Bondage Wife For Sale - Erotic Novel - Sand Wayne - ebook
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Bondage Wife For Sale

CHAPTER ONE"Have another drink, Bill. Get it out of your system. But I can't for the life of me understand why you and that gorgeous wife of yours aren't hitting it off," Roger Benton smiled sympathetically as he shoved the decanter over to his younger neighbor.Bill Chalmers, 34, dark-brown haired owner of Glenwood's best restaurant, glumly poured himself another stiff Scotch and drained half of it at a gulp. "Gorgeous, sure. But I tell you, Rog, two years, and she lies there like a log, and once the lights are out she won't even put her hand on my cock-much less blow me.""Now that surprises me, Bill. Just looking at your wife is enough to give me a good hard-on."Bill Chalmers uttered a short, bitter laugh. "Hell, that's why I married her. I was practically drooling the first day I saw her. But I've had it up to here."Roger Benton, 52, slim, gray-haired, head of Benton Realtors, thoughtfully pursed his lips. "How would you like to sell her to me as a slave, Bill?" he suavely proposed."Are you joking?""Not about things like that. I run a very select and discreet bondage club. The funny thing is, I was even thinking of inviting you and Janice to become members. Now, in view of what you've just told me, I've got a proposition for you. Sell her to me, and I'll make a new woman out of her.""By God, sounds like you've got something there, Rog!" Bill Chalmers felt warmer inside than the liquor accounted for and stared at his host. "How much and how long?""Let's say two thousand dollars for a month. But I'll warn you, at the end of that time she might not want to go back to being married to you. If she does, I'll give her her freedom-but only if she wants it.""You're on!" Bill Chalmers savagely said as he finished his drink and slammed the glass down on the coffee table.* * *It was ten o'clock the next morning, Saturday, and coppery-haired 25-year-old Janice Chalmers was washing the breakfast dishes. Her husband had left a note on the kitchen table telling her that he'd be at the restaurant all day long and might not come home until very late. Janice was used to his frequent absences, but somewhat sulky this time because of their quarrel Thursday night. He'd said some awfully nasty things about her, things she didn't think she deserved. She'd been a good, faithful wife, and after all he'd been the only man she'd ever gone to bed with. Yet he'd told her that an honest prostitute would be a lot better in bed than she was. Well, no matter whether he came back tonight, he was going to have to apologize for that or else she just might go spend a few weeks with her mother in Milwaukee.The back doorbell suddenly rang. Flustered, Janice dropped the washcloth and unlocked the door, wishing that she'd made herself more presentable. Her long pageboy was tumbled and uncombed, and she wore a yellow smock over a white nylon slip, bra, panties and garter belt for her flesh-toned nylons, and open-toe sandals. Maybe it was Mrs. Elston, their snotty neighbor's wife coming to borrow some coffee or sugar as she always did.When she opened the door, she saw no one outside on the porch of their ranch-type bungalow. Puzzled, she unhooked the screen-door and stepped out. Then she uttered a shriek which was instantly cut off as two men wearing stocking masks expertly gagged her, then bound her wrists behind her back, lifted her up in their arms and carried her out to a waiting car parked in the alley.They shoved her down on the floor of the back seat and she couldn't see where they were going. The car drove for what seemed at least half an hour, making many turns. Suddenly it stopped, and one of her captors reached down to tie a blindfold round her eyes and knot it at the back of her neck. Then she felt their hands seize and lift her and carry her out of the car. She tried to scream, to kick, but it was useless."Down this way," she heard one of the men saying in a hoarse voice."It'll be a pleasure initiating this bitch," the other man chuckled, as she suddenly felt a hand slip under her smock and slip and run along her bare upper thigh and squeeze it intimately.She felt herself being carried down a long flight of steps, and then she heard the clack of footsteps on bare stone floor. A few moments later, there was a creaking sound and she was carried in and set down on her back. Again she struggled, but in vain. Swiftly her two masked captors fixed leather cuffs to her ankles, then unbound her wrists only to fetter them in a similar pair. When she tried to move, she heard the clank of chains and realized that she was spread-eagled on the floor."Now prepare her for her indoctrination," the man with the harsh voice declared. Rough fingers ripped off her smock and then her slip. She arched and twisted, trying to swerve her hips, mad with terror and shame. When her white nylon bra was ripped off she uttered a strangled shriek of mortification, then burst into tears."Look at the big boobs the bitch has got," the first man said. "They're for real, no padding. Christ, what juicy handfuls!"Suddenly Janice stiffened, twisted her face to one side and tried to shriek an indignant protest. Two hands closed on her naked breasts, squeezing and fondling them, rubbing their well-developed, dusky coral-tinted nipples between thumbs and index fingers."Get her panties off and then we'll leave her here to think things over," she heard the first man say."Mmmmffff agggghhhhhh-nnnnnmmmm!" she wailed as she felt fingers insert under the waistband of the gauzy nylon panties, tug tantalizingly at them for a moment, then suddenly rip them off."What a nice fat hairy little cunt she's got!" Janice recognized the voice of the second man. "And that nice pale creamy skin of hers with all those little rosy flecks is the sensitive kind. It'll mark nicely. Damn shame we can't fuck her now, but we've got our orders. Come on, let's tell the boss the new bondage slave is ready to be broken in!"As she heard the door clang behind her two captors and then the click of the lock Janice Chalmers uttered a poignant cry of distress. Frantically she yanked at her shackled wrists and ankles. Her arms were drawn beyond her head and out to the sides, her legs straddled indecently. But her movements brought her only the sound of the clanking chains against the stone floor on which her tethered naked body was stretched. Only her garter belt, nylons and sandals remained, and the floor was damp and cold under her spacious, upstandingly rounded creamy buttocks.Panic seized her at the awareness of her helpless nudity. Even Bill hadn't ever seen her stark naked in bed. An only child of well-do-do parents, Janice had been sent to a private school and then to a girls' college in the East, returned after her graduation to work as a receptionist in her father's brokerage agency. Bill had met her when she and her parents had been a guest at his restaurant, courted her for a month and then married her. Her socially prominent mother had always given her the feeling that sex was extremely private and something one didn't talk about, that it was a wife's obligatory duty and nothing more. And now suddenly, following Bill's awful quarrel with her, she found herself in this unbelievable nightmare.Maybe they were just kidnapping her and holding her for ransom. Oh God, but then they wouldn't have stripped her naked like this and tied her up and said something about the boss's going to break her in. What did it mean? She couldn't see and she couldn't speak, and it was so cold in this awful place where they had chained her up.Janice was five feet-five and a half inches in height, with heart shaped face, high-arching forehead, dainty upturned nose, full tremulous soft mouth and deeply dimpled chin. Her body was lusciously proportioned, from the high-perched cantaloupe-like widely spaced breasts to the slim waist which flared into sensually curvaceous hips, round full womanly thighs and delightfully rounded sleek calves. Her skin had begun to goose pimple from the cold contact of her back and bottom and thighs against the stone floor, and as she suddenly heard the turn of a key in the lock, she struggled to close her straddled legs to hide the most intimate part of her body."Mmmmmmffffff!" she wailed as she heard footsteps slowly approaching her. Then the door closed with a resounding clang, and she began to shiver violently."Very nice indeed," the man's voice was suave, soft, ingratiating. "We'll have to get rid of this bush of yours, Janice. It hides the soft pink lips of that dainty cunt of yours, you know."A wave of furious color burned her tear stained cheeks and again Janice tried frenziedly to clench her legs. The leather cuffs gave hardly any play at all to her tethered ankles, and she sank back whimpering with terror and shame.Suddenly she felt warm water being squeezed out of a cloth onto her cuntal lips, saturating the thick dark-red fleece which concealed them and ran along the perineal groove almost to her dainty little anus. Then the stroking of a curious soft kind of brush with soapy lather began to tickle her crotch as the unknown man worked it back and forth against her thick, silky bush."Ohhhhh!" she moaned through her gag, squirming and twisting, her body suddenly clammy with terror-sweat."Now I advise you to hold very still, Janice. I'm going to use a razor on that thick cunt-bush of yours, and I don't want to nick you. Get ready!"Janice sucked in her breath, stiffening, shuddering as she felt fingers entwine around the curly thicket at the base of her cuntal orifice, and then even as the slight twinge of pain was felt, the curls came away painlessly as the razor lopped them. Again and again the fingers drew on the shaggy curls, while she whimpered and tried not to budge, her terror and shame intensifying by the moment."That takes care of most of it. Now just a little trimming with a manicure scissors, Janice, and I can really see what your cunt looks like.""Mmmmm! Ohhhhh-nnnnggggg!!" she tried to implore him to take out the gag."Hold still, I said!" His voice was curt and dominating, and she suddenly felt his palm smack her smartly right over her shallow wide navel. "Don't move now, or you'll be punished!"Tilting back her head, tensing all her muscles, Janice forced herself to remain immobile as she heard the snip-snip of the little scissors. "There now, that's just fine. You've a lovely cunt, my dear. Nice fleshy outer lips, and sly, thin vulva lips that can really cling around a man's prick once you learn how to use them. And you will Janice, you will, and not only that set of lips either-but let's not go too quickly your first day as a bondage slave.""Mmmmm?" again she tried to question through her gag, panic seizing her at the words he had just used. His voice was so strange, she almost recognized it, and yet she couldn't place it at all. My God, what were they going to do to her?"Let's see now how you respond to stimulation, my dear." This time his voice was mocking triumphantly. "One has to learn the potential of a new slave before one knows how to direct and train her, you see. Now, you may move about all you like. You have your master's permission, Janice."Suddenly she jerked, tried to lift her head, her fingers clawing the air. She had just felt a finger lingeringly graze the plump outer lips of her hairless pink cunt, and she was unable to suppress the instinctive squirming which that horribly mortifying contact wrenched from her."Well, at least you don't exactly lie like a log in bed," the unknown man chuckled. "But it's much too early to tell yet, isn't it? Now then, just submit yourself, it'll be much easier. Besides, you're going to learn that you'll have to whether you want to or not. A disobedient or reluctant slave is always punished, Janice. You'll learn that too in a very short order."She felt his lean wiry fingers slip under the backs of her upper thighs just below her squirming buttocks, and then she arched frantically as she felt his mouth set down on the very center of her twitching bare cuntal lips. He sucked noisily, then delved his tongue against the delicately thin, pouting petals of her soft vulva. Her face turned from side to side, her nostrils flaring, her round full breasts rising and falling erratically.Ohhh, he-he's got his mouth on my p-pussy! I'm so ashamed I want to die-I'm stretched open like this and he shaved all the hair off down there-and now he's k-kissing it! Oh, God, who are all these terrible people? Are they going to call Bill and tell him that they got me and they want money from him? Oh, I hope he can save me before they do anything more horrible to me-oooooh, I can feel his tongue-it's rubbing all over my p-pussy! Ohh, Oh, it's just shameful, it's degrading for a decent woman to be treated this way-I never dreamed anybody could do that to a woman!Dazed, shamed, terrified, Janice Chalmers was unable to halt the sporadic tremors that ran through her straddled thighs and belly, along her sides, making her arms jerk convulsively. She drew in great gulps of breath through her flaring nostrils, and sweat oozed down from her thicketed distended armpits."I'd say you have a rather nice cunt, my dear. It will learn to accommodate itself, I feel certain. And now let's see how well developed your clitoris is, Janice.""Mmmmm-mggggg-ohhhhh!" she wailed again. Once again he had gripped her upper thighs and now she felt his tongue furrowing around the outer lips of her cunt, then suddenly dart against its very apex. With the tip of his tongue, the unknown man was searching for, then finding the soft little nodule of her clitoris, hidden in its protective cowl of soft sensitive pink cuntal flesh. An electrifying current galvanized her, made her hips jerk salaciously, so that it seemed she was almost trying to mash her cunt into her ravisher's face. Janice burst into hysterical sobs, her face turning back and forth, her superb round titties heaving turbulently.Then again the man straightened, leaving her trembling and distraught, a buzzing in her ears, and only the damp coldness of the stone against her squirming bottom assuring her that this was not a nightmare but reality."Now, I think you're ready to be fucked for the first time by your new master, Janice. Ordinarily, with a new bondage slave I'd put her through a lengthy ritual of preparation. But with you, my dear, I rather think shock treatment is in order. At least it will assure you that you belong to me. Get ready to be fucked!"Suddenly she felt him mount upon her, and he was naked. She could feel his hairy chest flattening down the heaving cantaloupes of her creamy breasts, feel his thighs rub against the insides of hers. Now his hands had slipped under her buttocks, his wiry fingers gripping the base of the succulent round hemispheres. And she felt the rigidity of his swollen, elongated prick rubbing against her lower belly as for the moment he was content to lie upon her, to master her and force her to realize what was going to happen.He-he's going to h-have me in my p-pussy! Oh, please don't let him-oh, no, Bill's been the only man who's ever been to bed with me-Oh, I don't want him to, God! He's making me be unfaithful to my husband-and Bill's mad at me-if he could only know that his poor wife is being forced because she's tied up like this and helpless-oh please don't let him-Ugh, I can feel his big hard cock rubbing against my tummy-he's going to-he's going top-poke it into me-oh Bill, help your poor wife, save her-oh no-now he's-suddenly Janice felt the plum-shaped glans of her unseen ravisher's prick press gently against the twitching thin lips of her vulva, and she arched and twisted, desperately trying to avert his penetration. The man chuckled softly, and without haste kept prodding against the target. Whimpering, gasping, squirming repeatedly, turning her blindfolded, tear stained face this way and that, Janice tried her utmost to prevent his entering her cuntal sheath.Then suddenly, she uttered a terrified muffled shriek, as his forefinger nudged her puckering butt hole. Instinctively clenching her bottom muscles, she tried to twist herself and at that very moment his prick had pried apart the lips of her vulva and slowly probed along the lobby of her tight, warm cuntal sheath."Mmmmmfffffgggg!"Her muscles writhed under her sweating, pale-creamy, rosy-flecked skin as Janice strove to remain motionless, using her body's only resource to tell her rapist that she would do nothing to give him pleasure. Her face twisted to one side. Closing her eyes under the blindfold, digging her fingernails into her sweating palms, she submitted herself.His fingertip insinuated between the shrinking, contracting lips of her virgin asshole, as he pressed slowly forward into her cuntal sheath. She gasped at the dual sensations, ground her teeth to suppress that evidence of awareness of his usage of her."I know, my dear, you think fucking is so plebeian, don't you? But that's one of the many things you're going to learn-or rather unlearn," his suave voice again taunted her.Now his other hand squeezed one of her heaving titties, as he slowly, inexorably pressed his prick home to the balls, then immobilized himself. Janice shuddered as she felt herself completely harpooned. Her cunt felt stretched and filled as it had never felt before not even with Bill, yet he lay motionless now, apparently content to enjoy her reactions.His other finger had burrowed about half an inch inside her asshole, and now she felt the involuntary contractions of her rectal walls against his degrading invasion. And then, very slowly, his prick began to draw back to the very brink of her cuntal lips, immobilize itself, and slowly thrust back to gouge along the quivering crannies of her sensitized soft tight cunt."Mmmmmmggggg!" She could not hold back the sobbing moan. Ohhh, why doesn't he hurry up and get it over with? He's torturing me, the beast!! Ohhh, my p-pussy feels so full and st-stretched!-if he would only take his finger out of my b-bottom oh this is so disgraceful, so shameful! Oh Bill, save me, find me, oh, please, darling, I'll make it up to you! Oh, if only I hadn't got you so angry-and I still don't know why-ohh, he's moving his c-cock inside of me, so slowly, back and forth, I feel so funny-oh why doesn't he hurry, why doesn't he do it to me and get off-he's crushing me, and I'm chained and I can't move- and his finger inside my bottom is starting to tickle and work around now-oh this is horrible! Above her, Janice could hear the rasping breathing of her naked ravisher. She turned her face to the other side, gritting her teeth and trying not to squirm. But the finger was waggling inside her asshole, causing her to jerk her hips convulsively, and her tears and blushes asserted the anguished shame of knowing that she was thus taking part in her own degradation.She could feel the slow withdrawal of his bulging long hard cock, rasping the sensitized volutes of her cuntal sheath, pausing for what was an agonizing eternity at the entry of her vulva, then thrusting slowly and calculatedly back until his balls banged against her squirming, upturned lower buttocks.Then suddenly she uttered a sobbing groan. He had pulled out of her completely, and his finger too. And then, without warning, there was a sudden hot drench of sticky, viscous liquid spattering her belly and breasts."That, Janice, is spunk, gism or prick juice, as you please to call it. I want you to get very used to it, very respectful of it, too. It's a sacred substance for a bondage slave, and she must learn to relish it and adore it in all of her openings as on her bare skin. Well, my dear, that's your first lesson. This evening, just before supper, I'll have you bathed and dressed and ready for preparation to some of the members of my bondage club."Janice heard his mocking explanation as in a daze. Even as she heard him walk over to the door, open it, then close and lock it, she was squirming and wriggling, and whimpering softly to herself. Because, though she didn't yet dare admit it to herself, the unexpected and degrading end of his fucking her had left her cuntal sheath twitching and throbbing with a longing that she had no way of satisfying, spread-eagled and helpless as she was. And as the moments passed, she found herself trying to wriggle back and forth as if by rubbing her bare bottom against the stone floor she could somehow fulfill the unsatisfied yearning in her newly wakened cunt.CHAPTER TWOJanice groaned and grimaced in discomfort. She had tried to doze during the long hours which had followed her abduction, stripping and chaining and then rape, but the cold floor and the traction on her wrists and ankles had prevented that. Equally distressing had been the sticky wetness on her shuddering breasts and belly. But most of all, apart from the panic which persisted in her ignorance of her captors' identity or their ultimate intent with her, had been the feverishly irritating sensation in her cunt. A maddening, dull ache had lingered long after her unseen rapist had left her. And, during the long hours which had followed, Janice had been horrifyingly aware of the indecency of her gaping, hairless mound and its hypersensitized vulnerability.When she heard the door unlock again, she uttered a frantic muffled cry and again tried to clench her thighs together. Oh not again, oh please God, not again! I-I'm so ashamed, so dirtied, it's just dreadful!