Urgently, he walked down the side of the table, never missing a stroke on his rampant prick. He grabbed Debby's hair and pulled her face to the side. But even on tiptoes, he couldn't shove his cock into her mouth. Instead, he pointed his cock-head right at her nose. It was only a couple of inches away.
His cock fired, pulsing gobs of cum right into his unconscious wife's face. Tony's eyes darted from side to side. He wished he could watch both the fist-fucking, and his cum splashing against her nose, at the same time.
Debby's face was covered with sticky jism, some dribbling slowly across her cheek. One glob splatted against her closed eyes, while another leaked between her slightly parted lips.
But Debby never knew. At least, until she woke up. And by then, the gut-rendering fist fucking had come to an end.
CHAPTER NINE
When Joachim first mentioned a wedding ceremony, Debby was sure that it was a joke. But Tony apparently took him seriously, at least enough to listen to his thoughts. After discussing it for several minutes, Tony eagerly agreed.
Debby slumped against the chains that held her erect against the wall. She hadn't realized how far her husband's thirst for perversion had actually grown. He didn't even, seem to be the same man. Somehow, he seemed taller and bulkier, as if he had picked up muscle and bone overnight. No longer was he the milquetoast she could order around at will; now, his glare was enough to send chills running up and down her spine.
Now that Joachim had a local champion, he felt that he could reveal himself to at least a few select people. True, Tony hadn't lived there for several years, but he had grown up there and still had several friends. Joachim would allow him to invite to the mock wedding ceremony those that he knew could keep the secret of the old mansion and its owner. For keeping silent, they might be allowed in on the fun.
Debby shuddered. There might be many other girls in the future who would have to face that gauntlet of men, but she was afraid that she would be the first.
That night, they let her rest in a locked room of the old mansion, a small, dirty cot for a bed, with only a torn, cum-stained blanket to cover her nakedness against the night. To piss, she had to use a chamber pot, and the only nourishment she received was a small cup of water and a chunk of stale bread.
A small window set high in the stone wall showed her several hours of the new day before Joachim finally opened the door. He was again dressed in his black, leather outfit, with the loincloth to clutch his balls and massive cock. Debby stared at the bulge. Now there was no doubt about what was hidden from her eyes – she had felt his fuck-monster all the way to the depths of her cunt.
He fed her a thick soup and a glass of wine, then led her down to a nearly modern bathroom where he instructed her to clean up. Debby needed no further urging; the shower was magnificent, even if a little cold, and she washed the dried, male cum from her body, face and hair.
In a small cloakroom, Joachim snapped the tight, leather collar onto her neck, then hooked a fine-gauge chain to its loop. Through a heavy, oak door, the sound of Wagner's wedding march boomed in Debby's ears.
"It's time," Joachim growled, forcing the naked Debby down to her hands and knees. One hand held her leash as the other pushed open the door. He led her through, Debby crawling close to his left leg.
They entered the side of a small stage where a lectern had been set up. In front of the lectern stood Tony, looking both lewd and confident. Two wicked-looking, black leather straps ran from his shoulders to cross on his chest. The straps passed between his legs to connect on his back. They pinched in the sides of his balls and his cock, cupping them into a black, net jockstrap that bulged from his cock and balls.
Debby glanced to her right. Although raised on the small stage, she still had to look up at the faces of the men who stared at her from the three rows of pews. There must have been ten of them, all dressed as if for a hike in the woods.
"Goddamn!" one of them hissed, leaning forward from the hard, wooden bench to get a closer look at the chained girl. "She's bareassed naked and she's being led around by a leash!"
Debby felt her face go crimson with embarrassment. Her tits looked like they were filled with blood. Even her bare ass-cheeks were flushed from the humiliation. She had met many of these men only a few days before as Tony's jaunty, California wife. Now she was being paraded before them naked, as if she were a bitch dog in some show.
"It's the same one, isn't it?" a sandy-haired young man asked a larger, darker friend who sat at his side.
"Goddamn right!" his friend exclaimed. "I thought she was a looker then, but get a load of them tits, and that firm ass. She makes my prick hard just looking at her like that!"
Debby couldn't watch them any more. To have them see her like this was the most degrading thing that had ever happened in her life. As she had looked into their faces, their eyes were filled with wild lust for her naked, subdued body.
Debby and Joachim reached the lectern just as the music of the wedding march faded away. She knew this had to be the old chapel where Joachim had conducted his phony, black masses, and she wondered what evil had happened in this room. None of it, she decided, could have been worse than what they were putting her through.
Joachim took a slender riding crop from beneath the lectern, then turned Debby so that her ass faced the small audience.
"It's my hand that holds the leash now," he proclaimed, lifting the riding crop high. "And it's my hand that controls the whip that makes her obey!"
With those words, he crashed the riding crop down angrily across Debby's naked ass-cheeks, stinging them with a crimson line that could be seen clear to the back pew. Again he lashed her, marking her ass.
"But we are here to change that," Joachim continued to chant. "We bring this bitch to this man and bind her to him – for him to do with her whatever he wants. He had married her before, but he had never taken control of her mind and her flesh. Soon, both will be his possessions to command at will."
"All-fucking right!" one of the men in the pew laughed, and slapped his hand down noisily on his leg. "And when we get through with this bitch, I've got one of my own that needs the same thing. That Goddamn Sally is getting too big for her smelly britches!"
Tony stepped up beside Joachim.
"Do you take possession of this cowering bitch so I may wash my hands of her?" Joachim asked in a loud voice, as if trying to speak in a room twice as big.
"I will take control," Tony droned in a voice that seemed to say he felt it was a burden. "But I will only do so if she pays me the two signs of total obedience."
"So shall it be," Joachim answered and took two steps forward until he was almost even with Debby's ass, although still looking out at his audience. "Now, bitch, taste my whip for the final time. It shall not stop until you have completed the tokens of obedience."
He raised the crop and slashed it across her naked ass. Debby bit her lip to keep from screaming from the pain.
"Remove this loincloth!" Joachim ordered, slapping her ass again with the crop. "Pay homage to his manhood. Kiss the end of his cock, then suck it into your mouth!"
The thought of someone watching her suck cock was almost too much to bear. But Debby knew that resistance would only lead to more punishment and she would eventually be forced to do what he said.
Her hands reached up from the floor as Tony stepped toward her. Her fingers unfastened the small clips on the net jockstrap and it dropped to the floor. Tony's half-swollen cock drooped out to hang heavily over his balls. Slowly, Debby moved her lips to it, kissing it directly on the tiny piss-slit, then sucking two-thirds of the half-erect prick into her mouth.