Chapter 118: Chapter 118

Chapter 118

~Part Your Legs~

Gently her legs parted and he chuckled at the red, dark hairy vagina that yawned at him. Ella wondered what on earth she married. This was the only beast in human form she had seen.

Earlier in their relationship he wasn’t like this and she had only realized lately that it had all been a pretense all the while. He only succeeded in making her believe he couldn’t hurt a fly. She couldn’t have noticed and no one could have noticed either. She thought she was in love with a Mr. Nice guy, at least one that was almost like Brian. But little did she realize she was in love with the devil’s son. How on earth would she spend the rest of her life in marriage full of pain and agony? Severally at the mention of her husband she had flinched because of the fear he had deposited in her.

He pranced to her, held her on the neck, choking her. “How dare you obey me at your will? He was choking her so badly that her eyes turned red rolling and bulging and she patted his shoulder in plea. Annoyingly by the time he freed his hands from her throat, she was already on the floor, coughing and struggling with her breath. . “Over here!” he commanded, his lips curving in wrath, his eyes darting angrily at her and his face squeezed in thick sharp furrows. “Be fast!” he roared and he flinched and hastened to her tormentor. As soon as she neared him, he spanked her buttocks repeatedly until her buttocks’ cheeks turned red. She only could open her mouth in silent moan, lacking the energy to scream even when the spank hurt her so well to do so. She grinned, breathed deeply and fought back the urge to wail as a slave that she was.

“Into the bathroom now!” he commanded, pointing at the bathroom and watching as she walked fearfully, with her big buttocks rolling within her waist and her pretty fragile breasts bouncing around her chest. He glared at her as a lion would do before his prey , and started undressing his sleeves shirt, unbuckling his belt and trousers. Gently and with his eyes still on her, he slid out of his trousers, pulled out his belt and hung across his neck before peering down to his lingerie that swelled up with his penis. As he removed his lingerie, he had a wicked, jestful smile, reminding her of the past bodily harm sex they had and what she was to expect in few seconds. Rubbing and stroking his venous penis, he advanced to her, and she had a step backward as he neared her. She wished she could wave the magic wand and the walls behind her would collapse so she could run away; just disappear out of the sight of her fated beast. But all ended in wishes. She had collided into the wall and pressed her suckling body to it, beholding with her tormented eyes as he approached her with his belt held out.

“Come over here sweet pussy,” he said slightly and gently yet in tones that depicted a devourer. He lent her his hand gesturing her to come forward as fast as possible, stroking his penis impatiently.

As she curled into his arms, she could smell the stench of hot abusive sex that loomed on, one she had never experienced in her horrible life as a female. She winced and almost screamed as her fidgety body felt the cold water splashing from the nozzle of the shower, he had turned on the shower on her and stepped away from her, watching and feeling lustful as her reddened naked body got drenched; her greasy-pressed hair got wet, curled and thickened across her forehead to her neck.

“Wash your pussy, bitch!” he cursed and squatted to have a full view of her hairy vagina being washed. He was all smiles now, smacking his lips, stroking his fully erected penis as he fed his eyes.

“Wash it like a bitch that you are!” he commanded and when she hesitated he lashed her thighs with the belt in his hand. “Do my bidding now!” he barked and shook his head as she washed her hairy vagina, the hairs really getting soaked and piercing into her vagina lips a she washed it furiously and noisily. It aroused her for one bit and he could sense it from the way she shut her eyes and grinned painfully. No image had been so inviting and alluring. “

“Finger your pussy,” he said mildly and raised a brow when she stopped and gave him a nagging stare

“Can’t you make love to me as your wife, you punk?” she whispered, wondering from where came her courage, and pulling a frown that called forth pity. She wanted to curse yet further when he interrupted her…

“Keep shut. I am going to fuck you so well like a punk that your vagina will go sore!” he barked, stood up and brought his fingers to her neck. “Yes you are my wife and I enjoy fucking you the way I do because you are under me and shall satisfy me however, whenever and wherever I want it. And you dint question my audacity because I will lash the hell out of your nakedness.”

“You are hurting me… you...” she stuttered, holding his hand and trying to pull away from his grip. She freed her and she coughed and breathed hard, holding her throat am squatting. “You …” she stuttered yet again, pointing at him, “ You want to kill me…” the shower splashed into her mouth when she wanted to speak yet further and she kept quiet just then.

He was still bent on his desire, “I say finger your dirty pussy now!” he ordered and lashed her back with the belt and she was forced to bring her forefinger to his clitoris, shut her eyes and thrusted her vagina canal at first gently and kept at that pace

“Faster!” he roared, “I said faster, pussy!” he roared when she wavered and rolled her eyes at him. “Now!” he added and she flinched and increased the pace at which her finger penetrated her vagina. She thought she could fight back the stinging sensation, but it was a failed mission; even though the water that splashed on her body had made her wet, she could feel the slimy slippery liquid that built in her vagina. For the first time she was wet for the devil’s son.

Suddenly the splashing stopped; he had turned off the shower and stared as her body shook heavily.

“Over here, pussy!” he ordered and lifted her on her feet. “Come out and show daddy how good you can suck my dick as a bitch!”

She laid her back on the wall, her eyes rolling and falling as she showed no interest to follow him

A spank; Bang! bang!

He spanked her buttocks and squeezed it before planting a kiss on it and dragged her out of the bathroom, feeling nervous as his hands trembled.

She watched him go for the dog chain that lay by the corner and came back to her, chained her neck, and spanked her buttocks a few strokes more.

“On all fours!” he said coldly and when she hesitated to do his bidding, he barked, “On all fours, cunt!” he stroked his penis, shaking it impatiently like a long rope, waiting for her as she started squatting, feeling dizzy and heavy in her eyes.

There may be no need for her to give him a head; Brian had barged in like a fox, with a rod in his hand, he sent him two swift blows on the head that slammed him on the floor…