Chapter 4

Night had fallen. After fucking me twice, He kept me on his dick, until we both fell asleep. Sunday began like the day before. I woke to warm cum filling my cunt. I cleaned him up without being told. We both peed before checking on Stace and Donald. She was still sleeping. He loosened her ropes. Donald looked terrible. He was shivering and sweating. I should have put a blanket over him for the night, but I was stuck on Terry’s prick the whole time.

“Shit.” Terry swore. “Your man is a natural. Must be all the other drugs he takes.”

“If he’s sick, he should see a doctor.” I hoped.

“He ain’t sick.” He shut me out of the room. I smelled matches burning.

When Terry emerged from the room, he told me to untie Stace and bring her to the living room. “No, not naked, you dumb cunt. I’m not into kids.”

“It’ll be all right.” I promised my daughter. She was grateful for being able to stand up. She wobbled all over her room at first.

“I don’t care if he’s naked, Mom. He’s so ugly! That’s worse.”

I stood naked beside my daughter in the living room.

“I know you’re not a little girl, Brat. But you aren’t an adult yet. I may be evil as fuck, but as long as your Mamma keeps me happy, nothing’s gonna happen to you.”

Stace didn’t react. She was seeing this huge naked man, fully for the first time. He lay on the couch like Jabba the Hutt.

“I don’t like tying you up either. I’m gonna let you wander around, do what you need to, nothing else. If you pull any kind of shit, you’re going to be an orphan so fast, you’ll probably wind up on the streets like like me, just not as ugly.” He snorted. Had he heard?

When Stace didn’t respond, he continued.

“You’re old enough to know about sex. Maybe you had some already.” He said, grim. “I don’t mean fucking, except with your fingers.”

“Terry, please.” I implored.

“She’s heard worse at school.” It was certainly true.

“I don’t care where you go in the house, except to your parent’s room. I’m in charge of your dad. I care even less if you’re around when I want to fuck your Mom. Ignore us, or watch, or go hide and play stupid games in your room, whatever. Do not disturb us!

“I won’t.” Stace almost spit.

“Get on my dick, Cunt.” He sneered at me.

“Please. I-I can’t.”

“Don’t make me get up.” He growled.

“I’ll go, Mom.” Stace darted to her room.

Terry fucked me from underneath again, until he came, and I had to clean him with my mouth. I was crying. At times, while his cock pounded up in my pussy, I saw him look past me and grin.

After slurping all the cum off of Terry, I ran to take a shower. I had never felt so dirty. I put on a robe before exiting. He hadn’t said I couldn’t. I checked on Donald. He was still asleep, looking very much at peace. I almost couldn’t enter Stace’s room.

“It’s okay, Mom. You’re protecting me.” Stace used my words against me.

“I couldn’t stop him from shaming me in front of you.” I wept.

“I’d rather see that than still be tied up.” The bitterness in her voice bit me.

I left her, to crawl in next to Donald. I hugged his limp body for comfort he couldn’t give.

Terry found us together. He untied my husband and shook him awake. “Huh? I’m so sleepy.”

“Feeling any pain, Pal?” Terry grinned.

I scooted back and curled into a fetal ball, watching this horrid man destroy my husband.

“I know what this is, you bastard. I tried it in high school.”

“Yeah, well this time it’s gonna take.” He came around to my side of the bed and sank one knee into the mattress. It depressed several inches from his weight. “God, I hate beds.” He sank his other knee on the bed and had to use one hand to steady himself. His other hand pulled me pulled me by the leg. “Get on your hands and knees.”

“Please, Terry, not in front of him.”

Instead of punching me, he walloped Donald’s thigh.

My husband yelled, “OWW!”

“That didn’t hurt, you pussy, not with that much shit in your veins.” He shook me. “I said on your hands and knees, Bitch! Or I’ll hit him again.”

The dark blue that formed on my husband’s thigh terrified me into obedience. I’d never seen a bruise happen so quickly. I scrambled to my hands and knees, facing Terry’s fat. His cock jutted a few inches out from it. It wasn’t very hard.

“Just seeing your fag husband is making my dick soft. Show him how men are suppose to be pleasured, by a woman!”

I cast a sorrowful glance at Donald. He frowned, but his eyes held a glaze that reduced its effect. Terry slapped me! “I’m your man, right now. A dick is wasted on a piece of dung like him.” He jabbed his listing cock at me.

I opened my mouth and let it enter. My tongue and throat muscles immediately went to work. They had been forcibly trained for this over the last few weeks, but I could only suck on the part that stuck out from under his belly. It still tasted like cum and my pussy.

“See here, Faggot. If you treat a woman any better than a bitch, they’ll think they can rule a man. She knows I’m in charge, even if I make her choke.” He lifted his stomach pile and hunched the full length of his cock into my face! I gagged on it!

“Hold it in, Slut! Keep it all down, and I’ll give you a nice reward.”

My body shuddered, almost heaved. His black prong would have made me puke if it had been hard. I couldn’t breath, though. Then he plopped the mass of fat that was his belly on the back of my skull! It drove my face further down his prick. I began to panic.

He sang, “You can do it. Just keep it down a little longer.”

My face must be turning blue. I gripped my fists so tight, my fingernails cut into the palms of my hands.

“Let her breathe, please!” Donald begged.

“Faggots dig their own graves, when they talk like that to real men.” Terry grabbed my neck and pressed my face fully into his stinking pubes, not that I could smell anything but the taste of his nasty cock.

A final blackness crowded the edge of my vision, far darker than closed eyes clamped against an inner black roll of fat. I beat on Terry’s thighs. I couldn’t stop myself. I lost all control.

“Five more seconds.” He ignored my ineffective blows, holding my neck fast.

“Four.” His dick expanded inside my throat. I flailed and dug my knees into the mattress to pull away. My neck cracked.