Madam Mim
One Big Modern Mess
- Joined
- May 30, 2013
Instead of choking her harder John eased up, much to Jenny's disappointment. She gasped when her husband--the only man in her life, the man she had sworn her life to--released his grip on her. She scrabbled for his hands but they reached back to grip her ankles, wrapping them up over his shoulders. She grunted as he thrust hard again, gripping her throat and demanding to know whether she wanted everyone to see. Each thrust forced her knees against her chest, leaving her uncomfortably cramped and claustrophobic when combined with the choking. Still she clenched around him at the threat to bend her over the rail.
"Yes," she rasped, clenching again as she felt him pulse inside her. "I want them...to watch...watch you fuck me...fill me...with cum. Watch...watch you punish...me...Show them what...what a whore like...that gets..." The dirty talk wasn't new. The choking wasn't new. Even punishment wasn't new. But Jenny wanted to get off on being hurt in a way that wasn't inherently designed for pleasure. She wanted her body to betray her, to cum against her will as he beat her within an inch of her life. She wanted him to use her unconscious body as his personal fuck toy, to make sure she couldn't stand when it was all over, to fuck her in a way that would kill a mortal whore. It was what she deserved for what she had done, for her sin against him and against God.
"They'd...they'd get off...on it...y'know..." she grunted. "Watching you...hit me...choke me out...fuck your cum...cum into me...while I screamed..." God was that the hardest he could squeeze? "Watching you hurt...hurt me...bruise me..."
"Yes," she rasped, clenching again as she felt him pulse inside her. "I want them...to watch...watch you fuck me...fill me...with cum. Watch...watch you punish...me...Show them what...what a whore like...that gets..." The dirty talk wasn't new. The choking wasn't new. Even punishment wasn't new. But Jenny wanted to get off on being hurt in a way that wasn't inherently designed for pleasure. She wanted her body to betray her, to cum against her will as he beat her within an inch of her life. She wanted him to use her unconscious body as his personal fuck toy, to make sure she couldn't stand when it was all over, to fuck her in a way that would kill a mortal whore. It was what she deserved for what she had done, for her sin against him and against God.
"They'd...they'd get off...on it...y'know..." she grunted. "Watching you...hit me...choke me out...fuck your cum...cum into me...while I screamed..." God was that the hardest he could squeeze? "Watching you hurt...hurt me...bruise me..."