Honeymoon Gone Awry Part II Chapter 3

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This story is a continuation of “Honeymoon Gone Awry.” If you haven’t done so already, you might want to read it first before continuing with this sequel. This story will be difficult to understand without the background material provided in the first story.  It can be found at http://www1.asstr.org/~Kirk 

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Doug’s day wasn’t much better than Julie’s.  Monica kept him in a constant state of arousal even though he was unable to achieve an erection. His frustration built with every passing moment. He was so close to cumming last night, and yesterday morning Monica was amazing. What happened? Why was she tormenting him like this now?

After a shower Doug dressed casually and was taken down to breakfast. Of course, he still wore the Houdini Chastity Cage under his slacks. By this time Julie had already left for the dentist with Edgar.  What a shock it would be for Doug when he found out what his wife was being subjected to this fine day. Little did he know that this was just the beginning of the nightmare for both of them.

Monica dressed very seductively to keep Doug interested. Her modest halter top which left little to the imagination and short skirt immediately drew his attention. The six inch stiletto heels made the Amazon appear even taller and more alluring. 

The strategy being used with Doug was somewhat different than the direction they were taking with Julie. Mentally they wanted to break Doug and bring into question his Christian values. The most obvious method was deprivation. Keep the young newlywed in a constant state of arousal with only the promise of release. In this state of mind it would be much easier to manipulate him and mold him. Eventually he would reach a point where he would do anything to achieve a climax. He would also witness the bizarre modifications being made to his new bride with no way to come to her aid. This feeling of helplessness would also serve their purposes well – lowering his self-esteem and accentuating his impotence as the protector of his lovely bride. Monica planned on putting him in his place this very day.

Doug stared at Monica all through breakfast captivated by the seductive vixen. She took every opportunity to give him a good look at her ample cleavage which he stared at openly not hiding the fact that he was intrigued with her. The ache in his balls and semi-hard cock was taking its toll on our young newlywed. He knew this was wrong. He knew lusting after another woman was a sin especially now that he was married, but temptation was winning out in his battle to remain at least mentally true to his bride.

After breakfast they went back to the suite.  

“Strip, Doug!” Monica ordered.

Doug knew that he shouldn’t be so eager to comply with her wishes, but the lust burning in his loins told him otherwise. He took off his clothes with no hesitation as Monica watched him. Lust for this intriguing woman was winning the battle. 

“Now lock your hands behind your neck. I think it’s about time you learn your place in this household,” Monica ordered.

Doug was confused and had no idea what she was talking about.

She walked up to him and slapped him across the face hard. 

Doug was startled. This was the first time Monica treated him this badly.

“Did I give you an order?” Monica demanded.

“Yes,” Doug answered as he locked his hands behind his neck.

“Now spread your legs apart,” Monica ordered as she kicked his feet further apart.

“Doug, are you a Christian?”  Monica questioned.

“Yes, of course,” Doug answered.

“Are you married?” Monica fired the question back at him.

“Yes, you know I am,” he answered.

“You’re a Christian and you’re married, and you obviously don’t respect the sanctity of marriage but look to me for sexual gratification,” she accused him.

“That’s not true. I want Julie more than anything, but you and Edgar have made that impossible. It’s not my fault!” Doug blurted out in frustration.

“Then whose fault is it? Did I make you come back here to Edgar’s estate? You were in your car and headed for South Carolina. You’re the one who turned your car around and came knocking at Edgar’s door,” Monica answered.

Doug hung his head in shame. He knew she was right. He was responsible for his own actions. No one made him return.

“You had your wife alone, and you did nothing!” she said unbelievingly.

He had no response. She was right. What a fool he was.

“And to think you call yourself a Christian! Look at the way you’ve lusted after me and encouraged me to suck your cock and make you cum. My God, look at the pleasure you get out of watching your own wife suffer,” she accused him.

Doug was filled with guilt. Everything she said was true. 

Monica loved playing head games with the young newlywed. Didn’t he realize that none of this was his fault?  He was the victim.

“I don’t mean to be so hard on you, Doug,” Monica changed her tactic throwing him off completely. Her right hand cradled his captive balls as she slid the middle finger of her left hand into her own well lubricated pussy and swished it around.  Withdrawing her finger, she placed it against Doug’s lips while she continued her gentle stroking of his balls

"Taste me," Monica whispered as she slid her finger into his mouth. "Suck it.  Don't say anything.  Just suck it." 

Doug closed his eyes and accepted her finger in his mouth.  His lips closed and he tasted her.  Monica moved closer and tongued his ear.  Her hot black breasts burned against his white chest.

"You like this, don’t you, Doug," Monica whispered in his ear as she slowly slid her middle finger in and out of his sucking mouth. "You profess to be a good Christian boy, but you really like being a bad boy, don’t you?" she said, giving the head of his cock protruding from the metal tube a hard squeeze. 

Doug was filled with guilt.  He knew that this was wrong, but yes he did like it. She was throwing herself at him. What did she expect? But that was just a copout on his part. Yes, she was tempting him, but he could resist. He could be strong and keep his eyes on the Lord and not give in to temptation. He could be a good witness and let his light shine.

“This is wrong,” Doug said with as much conviction as he could muster.

“Yes, it is, but you don’t care, do you, Doug?” she asked.

Doug was speechless. He wanted to care but he did like what she was doing to him. She did things to him that no other woman ever did.

“You like being a bad boy.”

She withdrew her wet finger from his mouth and began playing with his pointy pink nipples.  She gently rolled the sensitive nubs between her forefingers and thumbs.  Doug moaned.  Pre-cum leaked from his imprisoned cock.

“Monica…”

"Don't talk," Monica said firmly, looking straight into Doug's blue eyes. "Look at you! You love every minute of this, my kinky little naughty boy."  

Her hands continued to play with his nipples.  

"Would you like me to tie you up?  Would you like me to use you for my own pleasure?” Monica hissed.

“I don’t know,” Doug whispered as he thought of his beautiful wife and how much he loved her. But Monica was doing things to him that excited him so much. How could he resist?

Monica worked her luscious lips up to Doug’s ear. She nibbled on his earlobe further exciting him.

“Do you want to fuck?” she whispered in his ear as her hand slid down to his crotch.

It would have been better if she just forced him like she did in the past, but instead she was asking him if he wanted to fuck. To outwardly say yes would be a sin. After all, he was a married man. He would be committing adultery. 

Monica suddenly squeezed his nipples and gave them a vicious twist.  Doug winced in pain.  Bolts of pain and pleasure shot from his nipples.  He drew a sharp breath between his clenched teeth and his fingers curled.  Monica released his nipples and stepped back. She seductively striped off her clothes and spread her legs wide wearing only her six inch stiletto heels. 

"Eat me, Doug. Eat my pussy," she ordered, pointing at her pussy.

Doug stared at the beautiful naked Amazon standing before him. He no longer needed to sneak a peak of her luscious tits hidden in the halter top. They were right there fully exposed, and now she offered him her pussy. 

Wordlessly, Doug dropped to his knees and kissed Monica's pussy. Lust won out. How could he possibly resist the juicy morsel placed before him? Monica held Doug’s head as he ran his tongue up and down between her pussy lips, lingering at the top of her slit to tease her hard, throbbing clit with each pass. She was juicing heavily and Doug sucked and licked up her juices greedily.

“Lower! Fuck my pussy with your tongue,” she insisted as she maneuvered his head lower toward her opening.

Oh how he would love to fuck her with his cock, but it was trapped in that damn tube. However, she offered him an opportunity to fuck her with his tongue – an opportunity he just couldn’t resist. He had to have her. He knew it was wrong and against everything he believed in but the flesh is weak he reasoned. How could he resist the tempting morsel that was placed before him? After all Eve didn’t resist the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden.

Doug buried his tongue in her wet hole, fucking her with his now rigid tongue. He no longer cared. It didn’t matter that he was committing a sin against God and once again breaking the vows he so recently made to love, honor, and cherish his bride. He explored as much as possible the walls of her juicy pussy as she rode his tongue, becoming more and more excited with each passing moment. He couldn’t get enough of this sensuous woman.

“Oh God, yes! That feels so good!”

She threw her head back and humped his face. She gasped when he nibbled her clit, grinding her snatch hard against his face. 

“Yes! Yes! That’s it, Doug!”

Her words excited him as he sucked harder desperately wanting to please her – desperately needing her approval.

She looked down between her heaving breasts, and saw his head buried between her legs. Finally unable to hold off any longer she orgasmed all over his face, drenching him in her juices.

Oh God, I’m cuuuummmiiing!” she screamed, grinding her pussy all over his tongue and face.

Poor Doug while highly excited suffered from a cock that was trapped in a steel cage unable to achieve rigidity. His balls ached more than ever. He so much wanted to cum. 

Monica pushed Doug away and stroked her pulsing pussy.  

"That was good," she said looking down at Doug kneeling on the floor. " That was very good, but there's more to come."  

She reached down, grasped his tender nipples, and pulled him to his feet.  Her juices dripped from his chin.  She pulled his lips to her breasts. Doug needed no further encouragement as he attacked her large luscious tits. He no longer had to gape at Monica’s luscious tits, they were his to possess and he took full advantage. All thoughts of his beautiful bride were gone from his mind.  He took her left nipple in his mouth and sucked greedily causing it to grow harder. He grated his teeth across her nipple lightly and pulled on it with his teeth. He gave her right nipple the same attention. He couldn’t get enough of her luscious black tits as he tried to stuff as much tit as possible into his mouth. He wanted to devour her. He no longer cared. 

She pulled his head from her breasts.

“You want me, don’t you?” Monica asked.

Doug looked at her with lust in his eyes, but he was in agony. The Houdini Chastity Cage effectively prevented him from achieving the hard-on he desperately wanted. His balls ached constantly.  His arousal was rewarded with agony and frustration, but yes he wanted her.

“Well, your wife had herself a grand time last night. How many times did she cum?” Monica retorted.

Images of Julie being fucked by Duke flooded his mind as he remembered the previous night. She came many times. He was denied. She was satisfied by the brute and even encouraged him to fuck her harder. He was denied. He lay awake all night frustrated – unable to do anything about the raging hard-on he sported all night, and now he was being punished for getting aroused.

“Get down on your knees!”

He obeyed her somewhat confused. She went over to a dresser and came back with four leather cuffs.

“Here put these on your wrists and ankles,” Monica ordered feverishly which she rubbed her wet sopping pussy. “You’ve got me so fucking hot again.”

Doug complied, still perplexed by the turn of events. He so much needed relief. The cum in his balls was boiling, and he was ready to explode. The only relief he had now was the constant drip of pre cum which oozed from his cock head.

“Good, now get down on your hands and knees,” she ordered.

Doug wondered what the beautiful Amazon was up to. Monica then attached his wrists and ankles to hidden rings in the floor with short chains that connected to D rings in the ankle and wrist cuffs. 

Doug heard some movement behind him and then Monica moved around to stand in front of him.  

His jaw dropped open when he saw Monica.

“What’s going on?” he asked hesitantly.

“We’re going to fuck, but you’re in no position to do the fucking, are you?” Monica asked.

“You could remove this cage, Monica,” Doug blurted out visibly frustrated by the state of affairs.

Monica slapped him hard across the face.

“Never talk to me in that tone of voice,” she ordered. “I’ll be doing the fucking today!”

Doug had a right to be apprehensive at Monica’s words for the Amazon had a large black dildo strapped to her waist. It stood out forebodingly ready to rend and tear its victim.

“You can’t do this,” Doug screamed as he struggled to free himself from the chains, but his efforts were useless and he knew it. He had forsaken all that he believed in by coming back to this God forsaken place, and now God was punishing him for his disobedience. At least this is what Doug thought as his fear of what Monica was about to do to him grew like a cancer.

Monica moved closer to him and grabbing him by the hair. She placed the head of the dildo against his lips. Smiling at him she said, “Lick it!”

Doug, fearing what she might do to him, obediently licked the head of the large black dildo as Monica looked down on him with satisfaction. She then slapped him across the face with the dildo – first the right cheek and then the left.

“Now suck the head of the dildo,” she ordered.

Doug was repulsed and disgusted by the thought of committing such an act, but what choice did he have? Here he was shackled to the floor on all fours totally defenseless. Oh God, he hoped Julie wouldn’t walk in and see him like this. Little did he know that the suite was equipped with a number of hidden video cameras and all of the action was at this time being captured on tape. Julie would eventually see the humiliating acts he was forced to perform if Monica and Edgar had anything to say about it.

“I said suck it,” she ordered, smacking him again on the face with the dildo.

Doug reluctantly took the head of the dildo in his mouth and sucked the repulsive rubber phallus. He silently cursed himself for not being stronger and resisting this woman.

“That’s better! Look up at me when you suck my cock,” she ordered, still grasping him by the hair and jerking his head up. 

Doug looked up at her with watery eyes. Even though his mind was in turmoil, he couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous she was especially those large beautiful tits that he stared at from his lowly position.

“Remember how turned on you got when Julie sucked Edgar’s cock! You were so hard, Doug. Let ‘s see if you can suck cock as good as your wife,” Monica snickered. 

Holding his head she pushed the dildo further into his mouth to the back of his throat. Was she serious? Was she really going to make him swallow that monster phallus?

“Suck harder,” she ordered.

He sucked on the large rubber dildo trying to appease her. His mouth was stretched wide open and his jaw hurt. He had never done anything like this before. Why the very thought of doing something this vile never even crossed his mind.

“Maybe we should see if you can deep throat as well as your wife,” Monica taunted while removing the dildo from his mouth.

Doug was gasping, trying to catch his breath.

“No, I can’t do that,” he whispered hoarsely. “Please don’t do this to me, Monica.”

“You can and you will if I tell you to, my little cocksucker,” Monica hissed. “And I do want you to take all of it!”

“Please I’m begging you, Monica,” Doug groveled with tears welling up in his eyes.

Monica squatted down and took his face in her hands.

“What’s the matter, baby? Don’t you want to make me happy?” she cooed.

“It’s not that, Monica. It’s just that it’s not right,” he said tormented by the idea that she might have him take the whole thing down his throat.

Monica reared back and slapped him hard across the face. 

“Oh it’s alright for your wife to deep throat Edgar and then later on swallow Benjamin’s monster cock, but not you. You can get off watching your wife commit those acts, can’t you, and that’s OK?  You’re nothing more than a hypocrite!”

Doug gulped. She was right. It did excite him seeing Julie suck those large cocks and take them into her throat, but this was different. It wasn’t natural for a guy to do this.

“Are you better than Julie?”

“No, I never said that,” Doug blurted out defending himself.

“Then take it like a man,” she ordered as she rose and put the head of her fake cock on his lower lip. He was going to do all the work. Monica was really getting off humiliating Doug, and she wasn’t going to let him off the hook.  “Now, suck it!”

Doug sucked the head of the cock as Monica pushed it into his mouth and then to the back of his throat.  Tears escaped his eyes as the large phallus violated his mouth.

“Now you’ve seen Julie do this several times. Just pretend you’re swallowing a watermelon when I push forward. Once it enters your throat, the rest is easy.”

Monica grasped his head and pushed forward, but nothing happened. Doug gagged but the black latex cock went no further into his mouth. She pushed again and still his throat was unyielding as he gagged on it. She backed it out an inch and pushed even harder. Doug gagged uncontrollably but the phallus still would not enter his throat.

Monica withdrew the cock and let Doug catch his breath. His throat was sore and he coughed, gulping in large amounts of air. Tears were streaming down his face. He was a mess. 

She squatted down again and nestled his face between her luscious tits.

“I want you to do this for me, Doug,” she whispered as she cupped his balls.

Monica then stood up and again placed the head of the formidable cock in his mouth. She grasped his head and pushed the cock deep into his mouth.

“Remember to open your throat wide. Pretend you’re swallowing a watermelon, baby,” Monica ordered. 

She then pushed forward with all her might and this time the cock did enter his throat. He struggled to free the monster that was violating him but Monica held his head tightly and would not allow the black intruder to be withdrawn. 

“That’s good, just relax,” she ordered as she gave him a minute to settle down and adjust to the intruder in his throat.

“Now let’s see if you’re as good as Julie,” she mocked as she moved her hips forward burying the cock inch by inch down Doug’s tight throat. She looked down amazed as the black phallus disappeared a little at a time, and the workout her clit was getting was delicious. With each push forward her clit was stimulated by the fake cock.

Doug took it all. All ten inches of Monica’s strap-on was buried in his throat. This excited Monica as she slowly withdrew it only to bury it to the hilt once again. She continued doing this picking up the pace as she fucked his throat.

“Yes, you’re as good as your wife. You’re my good little slut boy, aren’t you, Doug?” she said debasing him. Tears formed in his eyes as she continued to pound his throat.

Monica was getting herself worked up by the whole scene and was on the verge of a climax. She couldn’t take it any longer as she drove the phallus down Doug’s throat one more time before cuming. 

“Yes! Yes! Aaaaaggghhhhhh!” she screamed, coming to a climax for the second time today. 

She held his head tightly as she shook violently, overcome by the powerful orgasm that started in the pit of her stomach and consumed her.

After many minutes she released her hold on his head and withdrew the cock from Doug’s throat. Doug had all he could do to breathe. She withdrew the phallus just in time for he was on the verge of passing out when she finally relented.

“Oh fuck, that was great,” Monica exclaimed as she removed the strap-on, exposing her drenched pussy. 

Monica looked down at her sopping wet pussy.

“Look what you’ve done!”

She pushed her pussy in Doug’s face.

“Clean up the mess you made,” she ordered.

Doug, totally out of it by now more or less a zombie, began to lap up her pussy juice as Monica held his head directing him to all the right places. His own frustration was worse than ever since he was unable to get a hard-on thanks to the device he was forced to wear. His balls ached relentlessly, and they were bloated with the vast amount of cum being stored. Precum now incessantly dripped out of the head of his cock, forming a puddle under him.

“Suck on my pussy lips, my bad boy,” she ordered. “Oh God, yes, that’s it! Now suck on my clit! Oh fuck, yes!”

Monica was in heaven. Things were going much better than she expected. Who would have thought that this fine upstanding young Christian boy would be lapping away at her nasty pussy?  He was putty in her hands.

Monica backed off.

“Damn it, Doug, you’re getting me all hot and bothered again!” she exclaimed.

She moved around behind him and felt his ass. She then ran her index finger up and down the crack of his ass teasing his anus.

Doug panicked. What was she doing? He wanted to tell her not to touch him there, but he knew better. The wrath of Monica was something he didn’t want to reckon with at this moment.

Then he felt something cold and slippery at his opening. Monica had taken a gob of K-Y Jelly and was working it into his asshole. She pushed against his sphincter which reluctantly yielded and allowed her finger to enter him. This was virgin territory and Doug felt nothing but disgust. He was being violated against his will. 

“Don’t touch me there!” he screamed. “You have no right!”

“I have no right, bad boy? When will you realize that you have no right to question anything that I do to you,” she yelled as her free hand came down hard on his ass cheek. This was immediately followed by another stinging blow to his ass.

Doug cried. This was going much too far. Yes, he had sinned but there was a limit.

“God will punish you for this,” he warned her through his tears. He felt so impotent. He was shackled to the floor on all fours and could do nothing to stop her.

“You need to learn some manners, Doug,” Monica hissed as a second finger joined her first stretching his sphincter to accommodate the new invader. At the same time she continued to spank him.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The stinging blows continued to rein down on his now red ass as she forced a third finger up his anus stretching him even more.

Doug groaned and whimpered and bore the humiliation as best he could. He had no choice. He was totally at the mercy of this woman.  Then he remembered that there was one thing he could do. It was the most powerful weapon he had – prayer.

Doug began to pray fervently, praising God and asking him to intercede on his behalf. He asked God for a miracle - to release him and Julie from these fiends who were torturing them. 

While Doug prayed fervently, Monica added a fourth finger along with some more K-Y jelly, stretching his ass open even wider, and in the midst of his praying, Doug found that he was getting aroused. The abuse she was heaping on him was getting him aroused. His cock couldn’t get hard, for it was impossible with the metal tube encasing it, but the pain in his ass wasn’t so bad and even felt somewhat good. 

“Alright, that’s enough playing around,” Monica said as she withdrew her fingers. “It’s time to turn you into my slut boy!”

She picked up her strap-on cock and reattached the harness to her waist. 

Fear overcame Doug. He knew what she was going to do. My God, she was going to fuck him up the ass with her ten inch strap-on. 

She knelt down and removed the Houdini Chastity Cage which had imprisoned his cock and balls since he first got up that morning.

“I’m going to let you get hard, Doug, but you are not allowed to cum. If you get close, you better let me know. I promise you if you don’t you’ll live to regret it,” she warned.

Monica then produced a studded cock ring and slid it down to the base of his cock. She stroked his neglected shaft several times which she really didn’t need to do since it was already rock hard.   

“Remember, you are not to cum!” she warned again.

Doug nodded enthusiastically, grateful that she had removed the cock cage. It felt so good having his cock hard again that he almost forgot what Monica was about to do to him. He looked over his shoulder and saw her lubing her cock, coating it with K-Y Jelly and stroking it up and down. This was so bizarre! In spite of himself his own cock twitched in anticipation. She knelt behind him and positioned her black rubber cock head at his anal entrance and grabbed his hips.  

Doug yelped in pain as he felt her ease the black rubber shaft up his ass, but his big white prick remained rock-hard and bloated with desire. His already stretched sphincter relented with almost no effort and the black monster started its journey up Doug’s dark virgin tunnel.

Monica was deflowering the young newlywed’s virgin asshole. She held his hips and built up a fast fucking motion.  Her ebony body gleamed with perspiration as she fucked the now submissive newlywed.  As her tempo increased, her shapely black tits swayed and her prominent nipples became visibly harder.  Monica found it exciting to sexually dominate the young newlywed skewered on her rubber cock.  She reveled in the power she had over this handsome young man. He was her toy to use as she saw fit.

She was quite skilled with a strap-on and she fucked Doug’s throbbing asshole without mercy, occasionally swatting his upturned white ass.

Doug could feel his big hard dick bouncing up and down in time to Monica’s fucking, slapping against his sweaty abdomen. His ass had loosened up and this only added to his excitement. Although he felt thoroughly debased and humiliated, he groaned as Monica suddenly called him a bitch and grabbed a fistful of his hair, jerking his head back.  He arched his back as Monica pulled harder. He was panting through his open mouth as saliva drooled from his lips. Monica increased her pace, the fake cock beating against his colon with each stroke.

“Oh God, I am so close,” Doug moaned. “Fuck me harder!”

Monica hearing this withdrew her cock from Doug’s ass. She reached under him and cupped his scrotum. Leaning close to his ear, she whispered, “Are you really close, Doug?”

“Oh, fuck yes!” he moaned. 

“That’s all I wanted to know, my little slut boy,” she hissed.

“Aaaaaagggghhhhhh,” Doug emitted a bloodcurdling scream as his eyes shot wide open. The pain was excruciating. When Monica felt his testicles tighten, she closed her left hand around his scrotum and reached up to roll his tingling nipple between the fingers of her other hand.  Just as his cum began to rise, she viciously twisted both his ball-bag and his nipple ensuring that he would not have a climax. His cock went semi-erect as the pain coursed through his sensitive scrotum and nipple.

Doug whimpered as the pain subsided. He felt totally humiliated. Monica locked him once again in the Houdini Chastity Cage. 

She freed him from the chains that forced him to remain on his hands and knees.

He sat back on his knees panting and frustrated. 

“Look at the mess you made, Doug,” she said pointing to her fake cock still strapped to her waist.

Doug looked at it with disgust. That thing had been buried all the way up his ass.

“Clean up your mess!” she ordered further adding to his humiliation.

“What? You can’t expect…” 

Monica slapped him across the face repeatedly with the messy black dildo before he could finish protesting.

“I said clean up your mess. I can expect and I do expect! When are you going to learn to obey?” she screamed.

Doug, defeated, opened his mouth to receive the disgusting dildo. The greasy dildo slid into his mouth and assaulted his taste buds. The taste was acrid, and he almost vomited as she pushed the cock to the back of his throat.

She then grasped his head and pushed hard driving the lubed cock easily down his throat. She fucked his face for several minutes as she again approached a climax. She had been denied while fucking his ass because he was so close to cuming, but she wouldn’t be denied now as she picked up her pace.

“That’s it, baby. You’re a fast learner. My cock is sliding so nicely down your throat,” she moaned as the assault continued. She held his head tighter as she increased her pace quickly approaching another climax. 

“Yes, that’s it. Oh God, my clit is ready to explode,” she screamed as another climax hit her epicenter, and she ground her cock deep in his throat further stimulating her aching clit. She had no regard for Doug and how she was bruising his violated throat with the monster dildo as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

She finally removed the now clean dildo from his mouth as he fought to catch his breath. He coughed wretchedly.

“You smell! Go take a cold shower!” Monica ordered.

Doug dejectedly got up and did as he was told; now feeling less of a man than ever. 

After his shower, Monica had one more surprise for him. 

“Get your hands behind your neck,” she ordered.

Doug immediately complied.

“Good, boy,” she said as she ran her tongue around his nipples further frustrating the sexually charged newlywed.

“You took my strap-on much better than I had anticipated, baby,” she whispered in his ear. “I’m so proud of you.”

Doug groaned at her words.

Monica then produced a butt plug.

“This will make it a little easier for you next time,” Monica said.

“What is it?” Doug asked.

Monica laughed. He was so naïve. 

“This is a butt plug. It will help train your ass to be more receptive to my larger dildos which you will eventually have the opportunity to experience.  This plug is only 5 ½ inches long and 2 inches wide. You were such a good boy today, I decided to go easy on you.”

Monica then applied a liberal amount of K-Y Jelly to the butt plug.

“Now bend over, baby,” she ordered.

Doug reluctantly bent over and Monica pushed the butt plug past his yielding sphincter and up his ass. He felt so full. The pressure was unbelievable.

“You can get dressed now. I think you’ve had enough physical activity for one day,” Monica said.

It was mid afternoon and after a light lunch, Doug was secured to the coach with his locking wrist cuffs. Monica had other things to attend to and Doug was to watch a fetish DVD. He was numb still trying to come to terms with what happened to him today. The mental stimulation only added to his distress as he watched the transvestite fuck the older man up the ass on the large plasma screen.  

As he sat there he found that his sphincter reflexively closed on the neck of the plug.  Finding something there, it reflexively opened again and then closed. That little pulsing cycle of sphincter clench stimulated his ass only adding to his distress. If only his cock was free, he could cum very easily from the exquisite feeling pulsing though his rectum, but that was not to be. Instead his balls ached constantly now; a cruel reminder that he needed relief that he would not soon receive. He was learning very quickly that his life would be much different then he had anticipated.  

How did life suddenly get so complicated? Only three days ago he was married to the love of his life and on his way to Lake George to consummate his marriage. Instead he not as much as touched his new bride in an intimate way although he had the opportunity.  Now she had been used by Edgar and his friends and even his dog, and who knows how she suffered today. Where was she? Was she alright? 

Doug would soon find out the fate of his lovely bride.


