only seemed to cause her to tense up even more. He was losing his patience. This woman was now his wife. He'd waited a long time for this night. He decided that he would have to let his cock change her attitude since nothing else seemed to be working and he was not about to wait one night longer.
Rick's knees parted Ann's thighs and he managed to line his cock up with her tight hole, looking into her face for some reaction. Nothing. He grabbed her head, held it still and stared into her eyes as his cock pushed through. First just the bulbous head ... in then back out, in, out, in, out, waiting for some reaction, some signal of her awakening. Again, nothing as she clamped her eyes tightly shut.
He couldn't stop now. He'd waited too long already. He turned his head, spit in his hand and reached down to stroke his cock and provide some wetness where she would not. Once again in, out, in, out, in, out, then sliding half in and resting it there, savoring the tightness he had been waiting months for and desperately trying to get some sort of reaction from Ann. Still nothing, just a slight twisting of her face that Rick recognized as nothing other than pure disgust.
"My beautiful bride ... open your eyes and look at me," Rick said. As her eyes met his, he thrust his remaining inches deep inside of her as she gasped and he moaned. He fucked her slow and long at first waiting for her face to register pleasure. She did not move at all, lying still on the bed under his weight, showing absolutely no emotion.
A mixture of pent up lust and anger swept over Rick and he stopped making love and began to really fuck Ann now. He scooped up her legs in his arms, pulling his rod out until only the huge bulbous head was trapped inside that tight snatch then slamming in until his balls slapped against her ass. Through it all she never got into the pounding she was receiving and laid there like a rag doll.
It is now nearly three years later and not much has changed. While he no longer has to pry her legs apart, she still will not let go of her inhibitions. He can only have her in the missionary position while she lies there lifeless. She behaves as if it is her duty and nothing more. He's had enough of this shit.
Rick finished removing every last bit of Ann's hair from between her legs and cleaned up, returning his supplies to the bag they came in. As if on cue, she began to stir, pulling on her restraints. He quickly went to her without saying a word and slipped the mask on her.
Once her mask was in place Rick began to explain "Tonight you are not permitted to move. That will be the only part of tonight that will be natural to you. You are here to be my fuck slave. Scream if you must, but there is not another person for miles who will help you."
Ann attempted to thrash in her restraints, but to no avail. "Richard, get me out of this thing. I'm not some depraved pervert. I'm divorcing you as soon as we get home!"
"Oh. Well in that case, Ann, I have nothing to lose, now do I?" Rick said as he began to crank her legs open. "I've waited three long years to fuck my wife like a woman should be fucked. If you won't give it up willingly, I plan on taking it."
Ann continued to strain against her restraints, continued to speak, continued to threaten then beg and cry. Screaming was one thing ... Rick could take that. Hell, he might even welcome it as some sort of emotion. What he couldn't take was the constant bitching and nagging. Out came the ball gag. Small, but quite effective and it prevented any of her words from being audible.
With her ass at the edge of the table and her legs now spread and held up by their stirrups, he was ready to begin. His first move was to strike her bare bottom as hard as he could, causing shrieks from behind the gag that sent shivers up his spine and caused his cock to stir. "Thwaaakk, thwaaak!" ... two more strikes for good measure and he was ready to begin.
"It's all mine, now, Ann. All mine and laid out before me," Rick said as he pulled a stool up to the end of the table where her cunt was on display. "You might as well just lay back and try to enjoy it. You really don't have much of a choice."
He began by slowly lowering his head to her clit. This would be the first time since their wedding night that he had tried this, told by Ann early in their marriage that she didn't like it. Inches away, he blew on it, noticing a slight movement in her loins, not sure if she was actually getting excited or just recoiling in fear or most likely disgust. With that, he touched her nub with the tip of his tongue and then made small circles around it. He reached for the bottle of lube that heated up on your skin and put one small drop on her clit. A small whimper escaped out from behind her gag as he blew on that heated button. He began working her clit, barely touching it at first and then taking it between his lips and suckling it. Another small, embarrassed whimper. Hmmm. Time for a finger to slide up her cunt. She was actually slightly wet. Tight, but wet, and it excited him.
"You will appreciate the attention your Master is giving your pussy, slave. I will continue without mercy until your hot cunt is fully wet, slut." With that, Rick slapped her clit. The force and shock made her body jerk.
"First one slap for one minute of oral pleasure, then two slaps for two minutes and so forth until I decide you are sufficiently wet. You should thank your Master for getting you wet. Did you hear me, slave! Thank your Master!" Rick bellowed as he reached out and pinched her clit. Ann jerked, mumbling something Rick doubted was a thank you.
Rick had a good feeling about tonight. His cock was like granite right now, seeing his beautiful bride being broken. Before the night was over, he would break her fully, her anal cherry included.
He added a second finger to her pussy. He worked the fingers into to her hot snatch, twisting and spreading them as he licked her nub and pulled out two well lubed fingers. Ahhh ... her body was beginning to respond.
He lifted his head and "Thwaaaaaak, thwaaaaak!" Two minutes, two slaps on her swelling clit.
He quickly grabbed the slim G-spot stimulator and slowly inserted it, watching for any movement from her. When he saw her body go slack, no longer tense or straining against the leather buckles, he knew the tool had hit home. He immediately focused on her clit, suckling, tickling, jabbing with his tongue while working on her G-spot.
