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Honey was afraid to admit the truth. She tried to squirm away from him, but her action only caused him to press his crotch harder against her cunt. She felt herself becoming aroused as fear mingled with the stimulation against her pussy. "She untied me to have sex with me. All she said about you and Jay was she didn't want to be around you anymore. She said she was leaving for good and that I could go with her if I wanted."

"Why didn't you go?" He unzipped his pants and his cock flipped out in complete erection, his large knob pulsing with sadistic eagerness to penetrate her ravished pussy. "Do you love me too much to leave me?"

"I'm your wife." She couldn't bring herself to say she loved him even though she knew it would help relieve his suspicions. And then before she realized what she was saying, the truth gushed from her mouth. "But I don't want to be your wife anymore. It's not like I thought it would be when I married you. I want to leave."

Greg's eyes narrowed. "Jan did talk to you, didn't she?" He tightened his grip around her wrists. And when Honey still denied that Jan had told her anything else, he growled angrily. "What are you going to do if I don't let you leave?"

Honey tried again to pull away from him. "Let go of me. You can't keep me here against my will if I don't want you to." She tried to sound threatening but he didn't show any fear. If she didn't have any other information that would help John, at least she would be able to tell him she had demanded her freedom from Greg.

"There are things I can do to you to make you tell me what Jan told you about me and Jay." He smiled with sadistic eagerness as though he really wanted an excuse to torture her. Releasing her arm he stepped back and removed his clothes. Completely naked, he turned her around and tied her wrists behind her back. His cock pulsed against her ass.

When he turned her back around to face him, he slapped her breasts viciously. Honey cried out and stumbled back against the table. He grabbed her shoulder and slapped her tits again with his free hand. She felt the blows stinging and burning her heavy flesh in a humiliating mixture of pain and arousal. She begged him to stop, but he was only getting warmed up.

"Since you don't want to talk, I'm going to whip you with a riding crop until you change your mind." He selected a short black leather whip with two strands from the large collection on one wall. "This should teach you obedience." He struck her hot tits twice, letting the leather bite into her sensitive flesh with cruel abandon.

Honey felt her nipples stinging with fire as the leather kissed with savage force against her flesh.

She twisted away and immediately felt the whip lash against her buttocks. Blow after blow criss-crossed her ass until she felt like her cheeks were on fire. Yet the burning feeling spread through her flesh in arousal that made the pain seem secondary to the erotic sensations the whip produced.

"You like it, don't you?" Greg taunted. He continued whipping her flesh with carefully aimed blows that quickly covered her ass with red lines. The whip hissed through the air and cracked against her buttocks.

Honey stumbled and rolled away from him, lost her balance and fell to the floor. Greg did not wait for her to get up, but continued beating her with the whip even as she rolled on the cement floor. Pleading with him to stop was useless. Her words only enflamed him to whip harder. She felt her body writhing from the stinging lashes. He whipped harder and harder. The sound of the whip on her flesh echoed from the basement walls.

She felt her nerves surging with erotic energy as the whip found even her most tender spots. Greg left nothing untouched by the whip. It kissed against her pussy and inner thighs. When she tried to stand, he pushed her back to the floor with his foot and continued beating her. His cock wagged back and forth in iron-hard erection with each lash. She knew he was getting sadistic enjoyment out of her torture. And even if she did tell him everything Jan had told her about them, it wouldn't make any difference. He would still continue to whip her and she would be even worse off than before.

Honey gritted her teeth and tried to steel herself to endure however much torture he decided to give her. As more and more of her body was covered with streaks and welts, she prayed his punishment would soon stop. Yet even as she pleaded with him, she felt her deviate nature wanting it to continue. Her pussy dripped with hot juices. She felt shamed by her enormous capacity for endless arousal from torture and humiliation.

"I'm going to whip you until you tell me what I want to know or until you pass out," Greg threatened. He bent over and twisted her hair in his hand and whipped her ass with the riding crap as she twisted and rolled under him. "I know what she told you anyway," Greg said, continuing to beat her between words, "so you might as well admit it. She told you we weren't mated and that I planned to hide you in a place where no one would ever be able to find you and use you to entertain myself and my friends sexually, didn't she?"

Honey was shocked hearing it come from Greg's mouth. Even when Jan had told her she wasn't really married to Greg she had not believed her. And even now she found it hard to believe. She had been through the ceremony with a real Justice of the Peace. Hadn't she? The whip didn't give her time to think things through. She writhed and twisted under the constant torment. She felt her flesh pulsing with erotic pain and pleasure.

"I like seeing your skin marked by my whip," Greg said, his breath coming in gasps from the exercise of whipping her. Sweat dripped from his forehead, but he didn't stop. His cockhead throbbed and pulsed as though it would reach an orgasm at any moment just from the excitement of seeing her punished and tortured.

Still, Honey refused to say any more. Already she realized she had said too much for her own good. If Greg found out that John was going to come back and take her away, her last hope of escape would disappear. Writhing under the steady ram of sadistic lashes, Honey felt heir flesh surging with sensual passion as the whip cut into her skin. The leather kissed her body with eager bites. She moaned and rolled from side to side in a useless attempt to avoid his attack.

"I dig whipping you, baby," Greg said, letting go of her hair as he whipped her. The leather marked her ass cheeks. Crack! Another line crossed her tit. Over and over, the riding crop licked fire in sharp lashes over Honey's tortured body. The whip covered her in a web of painful arousal, leaving her marked with burning lines.

Honey was humiliated by her response to his savage treatment. Her body actually lusted for the punishment. She pressed her hands into the floor above her head and dug her heels into the cement, lifting her hips and arching her back as though offering her pussy and tits to his whip. She felt each lash with a masochistic satisfaction. The more punishment she received, the better she would be for John.

Finally Greg threw the whip aside and crawled on top of her, pinning her shoulders and spreading her thighs to expose her hot pussy to his huge erection. He pushed his swollen cockhead into her pussy slit. She felt her cunt gulping at his knob like a hungry mouth, obscenely trying to suck it completely inside her. She felt his hips tense and then the force of his body as he drove his cock to the hilt in her pussy with a single savage stroke.

Even with the lust and eagerness of her own arousal burning through her pussy, she was not prepared for the viciousness of his first thrust. She felt her breath forced from her lungs. Her pussy felt as though a mammoth club had been rammed inside her. His cock filled her like nothing she had ever felt before. She feared her pussy would be literally ripped apart by his cruel penetration. But as his hips began fucking his cock in and out, she felt the suction of his knob pulling and pushing at her insides with an erotic movement that made up for the initial cruelty.