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Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 11
It seemed like an eternity before the front door cracked and his voice announced she had two choices. She could be driven home, as is, and dropped off at her apartment to explain to her husband what happened to her clothing. She could enter the house and take whatever punishment he intended to mete out to her. He gave her thirty seconds to choose. Marsha felt as if she was turning into a block of ice; her decision was rather easy to make. She asked him to allow her to enter his home so she could be properly disciplined for her boorish behavior. The door swung open and she was ordered to enter, and be quick about it.
He slapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists the moment she was through the door. Now she was naked and restrained, totally at his mercy. She felt her quim begin to get wet at the prospect before her. He pushed her roughly toward the staircase and landed a few heavy slaps to her goose bumped bottom. He continued to spank her as she mounted the stairs. It was difficult to keep her balance between having her hands cuffed behind her back and the spanking she was getting as she climbed up to the second floor.
Without being told, she turned and headed toward the bathroom as he followed, still dealing one stinging blow after another to her tingling rump. The door to the tiled room was open and she walked into the brightly lit lavatory and waited for his instructions. He shoved her into the shower stall and warned her about trying to leave before her shower was over. Marsha stepped in and shivered in anticipation of a scalding assault on her bare body.
She was totally unprepared for the torrent of icy water that poured down on her naked body. Her first reaction was to push against the door, to discover to her dismay that he had blocked it from opening. The cold was intense and she shivered uncontrollably as her nipples hardened and she felt the urge to relieve herself. She took advantage of the situation and soon felt her warm pee wending its way down the insides of her thighs to coil around her legs and finally disappear into the drain. After what seemed like an eternity, he opened the door and turned off the cold water, but refused to allow her to exit the stall. It wasn't until he stepped into the shower area that Marsha realized he was naked and sporting a decent erection as well. Things were about to get interesting, maybe even enjoyable.
Mr. Featherstone turned on the shower and this time made it more temperate. He proceeded to soap up his hands and started massaging Marsha's bee sting tits from behind her back. She could also feel the pressure from his hard sex organ that was poking against her wet flesh, seeking for a place to enter. The young bride began to relax, dreaming of a delightful sex session here in the shower with the warm water cascading down upon them. His soapy hands began moving down to her vulva and she made no effort to prevent that either. One of those hands parted her cunt lips and the other made a partial entry and began thumbing her clit, which responded by coming out from beneath its protective hood. Marsha was almost limp, eager for even more aggressive moves on his part.
He moved so fast that she wasn't even aware of his objective until she felt this sharp pain in her arsehole. She straightened up and tried to escape, but his firm hand on her belly and the finger hooked inside her bunghole made short work of that effort. She grunted as he pushed his middle finger deeper still and then moved it from side to wide, widening her tunnel painfully. He laughed and inquired if she wanted him to give her a thorough cleansing before they embarked on other activities. Marsha was caught speechless and could do nothing but make things as easy for her as possible under the circumstances. His next act was designed to bring her low and he was successful. He pressed his soapy finger, the one just fresh from her lower bowel, into her mouth. The taste of the soap was bad enough, but there was something even more disgusting being carried into her mouth. She gagged and for her trouble received a vicious slap on the rump and then a cruel twist of one of her stiff nipples that brought a scream from her. Unfortunately the shower stall did a good job of muting her outcry.
Marsha found herself pushed into the corner before he grabbed both of her tits and began squeezing the nipples until she thought they'd tear off. He brought his knee up into her cleft and she felt her last meal trying to come up. When he banged her head against the tiles, Marsha thought her time on this earth was measured in minutes. Now his hands had closed round her neck and she panicked as he cut off her air supply. She tried kneeing him, but missed and for her troubles he smashed her head back into the tiles once again, making her see stars.
The young wife was now convinced that she would die in this little cubicle with the water raining down on her helpless body. He jabbed his finger deep into her quim and brought it up to her lips. She opened her mouth, hoping against hope that this would calm him down, and so it did. Marsha had no idea just how many times he inserted his finger into her bum hole and twat, before feeding the soapy digit into her mouth. After a time she didn't even notice the taste of the soap or that other ingredient.
Suddenly he opened the door and dragged her out into the main part of the bathroom. He ordered her to stand still and wait for his return. She did as he instructed and in a few minutes he returned, wearing a robe and carrying a length of rope. To her horror he looped it around the shower curtain bar over the tub, and fastened a crude noose at the end. "Was he about to hang her? This couldn't be happening to her?" These thoughts flashed through her mind as he approached her and put the noose around her neck. She was unable to stop him and soon he had pulled the noose tight. He stepped back and smiled, before announcing that he needed some time to prepare a few surprises for her. He warned her that the floor was quite slippery and her best bet was to try her best to stay still, no matter what the temptation. He slapped her across the tits, bringing a gasp of surprise and pain from his guest. Then to her horror he proceeded to spill soapy water all over the area of the floor upon which she stood. Marsha began shaking with fear at the prospect that she just could have a terrible accident, one that might prove fatal.
The poor girl was so upset that she didn't stop to think what might happen if indeed she hung herself in Mr. Featherstone's bathroom. He had already done his homework and was standing right outside the door waiting for her to slip and fall. In fact he had a little peephole that he had put to use on more than one occasion with one of his "guests". While he watched and waited, his hand was busy making sure his erection stayed firm and ready. She didn't know it, but there was a very good chance that within a few weeks she'd be sporting a set of D-cup tits that would make her one sexy package when you added in her plump arse, good legs and pretty face. This one, with a breast augmentation, would turn heads on any street in London. If you coupled that with her tight twat and a bum hole made for arse fucking, you had the perfect fuck buddy or lady of the evening.
He decided to give his guest a few minutes to realize that the bathroom window was open, letting in lots of cool night air plus the damp fog. He made a quick calculation and gave her perhaps two or three minutes before the evaporating water started cooling her skin and then the flesh beneath. He would look like a knight in shining armor if she had a minor slip and he was quick to rescue her. Seconds later she gave into temptation and made a move that might make her position more stable. Her foot went out from under her and she lost her balance, bringing the noose into play. It quickly cut off her air and the ability to call out for help. He counted to ten slowly before rushing in and rescuing the damsel in distress. It never failed to provide some splendid opportunities for the type of thank you that always came gift-wrapped in hot, wet pussy. Actually he was aiming for something extra such as a nice lengthy buggering of her tight bottom hole, upon which he was beginning to dote.
Reviving Marsha was a piece of cake and she was most grateful indeed, offering up her naked body for any activity that suited his fancy. For openers he had her kneel and suck his member until it was stiff and throbbing. Then over the edge of the tub she went so he could sodomize her to his heart's content. It was well worth the effort of getting her into and out of a precarious situation he had designed and executed. She was delightfully tight, but oh, so willing. He went in and out, side to side, even up and down, done with great difficulty, but accomplished, nonetheless. She sighed and clenched her plump bum cheeks to encourage him to greater efforts, which he achieved. He positively flooded her bowels with his boiling seed, and then inserted two fingers to scoop out some of his salty offering, which she eagerly attacked with gusto. Her enthusiasm put him in a very forgiving mood as she sucked his fingers clean time after time. He decided to table her spanking, or was it to be a whipping, to a later time either tonight or the next time they had a "date".
He freed her from the cuffs long enough to allow Marsha to dry her hair and get the few external damp spots that still required some attention. Back went the cuffs and he gave her an affectionate spank, pushed her out of the bathroom and marched her into his bedroom, which delighted her no end. She was still very excited and thrilled that she might have another chance to enjoy his stiff cock and everything that came with it.
He had her settle down between his spread thighs and begin sucking, licking, kissing and nibbling on is private parts, warning her that he'd take the skin off her bottom if she so much as nipped him by accident. Once she put a little life into his member, she'd be given further instructions. Soon Marsha was bobbing up and down on his slowly hardening cock while he patted her head and stared at the ceiling. Suddenly he began talking about his conversation with his friend the plastic surgeon.
His name was Carver Cleaver and he was rather famous for his skill and innovative approach to beautifying women well past their physical prime. His fee was outrageous, but that was an issue to be resolved between the two of them, if he agreed to take her on as his patient. The first thing he wanted from her was nude pictures, full frontal, back and side views. If they interested him, then there would be an interview and a more invasive examination of her body. Marsha was riveted on every word, so much so that she had stopped doing anything to retain his cock's stiffness. For that she received a few rather heavy-handed spanks and the threat of a session on the latest addition to his home's furnishing, the prayer bench.
Marsha wasted no time reviving his member to its former state. He then had her practice her deep throating technique, which showed a glaring lack of sophistication when it came to the more challenging aspects of the sex act. However this might give her a leg up, so to speak, in her interview with the good surgeon. Carver Cleaver liked them young, which nineteen year-old Marsha was, and still virtually a blank slate, something he could attest as true to his friend. Then he casually mentioned if she had anyone trustworthy that might be even younger, just in case they had to haggle with him. At first she thought not, then had to own up to Ruby, the fourteen year-old prostitute in training. She'd no doubt fit the bill and she already had a good set of tits on her as well. After more thought she also had to admit that Andrew's younger sister, Rosalyn, also fit the bill. She was perhaps seventeen and very well fixed when it came to tits and also had a plump bottom that was considered by most men as very pinchable.
Her client was quite impressed by her honesty in the matter, assuring her that neither young lady would interfere with their budding relationship. He had already invested enough time in Marsha, and didn't have the heart or energy to start all over again, unless she proved to be a total disaster. He then gave her an option, her ass once more or a session over his knee. To his astonishment and delight she opted for both, suggesting that a good spanking would really get her fired up for the shagging that would follow. Soon she was laying across his lap, that cock she had worked to harden poking into her stomach, which excited her no end.
She took a terrific spanking, one that was part enthusiasm and part payback, leaving her feeling as if her bum had somehow caught on fire. The sex that followed was top drawer. He buggered her for what seemed like an eternity and she loved every stressful minute she spent being skewered to her limit. He hosed her insides and collapsed on her back, his cock still imprisoned by her clutching sphincter muscle and the tight tube of bum hole flesh still enveloping that well used member. For a moment Marsha had the eerie feeling that perhaps her client had suffered a seizure or even a heart attack. Then he exhaled and thrust his semi-hard cock into her one more time before pulling out with a soft, liquid pop.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
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