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Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 8
Marsha started fumbling with her keys when Andrew's voice told her the door was open and they were in the bedroom. "They were in the bedroom indeed!" she thought to herself. Then her heart sank as she imagined the sight that would present itself, and it was all her fault for not being here when they arrived. Almost like a prisoner about to be hung she entered and walked slowly toward their bedroom. What greeted her eyes was even worse than she had imagined.
She had to blink her eyes a couple of times to make sure of what she saw. The room was brightly lit, so bright that she had some difficulty picking out at first just who was who. Andrew was stretched out on their bed, his arms folded behind his head and a big silly grin on his face. A rather nondescript, naked woman in her late thirties, perhaps older, was sucking her husband's cock, while standing beside them with a handheld camera was an equally naked, auburn-haired teenager shooting the activity.
Marsha quickly realized that the shooter had to be Ruby, the fourteen-year-old prostitute in training that had excited her husband as a business proposition, so he claimed! She had no clue as to who it was performing fellatio on her husband, who seemed to be enjoying it no end. Marsha was absolutely floored, unable to utter a word, her body growing tense and her features hardening with shock and anger. Andrew seemed oblivious to her reaction, speaking softly to the woman sucking his cock and directing the girl to try another angle to show more of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
When Marsha spoke at last, her words seemed so totally inappropriate that it made everyone laugh. She looked at her husband, sighed and told him that the lipstick on the woman sucking him off was smeared rather badly and made her look almost clownish. When the trio stopped chuckling Andrew signaled the teenager, who shut off the camera and the bright light attached to it, returning the room to something akin to its normal state. That is, except for the woman performing the sex act on Marsha's husband.
Andrew continued to keep her off balance, inquiring if she had been with a client. That caught her by surprise and it took her the better part of a minute before the flustered woman was able to nod her head and state that she had wonderful news for him on the subject of her breast augmentation. That brought a smirk followed by a snigger from Ruby who took a deep breath to emphasize her rather impressive early development. Poor Marsha was once more in a dither and wished fervently that she were back with Mr. Featherstone, even if that meant swallowing another bladder's worth of his pee.
Being chastised by one's husband before an audience of strange females, one of whom was sucking his cock, was the depths of humiliation for any wife, even Marsha. However she just stood there and took it as he lectured her as if she was some ignorant woman who was unable to tell what time it was, and had caused a great inconvenience for his "associates". The fact that he would refer to these slatterns in such exalted terms only added to her misery. Things went from bad to worst when he ordered her to get undressed and prepare to be taped with the teenager. It was only then that he got around to introducing Ruby, and her mother, Angie. They both were now part of his stable of whores that also included her, his wife. She was utterly humiliated.
She was extremely slow in responding to his order to disrobe. This resulted in more humiliation as well as pain. There were stifled giggles from the mother and daughter when she removed her knickers to reveal the results of the spanking she had taken from Mr. Featherstone. She felt her face grow hot with embarrassment as Andrew made her turn slowly to give everyone a good view of her hand imprinted bottom. Angie ventured an opinion that she had been less than professional with her punter and he had taken appropriate action to chastise her. That remark brought laughter from the girl and Andrew. The next thing she knew, Marsha was bent over at the waist, her arms sinking into the mattress that provided support for her body. Ruby observed loudly that her tits were so small that they wouldn't even hang from her chest in this position. That brought another round of laughter from the trio and brought tears to Marsha's eyes.
She knew she had reached bottom when the teenager began taping her husband using his strap on her already well spanked bottom. Unlike her older lover, he didn't stop to massage her blistered backside, but just continued to lay the leather to that crimson set of cheeks as she wailed and sobbed, all the while having this degrading situation recorded for whomever might be amused to watch it. She could go no lower, at least that is what she thought. Then she heard her husband ordering Angie to get on the bed and spread her legs so she could lick and suck the woman's hairy pussy. By now she was without any feelings of shame, totally defeated by her circumstances and the anger of her husband, who took the opportunity to lay another few welts to her swollen bum.
For the next hour or so, Andrew had her perform one degrading act after another as his two lady friends took turns with the camera, recording every disgusting thing that she did with and to them. Angie's quim proved to be unwashed and worse still, filled with cum, Andrew's she was told. From the amount she managed to bring out on her tongue, her husband must have done her a number of times before Marsha's arrival. When it came Ruby's turn, she discovered even more of that salty fluid, but much of it belonged to the teen's customers that she had taken on prior to joining Andrew and Angie at their apartment. Andrew made sure that his prong, buried between her welted bum cheeks, was shown prominently. Perhaps those portions where she was sucking cum from her partner's cunt while Andrew's hard cock was sliding in and out of her bunghole were the ones she remembered with the most shame.
When he ordered her to join Ruby in a sixty-nine pose, Marsha was mortified and nearly refused, until he let her have a dose of the strap across her small tits. Those blows hurt like fury and she collapsed in pain, sobbing hysterically. That lasted until Andrew grabbed her by the hair and threatened to gag and give her a serious beating for being such trouble. From that time on, she did as he commanded, just being thankful that he didn't have a dog waiting somewhere else in the apartment to couple with her while his new friends watched and taped the action, urging trhe animal to do her harder and deeper. Marsha would never forget the lesson she received that night. It also settled the matter of who was to be the dominant one in this relationship.
It was an exhausted and totally dominated Marsha who watched Angie and Ruby leave the apartment with Andrew. He had warned her that he expected her to be home at the normal time tomorrow, and he'd be over later to discuss her role in his new organization. He also made her hand over the money she had received from her client, which brought Marsha almost to tears. She had nothing to show for all her efforts. How was she ever going to accumulate enough money to have that boob job that was now an absolute necessity? There was no way she was going to compete with Angie and her daughter at the rate she was going. Even though she was physically wasted, she took a shower to rid herself of the stink of those two predators who were stealing her husband away from her.
By some miracle Marsha dragged herself from bed and made it to work on time. She sleepwalked through the day, managing not to screw up too badly. Mr. Featherstone was not anywhere to be seen, probably busy with whatever arcane things he did, which was good as far as she was concerned. Marsha began getting a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach as closing time came round. She got home, hopped into the shower and afterward put on something sexy in hopes that Andrew would want her body when he got back from work. Her appetite was still poor; all she'd had to date was a few cups of tea and a small meal for lunch. She couldn't even remember what it was. Time passed slowly as she sat in front of the telly trying to focus on the news and after that the game show. Her level of anxiety rose with each passing hour.
Marsha drifted off to sleep and soon found herself in a bizarre situation. She was stark naked with her arms held straight up. She was in this huge tiled bathroom that featured a sunken tub set at least two meters deep and a glass-lined shower stall that could easily hold at least three people. Her huge tits, so heavy that they forced her to bend slightly forward to redistribute their weight, had silver spiders pinching her swollen nipples and thick elastic bands looped around the base of each tit. It was cold in this large room, making her shiver. Then the door to the bathroom opened and in walked Andrew, Mr. Featherstone, Angie and Ruby.
Her husband had a sullen look on his handsome face, holding in his hand a thick whip, the kind used by cowboys in the American Westerns she used to enjoy watching when she was a child. Mr. Featherstone glared at her and mouthed a few obscenities before showing her the rattan cane he carried. A naked Angie walked up to her and slapped her across the face a number of times, making her head fly back and forth from each slap. When she recovered her composure, Marsha noticed the strap-on dildo jutting from the woman's groin. It was a monster both in length as well as girth. Worse yet, the head was enormous and she found herself wondering how in the world her quim could accommodate that brute. Ruby was also naked and now her pubic mound was as smooth and barren as a baby's bottom with a red cleft and a clitoris that was the size of a pigeon's egg. In one hand she held a quirt, a small whip that had the capability of cutting skin to shreds; in the other she hefted a rubber truncheon. She approached Marsha and spit into her face, her dollop of saliva striking the brunette on the bridge of her nose, then separating and rolling down each cheek.
Andrew seemed to be in charge, discussing with Mr. Featherstone which side he wanted to use with his cane. The older man argued that her bottom would be ideal for his one meter rattan cane; perhaps later after Andrew had ripped into her huge, augmented tits, he'd like to take a turn on them as well. Andrew laughed and told him that after his whip was done tearing her tits to shreds, there would likely be little of consequence for his rattan to further damage. They snickered and made a joke about her having to work double shifts and take it in the bumhole exclusively in order to get a new set of squeezies.
Meanwhile the ladies were also choosing sides, with Angie wanting to use her monster dildo to destroy Marsha's quim, while her daughter opted for the backs of her thighs and legs to use as targets for her quirt and then the truncheon. Ruby made a prediction that Marsha would not be able to stand once she finished beating the backs of her legs with the rubber hose. Satisfied with their discussion, they stepped back to watch the action as the two men prepared to start beating her bare body until it looked like raw meat.
Marsha could not believe the pain she was experiencing as the cane ripped into her plump bum cheeks. Even worse was the pain her husband was creating as his bullwhip tore her big boobs to tatters. She shrieked to the heavens but kept her arms vertical, fearful for what would happen if she tried to protect her naked body from the terrible thrashing they were dealing to it. Now the cane was moving to her shoulders, something she hadn't expected and the blows made her shake with pain and terror. Then she opened her eyes to see her husband bent over, his hand still on her shoulder.
( To be continued - jethro jodhur )
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