Depths of Depravation (20 page)

‘The reason that I didn’t want you and Tony to get together was because I didn’t want to see you get hurt,’ Belinda said, toying with her coffee cup.

‘I won’t get hurt, Mum,’ Desiree returned.

‘Won’t you? Tony is twenty-seven years old. He’s been around the world, met women, no doubt gone into bars and clubs…Do you honestly believe that he’s never touched another woman?’

‘Well, I…That’s why I’m confused. I agree with you that it seems rather odd that a man of his age hasn’t done anything. He swears that he’s a virgin, but…’

‘But, you don’t believe him?’

‘I want to believe him, Mum. But I can’t. I know that you don’t like him, I know that he’s twenty-seven, I know that he’s been around the world…But I love him. If he’s not a virgin, if he’s lying, then it’s because he doesn’t want to hurt me.’

‘But, he
is
hurting you. Can’t you see that? You’re confused, you didn’t sleep properly…He
is
hurting you, Desiree.’

‘I’d better get on with my work.’ Desiree sighed, finishing her coffee and leaving the table.

‘My advice is…don’t do anything yet. Don’t lose your virginity yet.’

‘Yes, well…I’d better do my work.’

Fuming as the girl went into the house, Belinda decided to have this out with Tony. He’d touched her, probably fondled her breasts and fingered her vagina and…Had she touched him? she wondered fearfully. Had he taught her how to wank his cock and bring out his spunk? If she’d sucked his knob, swallowed his spunk and…Recalling her teenage years, she knew that she’d have been only too eager to suck a cock and drink the creamy spunk. How many boys had come in her mouth? she wondered. How much sperm had she swallowed?

Anger welling in the pit of her stomach, she went up to her room and slipped into her summer dress. The time had come to deal with Tony once and for all. No more lies or threats or deals. No more stupid games. The time had come to put a stop to his nonsense. Hearing Desiree tapping on her computer keyboard, she slipped downstairs and left by the back door. Desiree was so young and innocent, she mused, as she crossed the lawn to the bushes. To think that Tony had had his hand inside her knickers, to think that he’d squeezed her breasts…If she’d gripped his cock, wanked him and brought out his sperm, then it would not be long before he was shafting her virgin pussy.

‘Tony rang while you were in the shower,’ Desiree said excitedly as she finished her breakfast. ‘He’s home this afternoon.’

‘Oh, right,’ Belinda murmured, her stomach churning. ‘The week has gone so quickly.’

‘It’s dragged by for me. He said that Spain was too hot. At least the computer room he was working in was air conditioned.’

‘I still think it odd that he went off to Spain for a week without saying anything.’

‘I’ve already told you that he had a phone call and had to rush off.’

‘Without so much as a goodbye?’

‘His company sent a taxi for him. There was no time for anything.’

‘You’ve done really well with your studies during the week. I hope you’ll continue to work hard.’

‘Of course I will. Right, I’m off to college. I’ll see you later.’

‘All right.’

As Desiree left the house, Belinda again thought it odd that Tony had rushed off without saying anything. He’d sneaked out of her house after that fateful episode in the marital bed, and had dashed off to Spain without a word. At least the week had been quiet, she mused, as she cleared away the breakfast things. Desiree had spent all her spare time studying, Belinda had enjoyed gardening – things had been back to normal. But, now? Tony was like a dark cloud, she reflected. The sun had shone for a week, but now the black cloud was looming on the horizon.

Pacing the lounge floor for hours, Belinda repeatedly looked out of the window. She hoped that Tony would arrive home before Desiree got back from college. She had to speak to him, make him understand that things were going to change from now on. No more crude sex, no more adultery, threats, blackmail, lies and deceit. Things were going to change. Sex, she mused dolefully, imagining his hard cock shafting her tight pussy. The feel of his knob battering her cervix, the taste of his fresh spunk…

Hearing a noise next door, she knew that Tony was home. She must have missed him arriving, she mused, as she left the house by the front door. Walking briskly up his front path, she didn’t want to waste any time. Desiree might come home early, she thought, ringing the bell. The first thing the girl would do was to visit Tony, and Belinda didn’t want that. This was going to end, here and now.

‘Ah, it’s the little slut,’ Tony said as he opened the door. ‘Come in.’

‘You can cut that out,’ Belinda snapped, walking into the hall and closing the front door. ‘We need to talk.’

‘I’d have thought that you’d need to fuck after a whole week without my cock?’ he quipped leading her into the lounge. ‘Have you been fucking yourself with a cucumber or…’

‘I had a long talk with Desiree the day you went away.’

‘Oh?’

‘She admitted that you’ve touched her, done things to her.’

‘I told you that I’d fucked her.’

‘I know that you haven’t gone that far, yet. Desiree is an honest girl. She wouldn’t lie to me.’

‘OK, so I’ve fingered her tight little pussy.’

‘Has she touched you?’

‘No, not yet.’

‘Tony, this has got to stop.’

‘Why?’

‘Because…You fuck me, and then finger my daughter? Obviously, you plan to have both of us. Is that your kick? Is that your plan: to fuck mother and daughter?’

‘I’ve told you all along that it’s you I want.’ He sighed. ‘You push me away, and I’ll go to Desiree for sex.’

‘I didn’t push you away, for God’s sake. I kept to my side of the deal.’

‘The day I fingered Desiree’s hot little cunt was the day you said that you wanted nothing more to do with me. You seem to be suffering from short-term memory loss.’

‘I wanted this to end, Tony. Can’t you see that?’

‘And I don’t want it to end. What we did in your bed was amazing. And I want more. If I don’t get it from you, then I’ll get it from your daughter. I don’t know why you can’t accept that.’

‘I had accepted it and was going along with you. What I didn’t realise was that you were touching my daughter, fingering my daughter. You lied to me.’

‘You turned me down, so I went to Desiree. I didn’t lie to you, Belinda. I told you what I’d do if you turned me down. I’ve said all along that it’s either you or Desiree. I didn’t lie to you. Perhaps you’ll believe me now when I tell you that it’s either you or Desiree?’

‘I…Please, keep away from her. I’ll do anything…’

‘I know you will, Belinda. You’ll do anything and everything I tell you. Do you understand?’

‘Yes, but you must swear to keep away from Desiree. She’ll be round to see you later. Please, tell her that it’s over. Tell her that…’

‘All right, I’ll do that. Now, I want you to strip naked and go up to my sex den.’

‘Yes, yes, anything. But, first, swear on your life that you’ll not touch Desiree again.’

‘I swear on my life, Belinda. But, the minute you mess me about, then I fuck the girl. So, you’ll do as I ask when I ask. Agreed?’

‘Agreed.’

Slipping out of her dress, Belinda knew that she was in for a session of sexual abuse. But, as long as Tony kept his word, she’d do anything. To keep him away from Desiree was of paramount importance. He’d already violated her young body by pushing his finger into her young vagina. That was bad enough, she thought anxiously, as she unhooked her bra and pulled her panties down. But it could have been a lot worse.

‘Stubble?’ Tony remarked, eyeing the hairs sprouting on her vaginal lips. ‘This won’t do, Belinda. You’ll shave the minute you get home. Do you understand?’

‘But, my husband…’

‘That’s your problem, not mine. Now, get upstairs.’

Climbing the stairs with Tony following, she knew that he was eyeing the bulge of her pussy lips nestling between her slender thighs. With her womb contracting and her stomach somersaulting, she also knew that she was desperate for crude sex. She’d masturbated every day since he’d been away, sometimes twice a day. She’d thought about his cock, imagined his sperm bathing her tongue, splattering her cervix, filling her bowels…But she’d sworn not to succumb to her inner desires and have sex with him. Again, she’d lost the battle.

But she was doing this for Desiree’s sake, she reflected as she entered the sex den. No, she mused. The reason was twofold: to keep Desiree safe, and to enjoy hard, cold sex with her neighbour. Brian would notice her shaved pussy, she knew. But she’d come up with some excuse or other. Whether he believed her or not didn’t matter. She’d rather have to try to explain her shaved pussy to her husband than to think that Desiree had shaved for Tony.

Following Tony’s instructions and standing against the wooden frame, she allowed him to cuff her wrists and ankles. Her naked body bent over as he folded the frame and her long black hair cascaded over the floor. She looked up between her thighs as he knelt behind her and parted the firm cheeks of her bare bottom. This was her life now, she thought, as she felt his wet tongue teasing the sensitive eye of her anus. Crude sex, adultery, lies, deceit, betrayal…She was nothing more than a lump of female meat to be used and abused by her master.

‘You’ve been a naughty girl,’ Tony said, standing up. ‘You haven’t been shaving. I told you to keep your pussy shaved for me, and you deliberately ignored my order. That, in my opinion, isn’t the way an obedient slave should behave. You leave me no choice, Belinda. I’ll have to cane you.’

Saying nothing as he took a thin bamboo cane from the small corner table, Belinda squeezed her eyes shut. He would have caned her whether she’d shaved or not, she knew, as he ran the end of the cane up and down her anal gully. He didn’t need an excuse or a reason to thrash her. The first strike of the thin bamboo across her tensed buttocks jolted her naked body and she let out a deafening yelp. Again, the cane bit into the tensed flesh of her naked bottom. She couldn’t take too much of this, she knew, as the thin bamboo repeatedly landed across her burning buttocks. Her taut buttocks stung like hell and she felt dizzy. Six lashes, seven, eight…

‘Please, no more,’ she finally cried as the cane flailed her glowing bottom with a deafening crack. Ignoring her, Tony continued with the merciless thrashing. The pain permeated her glowing buttocks and her juices of arousal streamed down her inner thighs. She knew that she was in for an anal shafting the minute Tony had finished thrashing her. No one would know that she’d had anal sex with her next-door neighbour. But the weals fanning out across her crimsoned bottom would remain for at least a week. Evidence of her crude and illicit debauchery.

Breathing a sigh of relief as Tony finally dropped the cane to the floor, she watched as he then took something from a shelf and knelt behind her. He parted the fleshy pads of her outer labia and attached two metal clips to the sensitive wings of her inner lips. Fixing chains to the clips, he chuckled as he explained that she was going to be stretched. Her eyes widened as he hung weights from the chains and she watched the delicate petals of her inner labia pull away from her vaginal valley.

Leaving the heavy weights swinging between her thighs, painfully stretching the engorged petals of her inner labia, Tony grabbed a jar of Vaseline from the shelf. He smeared the grease over her anus, working it deep into her rectum with his finger, and then forced something hard and cold into the tight sheath of her bottom hole. Belinda said nothing as he twisted the shaft and pushed it fully home. This was the crude treatment she was saving her daughter from, she mused, as he rammed a huge vibrator deep into her vaginal canal. This was the crude treatment she’d longed for while Tony had been away. With her sex holes bloated, painfully stretched wide open, she knew that she was a common slut.

‘What the hell are you doing?’ she asked him as he blindfolded her.

‘I’m going to take some photographs,’ he replied. ‘You don’t want to be recognised, do you?’

‘God, no,’ she said. ‘You’re a bloody pervert. You have no idea how to treat a –’

‘You’re no lady,’ he cut in. ‘I’ll remove the blindfold, if you like?’

‘No, no. Just get it over with and let me go.’

Hearing movements as she peered into the darkness of the blindfold, she imagined her husband discovering the incriminating photographs. Hoping that the blindfold was enough to conceal her identity, she listened to the camera shutter as Tony took his pornographic pictures. If Desiree saw the evidence of her debauchery, she’d never understand. No one would understand, she knew, as Tony yanked the object out of her rectal canal.

‘I’ll take a few shots of my cock up your arse,’ he said, chuckling. The burning globes of her bottom rudely yanked apart, she felt his bulbous knob pressing hard against her well-greased anus. He was a pervert, she again thought, as his glans slipped past her defeated anal sphincter muscles and peered into the depths of her rectum. But, what was she? Her vaginal sheath bloated by the huge vibrator, she gasped as he forced his solid cock deep into her bottom hole until his knob came to rest in the dank heat of her bowels. He was a pervert. And she was a slut.

The heavy weights swinging between her thighs, painfully stretching the pink wings of her inner labia, she grimaced as he began his thrusting motions. Never had she known such perversity, such degradation and humiliation. The camera shutter clicked as her tethered body rocked with the anal shafting. She thanked God that her face wasn’t in shot. At least Tony had had the decency to blindfold her and conceal her identity, but what did he intend to do with the photographs? Sell them to a porn mag? Put them on the internet for all to see?

‘Are you ready for my spunk?’ Tony asked. Belinda could feel his lower belly slapping her crimsoned buttocks as he increased his shafting rhythm. Remaining silent, she felt her vaginal muscles tighten around the vibrator as her rectal duct flooded with creamy sperm. She knew that, apart from the incredible physical sensations permeating her tethered body, it was the thought of the crude shafting of her bottom hole that was sending her arousal sky-high. Bondage, a naked-bottom caning, the weights stretching her inner lips, a hard anal shafting…It was the very idea of the crude sexual abuse of her naked body that was driving her libido to hitherto unknown heights.

‘I’ll take a few shots of my spunk oozing out of your arsehole,’ Tony said. Gasping as she felt his cock slide out of her rectum with a loud sucking sound, Belinda again heard the camera shutter clicking. She needed her freedom now. Her limbs were aching, her buttocks were stinging like hell, her rectal sheath was burning. She needed to go home and take a shower and rest. But Tony had other ideas. Amazed as he again drove his solid cock deep into her bottom, she let out a cry.

‘No more,’ she pleaded. ‘God, please, not again.’

‘Again and again.’ He sniggered, driving his swollen knob deep into the fiery heat of her bowels. ‘Again and again.’

‘I don’t know how you manage it,’ she said. ‘You must be some kind of sex machine.’

‘I am, Belinda. I am.’

Unable to comprehend his amazing staying power, Belinda listened to the squelching of sperm as he again shafted her inflamed rectal canal with a vengeance. Brian was a wimp in comparison to this sex maniac, she reflected, as the weights swinging from her rubicund inner lips painfully stretched her intimate sex flesh. Brian with his excuses, his weekly shafting and sperming from behind followed by his snoring…He was no match for Tony.

Over the years of staid sex, Belinda had forgotten what it was like to enjoy a hard shafting. Tony’s dirty talk and his virility had roused her sleeping lust, woken her inner desires. Now, she knew that she couldn’t live without Tony and his magnificent cock. Although Brian had done nothing wrong, she realised that she was beginning to dislike him. He was boring, a stick-in-the-mud, unadventurous, he lacked spontaneity…But he was her husband, she mused. And he was Desiree’s father. The marital home, the family unit…

‘More spunk, Belinda.’ Tony chuckled. ‘That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want your arse overflowing with spunk.’

‘Yes, yes,’ she murmured, her rectal duct again tightening around his veined shaft.

Her caned buttocks still stinging, her rectal duct burning, her vagina painfully gripping the vibrator, Belinda felt the second load of orgasmic cream flooding the fiery depths of her bowels. She’d never dreamed that such crude abuse of her naked body could bring her such immense pleasure. Then again, her dreams of hard sex had melted over the years. Everything had melted over the years, she reflected. Her life had become mundane, monotonous…Until now.