Chapter 2

"The wife is Janelle. She is 40, kind of tall (5 ft 10 inches), still very attractive, short blonde hair, 38D breasts 30 waist 38 hips. She is strong willed, a nurse. She loves sex although she is devoted to her husband she misses the days when she was free to fuck as she pleased.

The husband is Kevin. He is 42, 6 foot 2 inches, wears a beard, and has dark brown hair, with some streaks of gray showing. He is heavyset, overweight. He is not well-endowed, having a 5.5 inch cock. He is thoughtful, kind, and a little kinky, loves his wife dearly and has no clue that she doesn't feel 100% satisfied with their sex life." e-mail.

Janelle had been getting steadily more bored, their holiday running out of steam. Her husband had convinced her to come all this way for the scenery and to be together. However in the last three days he'd spent all his time milling around this excavation site. He had met a group of archeologist's earlier that week and they had convinced them to visit their site deep in the hills. The Romans had come just about as far as this before giving up and the border fort they had found was well preserved just under the soil. The only real plus point for Janelle was that the tented encampment had a bbq every night; and she rather enjoyed the company of the younger students and academics. This evening, she sat slightly worse for were the drink readily available on the meager site. Tonight to her annoyance the group had a new visitor and Janelle felt a little put out. Even her husband had fawned over the blonde woman who had kindly dropped off supplies. And now she sat with them laughing and fluttering her eyelids; some of the younger men around her like puppy dogs.

Seeing Janelle on her own Lady Busenstien came over to introduce herself. The younger woman was very polite saying how lucky Janelle was to be here with all these men. Janelle laughed and invited her to sit. They struck up a conversation Kristen explaining her village was the only one within 100 miles and she felt sorry for the poor dears out her no where to resupply. Janelle thought how kind she had been, not snooty even though her title would suggest it. Kevin who had paid little attention to his wife that evening came over to chat as well. Janelle felt the anger building, already aware of how his eyes had popped from his head when the black clad beauty had sauntered in earlier. As the drink flowed Janelle got more and more annoyed until finally she suddenly stormed off.

In her tent she felt foolish and embarrassed. There was a person behind her." I hope it's nothing I've done?" Came the sweet German voice. Janelle turned," Oh no, no it's not your fault, just my husband he a typical man." Kristen smiled a knowing smile," oh mm yes." Then put her finger to her mouth as if thinking. "Why don't you come back with me tonight, give him something to think about." Janelle thought for a second." No I couldn't." "Ja, sure you can its only 50 miles. I'll send the car back here to pick him up in the morning. Leave him a note. You'd love my home." She felt unsure. Kristen continued "You can both continue your holiday with me." Janelle finally nodded. "Yes why not, com'n let him stew for the night," and she searched for a pen."

Janelle took a small bag and hurried out giggling with her new friend like naughty school girls. She had been wearing a denim skirt and boots with a denim top Cow girl style, and had decided it would be enough to keep the chill away." Ready when you are." She said sniggering; Kristen having to take her arm the drink hitting home in the cold air.

The black Mercedes was parked a little away from the camp site and was only just visible in the near pitch black. Kristen opened the rear door. "Here sit in the back, ride in comfort." Janelle bent down to climb in. She peered inside and froze seeing a shape on the seat. "Oh my god what oooh uggzzzzzzz!" Her body went limp as she collapsed into the car. Kristen lifting her legs in, tazer gun in her hand.

Janelle came round slowly, her head spinning her body uncomfortable, in fact very uncomfortable. The car was stationary though maybe a few miles from were it had been a quarter of an hour earlier. She tried to move then realized her arms were bound. "Oh my god." She moaned looking down. She was sat on the back seat arms tied back to either side of the rear window struts, so her shoulders were pulled flat to the back rest her busom thrust out. The top 4 buttons had been undone and the denim barley held in her white soft tits. Below her dress had been pulled up to her waist, her long legs, boots still on spread very wide the ankles attached to unseen bonds in the foot well. But it wasn't this exposed position that made her moan. As she had got into the car she had seen the rear seat in the middle appeared to have a hatch out of which a fat dildo sprang upright. Now that same dildo was almost missing the bendy Perspex shaft curving up into her twat as she sat straddling it.

Kristen was in the front seat looking over her shoulder. "Just an hour or so trip my dear and with that she turned on the ignition. "Janelle convulse with shock. The dildo must somehow have been connected to the drive shaft directly below as it began to vibrate matching the engine revs." Oohh god ooohh what oohh please oooooooo!" Janelle gave a long moan her lips pouting eyes wild as the car set off on its long journey.

The ride was rough, pot holed and uneven. Each thud of suspension kicked back up into the poor woman's cunt." Uggh uhh ooohhh." The vibrator was about 6 inches long, 5 inches inside. Her body was bound so rigidly in a seated position there was no way she could lift herself free. The cock buzzed the thing filled with small ball bearings which wriggled and clattered sending tingling sensations all the way up her shaft." Ooh you fucking bitch ugggh oh ooohh!!" Wailed the short haired woman, her final button popping; her bare breasts bulging out. Kristen was looking in the mirror every so often, listening to Wagner on her stereo. The rubber cock was unrelenting, even when Kristen slowed to almost a halt the old engine still rattled transmitting the vibration deep into her slit." Uuggghh stop please awwwwww!" Janelle could get no sense from the bitch," Why, uggh stop why are you doinggg uggggggggggggggggggh god, fuck fuckkkk!" The sensations were getting unbearable, her thighs ached, her arms numb and it had only been 20 minutes. 20 minutes of constant deep holed vibration!

Kristen spoke her blue eyes narrowing to slits a wicked glint in them, as she looked in the rear view mirror." The cock must be really getting to you, no? The metals balls are so naughty don't you think? She pulled over and leaving the engine running and stepped out. Although not as rapid the thing continued to hum around her wet slit. Janelle looked down." Oh god," the woman had greased the thing before mounting her on it, the white gel foam rimming her bare hole. Also other juices were now appearing," Ohh no please!" She thought, the sensations building.

Kristen leaned against a tree cigarette in her hand listening to the chugging engine and the grunts in the rear cabin, as if it was any other evening drive. Her captive had fine big tits and great child bearing hips. A little old maybe but the right looks and well she had to admit, she like breaking the fiery ones. Louder groans came from the car. She opened the door looking in." Get the fuuuuck off me you uggh bitch!" Screamed Janelle, as Kristen put her hand down to spread her lips examining the fucked entrance." Umm your getting wet you dirty bitch. I think I'll help you along." And with that she produced a small pot scooping a glob of jelly out of it." Ooooh!" Janelle writhed more as the vixen smeared it onto her hardening clit.

The gel stung, burning making her see spots in front of her eyes." Ooh its burns uggggggghh." The bitch climbed back in and set of again her captive red faced sweat running down her neck between her barley contained tits. The sensations began to get too much, the humming, vibrating tool nudging deep the friction on her walls now unbearable." Ooohhh oooh ugggg!" She had stopped making sense now only groaned and wailed the cabin so hot she felt she would pass out.

The climax came unexpectantly, her pelvis suddenly becoming tense, her clit fat and on fire." Ohh ugghagggg, aggg ag, arrrhhhhhh! Ugh no, no nooo awwwwwwwww!" Her pussy was flexing the fluid visibly oozing around the cock base onto the leather seat." Ohhoooooooooohh Jesus nooo! Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh" She screamed; bucking, trying to wrench her arms and close her thighs." Awwwwww."

Kristen carried on driving a smug grin on her face. Janelle was a sweaty mess. "Uggh please let me of it now, ugggh!" But it appeared she wasn't going to." The gel will keep you excited for a little longer. I think you'll come again before we get there."

Janelle was slumped half conscious in the back by the time the car neared the village. She had indeed come twice more in fact her pussy now slack and very sore. She could see a large dark building on the cliff its windows illuminated, long deep slits, and as the car rounded a bend three figures appeared in the road ahead. Janelle didn't care about her exposed position, her energy completely sapped. It was man in camouflage; behind him too boys 16 maybe, both with large automatic pistols looking oversized in their youthful hands.

Kristen leaned from the window." Evening. How are your boys? Teaching them well I see" She admired the stealth at which they had ambushed her. The man spoke proudly." There the best, by far my lady." She smiled again." Hmm good. Have them come to the castle tomorrow!" The man snapped his heels and nodded as she drove off." Jawol!"

Janelle once inside the castle was pulled from the car by a number of hands. The figures frog marched her inside her legs giving way. They half carried her along boots scrapping on the polished stone floor. One was a man told athletic, the other a young women dressed in a plain tight black dress uniforms with black stockings and heels. Kristen followed behind. "Lets not waste any time, we only have till morning."

Janelle hung in the warm tower room. From her stretched standing position she could see out of the narrow window 100 ft down to the village, a sheer drop. She had been stripped naked apart from her heeled cowgirl boots. Though 40 her figure was firm, hips large, curving to a fine waist, her blonde short hair now almost brunette with black streaked highlights from the sweat. Her arse was slightly too large so were her boobs, as Kristen had observed, a fine fleshy wench. Her legs were apart supporting herself, her naughty shaved pussy (Something her husband adored) pouting embarrassingly.

Kristen was in front of her, still dress in flying trousers and boots, like a WW1 pilot. Along side her the young man panting after struggling to string her up." What are you going to do? Please just stop." She moaned her arms aching. Kristen delighted in telling her; the sweet woman that she had met earlier now an evil lustful witch." You're busom is wonderfully round, nipples so fat. We have a device for milking them." Janelle moaned swaying. Kristen trailed a hand across her waist as she struggled to pull away." Also I would so like to punish your ass." The woman moaned again, "punish me why? Milk me how? What the fuck for, awww oh god someone help me."

Back at the camp Kevin read the note." Gone with Kristen, will send car at breakfast. Love Janelle." He rubbed his head. He'd been a fool. Why would she think he wanted that pneumatic blonde tart anyway; he loved his wife.

Janelle was only able to watch as Hans rudely groped each of her breasts rubbing the nipples, smearing Vaseline onto the pimply pink surround. They indeed did have a strange machine, like a compressor with two milking suction tubes coming from it. He couldn't resist a quick suck on each nipple making her moan in disgust." Unnnn fuck!" Then the machine started and the cups were attached with a filthy sucking noise." Slock!" "Ohh shit uggg!" The machine instantly began to tug the ends half an inch in." Uggh!" The air was been removed the vacuum teasing the nipples." Mmmmm no, no, mmmmmm!" The sensation wasn't too painful more a continuous ache and throb. Her head was lolling to one side and she looked up over her lashes." Ooooohh!" She moaned horrified. Kristen had a long syringe in her hand the end dripping fluid. Janelle froze gritting her teeth as the bitch injected one then the other tit. "Hormone enhancement, very concentrated. Your breast will harden and grow slightly over the night as they produce the milk they think they need. "Hans checked the attachments and nodded to his sister. "Good, then can you leave us Hans, "Kristen said sweetly." We girls have a lot to get through."

The suspended blonde wife screamed, her voice echoing around the tower. The caning of her arse was searing through her flesh to her thighs making them quake. The bitch was angling the whip to hit both cheeks. Acting like a school mistress, ordering her to bend more, informing her just before it hit." Ja, and another one. Whack! Hmm bend more, over you go bitch. Again! Whack!" "Eewwwwwwwiieeee! The spanked woman swayed and howled, the heavy suction tubes bouncing as her tits sprang forward." Uggg stop, ugghhh "As she whipped Kristen talked about the Reich. About her master race, how Janelle would give herself to the village, fucked by an Aryan superman to bare his child." No, no awwwww eieeeeeeeeeeee! My husband he'll uuggghh find me." Kristen smiled pushing her victim's shoulders forward to raise her arse for the next swipe. "Yes my dear he will, he will." Whack!

Finally, thankfully, Kristen stopped. Janelle exhausted hung limp. The milking cups making her tits sore, the enlarged teats throbbing at each piston suck." Try to sleep. By morning you're tit will have swelled and the machine will be greedily filling its jar." And with that she left the room not even bothering to lock the door. If you'd been passing the east tower at that moment the wail of despair from the turret high above would have filled you with dread.

Kevin awoke the next morning eager to see his wife. He washed and combed his beard, brushing the gray streaks in his hair back in long distinguished strands. He pulled his portly frame into his pants tugging the buckle tight on his belt. Beep beep!" Outside his cabin was the long black limousine. The driver was getting out. Tall, too shapely to be a man, the curvaceous creature walked slowly up to him, She was dress in a chauffeurs outfit with peaked cap, her smile warm her feature reminisant of a stunner he'd seen in a movie not long back." Good morning sir," said Becky her perfect complexion highlighted by ruby lips," Your wife sends her love."

The young beauty helped him load his cases and he lingered on her bent body as she filled the boot. She caught his eye and he blushed looking away." When you're ready sir," she purred.

The back of the car was spacious and he was grateful of the room; his large size and height usually cramped in taxis. The centre of the seat seemed to bulge uncomfortably apart from also been slightly damp, so he sat to one side therefore been able to glance at the captivating eyes of his young driver. She didn't seem to want to engage in conversation, however from time to time she glanced back almost wickedly as she navigated the winding road.

He sat fidgeting then noticed a compartment on the back of the driver's seat. A drinks cabinet maybe. He twisted the catch and it opened, an old large book falling out. He caught it, opening the binder. He almost immediately slammed it closed again and just caught the eye of the girl watching him through the rear view mirror. He blushed, but had to look inside again. The page he had opened on had one exquisite drawing. A woman, reminding him of Jessica rabbit, all hair and enormous tits. She was struggling as a man held her waist, his free hand inches from an enormous long nipple. The woman's hips were wide curving down to another man, pliers in his hand the pincers just wide enough to take the girls erect point. His other hand was on his erupting long cock as he sprayed her statuses thigh and calf. The stunner's eyes seemed to look out at Kevin, and he felt his cock hardening, his mind racing with thoughts. Her mouth was excited, cheeks puffed. She would feel the man's finger nip her tit end hard any second. Holding it for his friend to clamp his steel device around. But she was on heat, lustful, how she would writhe, the spunk rubbing across her legs as she wriggled in pain and ecstasy.