It all seemed surreal as her eyes slowly adjusted to the light of the semi-darkened room.  A single barred window on the wall behind her provided the only source of light.  She was naked, her legs spread and secured by metal shackles around each ankle that were bolted firmly to the concrete floor beneath her.  Her hands were stretched outward from her body, and, in similar fashion as her feet, two metal bands were locked around each wrist, attached by chains to a clasp on the brick wall behind her.

The room had a damp, musty smell, and the stifling heat of the subtropical jungle was turning the room into an oven.  Beads of sweat formed over her entire body,andshe could feel them as they dripped from her nipples and slithered down her stomach.  She struggled against the ropes as her mind recalled the moment of her capture.

Amy had come to the South American jungle with a group bringing food and medical supplies to the impoverished villages; at least, that is what she had been led to believe.  However, the truth was that the group was a front for smuggling weapons to militant rebels seeking to rise to power.

She had desperately wanted to see her husband, Chad, who had been in the area on assignment from the CIA.   When she received a call from a friend who knew about the group coming to the area, she wasted no time in making arrangements to go with them.  It had been over a month since the last letter from Chad.  He had been down there for nearly a year, and she was lonely and concerned about him.  She made arrangements with her sister to watch over the house and the finances until she returned.  The entire trip down she had but one thing on her mind; seeing Chad and holding him in her arms once again.  The fact that it would be a surprise visit only made it more exciting for her. They had only been married two years when he was sent down here, and the time away from him had been hell on the 25-year-old female.When her group was suddenly surrounded by armed soldiers, the others somehow managed to flee, leaving Amy alone to be captured.  Efforts to locate the other members failed, and Amy was taken to a secluded camp deep in the jungle that had been designed especially to interrogate and house female prisoners.

A door swung open and footsteps could be heard on the concrete floor.  The sparse light prohibited her from seeing them clearly.   Unbeknownst to her, a male and two females, all wearing camouflage military uniforms and brandishing weapons, approached her.   They stopped directly in front of her.  She could hear their breathing from the shadows as she strained her eyes to see.   Silhouetted strangers looking at her naked body only heightened her feelings of shame and dread.  She wanted desperately to cover herself, yet she was bound and on open display.  As the two females moved slightly forward, they came into the light for the first time.

Her eyes fixed on the two females.  They appeared to be of Latin American decent with jet black hair, dark skin, hypnotic eyes, and perfectly toned bodies that gave them a don’t fuck with me look.  She noted their uniforms and, more importantly, the weapons holstered on their shapely hips.  A movement from the male diverted her attention back to him.  As he stepped from the shadows into the light, her heart stopped, and an audible gasp escaped her lips…Chad!

Standing before her was her husband; his penetrating gaze seemed to look into her soul.  Her first instinct was to cry out for his help, but, as she formed the words on her lips, she was greeted with a stinging slap across the face with his open hand.

Her head reeled to one side from the blow as the shock of his actions sank into her confused mind.  Feelings of hurt, anguish, and betrayal danced in her head as his words echoed against the surrounding wall.

“Silence!” he bellowed, his voice angry and authoritative. “You will speak only when spoken to,” he continued. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed into his face seeking some explanation for all of this.  The momentary flash of hope melted into confusion and hurt as she stared disbelieving into his eyes.

Her tortured mind sought for answers.  Perhaps it had something to do with his position in the CIA.  He was waiting for the right moment to free her and take her into his arms. There had to be some explanation, some valid reason for his actions. 

At that moment, one of the two female soldiers dragged a small crate over to the center of the room that had been confiscated from the vehicle the group was driving when the army had captured her.  Amy watched inquisitively as they began rummaging through its contents.

On the surface, canned food and medical supplies could be seen, but as Amy watched, the soldiers lifted a false shelf from the box revealing a cache of weapons underneath.  Her eyes widen in stunned disbelief.  Her heart raced in sheer terror as every eye was now turned on her, including her husband.   Dreadful thoughts overtook her as it now became obvious she had been set up by the group to take the fall.

“Another fucking mule,” one of the female soldiers remarked. “And an American no less.They are recruiting your own people now, Chad,” she remarked with a sarcastic laugh.  The two females knew of Chad’s involvement with the CIA, but not the full extent of his activities.

Chad was conflicted, angry, and bewildered as his troubled mind sought to conceal his emotions.  For months, Chad had been interrogating female prisoners.  They were mostly locals; bad women who deserved the treatment he gave them.  But there was something else.  Chad had intimate knowledge of the selling of female prisoners to the local slave traders.   The CIA would turn their back on the harsh interrogation methods, but he had yet to inform them of the illegal slave trading that was going on that could land him in prison, or worse.   Amy’s presence could send the entire house of cards collapsing around him. He had to hide their relationship, and yet maintain his role.  Maria and Luna, the two female soldiers, were too tight with the camp’s commander, General Esporansa.   They would betray him in a heartbeat.

They were sadistic and merciless, and, Chad knew if they had their way, they would torture Amy to extremes.   He had seen them work with dozens of other female prisoners, and he could not bear the thought of Amy falling into their hands.  He had to completely control the situation.   He stepped closer to her.  The scent of her body permeated his nostrils and, being this close to her after such a long time apart, stirred his carnal desires.  He quickly regained his self-control as he spoke.

“You are under arrest for smuggling arms to the enemy,” Chad thundered as he looked to the female soldiers. “Unhook her and perform the standard inspections.”   It was customary for the two females to do a vaginal and anal probe for contraband.   By allowing them to do it, he was following procedure and would not arouse undo suspicion by them.  If he could get Amy through the preliminary inspections and lock her up, he would at least have time to think.

Amy wanted to protest, but his icy stare told her to keep silent.  She watched the two females approach her and loosen her bonds.  They forced her to walk to the center of the room where the light clearly bathed her body.   Her sensual form glistened in the light as the females looked on with wicked delight.  Amy was a stunning woman of impeccable beauty.   She had shoulder length auburn hair that cascaded downward into wavy locks.  Her 36 C-cup breasts were firm and succulent;small, brown areolae accented her pinkish nipples to perfection.  She had a firm waistline, long sensual legs, andher pussy was neatly trimmed in a small v shape.   She took pride in how she looked and to be displayed naked with her hair disheveled, and her body covered in sweat was a form of mental torture to her.

“Put your hands on her head and spread your legs wide,” one of the females crudely remarked in a heavy accent as she slipped a rubber glove over her hand.  “You are to remain in this position until otherwise told.”

Amy blushed with shame and humiliation as she reluctantly complied.  She placed her quivering hands on her head and slowly spread her legs for the degradation she knew was coming.  The two females spoke with each other as they decided who would do what inspection. As they spoke with each other, Amy stared directly into the eyes of her husband, seeking to understand how he could allow these women to violate her while he stood there and watched.

The first female approached and ran her finger crudely between Amy’s legs, sliding them along the puffy lips of her female sex as she looked up at Amy with a diabolical sneer.“Such a pretty pussy you have,” the female spoke as she slipped a finger inside. “I bet you love to have it stuffed with a thick cock.”  The woman spoke degradingly, as she slipped her finger rudely around inside Amy’s tight pussy.

Amy gasped at the intrusion into her most private parts, and cringed at the woman’s vile remarks.   She wanted to scream; wanted the earth to swallow her up and remove her from this horrible nightmare.  Her tortured mind again became flooded with thoughts.Why was he allowing this?  What was he doing in this awful place? He spoke as one having authority over them.  Had he done this with other women, too? Why was he not trying to stop their degrading actions?

The female probed her vaginal area until she was satisfied that nothing was concealed therein and then stood, motioning the other female to perform her part.   Thankful that part was over, Chad waited in hopes that Amy would not crack before he could get her out of their hands.  He tried to justify why his cock was twitching with excitement as he watched the female run her finger inside his wife’s pussy.  Angry at his body’s primal urges, he tried to focus on getting through this ordeal. 

The other female approached Amy and in a similar degrading voice, she spoke.“Turn around, bend over and spread your ass cheeks apart for me.”  The sound of the rubber glove slipping over her fingers brought a new feeling of dread to Amy. The command was repulsive to her and she hesitated to comply with it.   She could not bring herself to do such a thing while others looked on. The female soldier grew weary of her resistance and, with a strong hand, grabbed a fist full of Amy’s auburn hair and pulled it backwards, causing Amy to painfully tilt her head back in response.

Chad’s first impulse was to charge as he watched Maria wrestle his wife into submission.  His military training forced him to remain in self-control.  He had to play tough as usual, yet he wanted to pry Amy from their hands and get her the hell out of here before things got really out of control.

Amy slowly turned her back towards them.  Sobbing and burning with shame, she bent over and parted her ass cheeks, revealing her puckered brown hole to the sadistic female soldier who waited with wicked intent.

The female roughly inserted a non-lubed digit into Amy’s anus, causing her to squeal in agony.  Amy’s stomach churned with feelings of nausea and pain as the female began the degrading inspection.   She seemed to delight in causing Amy suffering as she probed longer than she normally would.“She is clean,” the female announced as she rose to her feet and began peeling the glove from her hand.

Chad breathed a hushed sigh of relief that the ordeal was over.  Moving quickly to control the situation, he looked at his wrist watch.“It’s late. Lock her up for the night, I will interrogate her, personally, in the morning,” he ordered.

Amy’s hands were bound behind her as the two females forced her to walk ahead of them.  Chad and Amy’s eyes fixed on each other as she passed him on the way towards the door,and unspoken words were exchanged by their gazes.  Leaving the interrogation building, they entered the camp and walked Amy up a narrow path.  As they walked, the females took turns smacking Amy’s bare ass and giggling as she jumped to avoid the blows.

They soon came upon some metal cages; Amy watched as a door on one was opened, and she was forced inside.  The cage had straw strewn around it for a floor.  It was tall enough to allow sitting, squatting, or lying flat, but not enough to stand upright in.  The door was locked and she watched in desperation as the two females began walking away.

“You can’t just leave me here like this!” Amy wailed. “I am naked, please give me my clothes,” she pleaded emphatically.

“You will not be seeing any clothes for a long time,” Maria laughed, mockingly

“Yes, sleep well American whore,” Luna chimed in unmercifully.

“Wait…I need to use the bathroom,” she again cried out in a desperate move to halt their retreat.   She was on her knees with her hands clinching the metal bars, praying the two would turn around as she watched them walk into the darkness.

“Then use it,” was the only reply she heard before they disappeared, laughing as their voices faded into the night.

Amy was horrified as the darkness engulfed her. The only light around was back in the camp itself.  All around her were the eerie sounds of the jungle.  The dank smell of old straw permeated the air and she again felt nauseated.   She curled up in a fetal position and wept openly at the bizarre turn of events; trying to block the need of her clamoring bladder from her mind.   Exhausted and weak, she eventually drifted into a troubled sleep.

***********

She was awaken in the wee hours of the morning by Chad, who knelt by her cage.  She crawled over to the bars, kneeling as she looked into his face.  He could finally talk to her and tell her the whole story. She listened intently as he told her that he was working with the CIA to back general Esporansa, and to aid him in taking control of the country.   The rebel armies opposing the general were actively recruiting females to smuggle in weapons, so this prison camp had been erected, and Chad had been placed in charge of it by the general.  What the general did not know, was that Chad was also keeping the CIA informed of the general’s actions without his knowledge.  He also told her about the general’s orders to sell the female prisoners into slavery to finance their operation.   Amy’s presence now threatened to expose the entire operation.  The general could have them killed,and the CIA would never know the difference.   

For the first time since her capture, she understood the gravity of the situation she was now in.  She had jeopardized her husband and acted foolishly in coming here.  She sat on the straw and placed her head on her knees, rocking back and forth while she sobbed lightly.  Chad informed her that there was only one way out of the situation, and she listened with keen interest.

“I will have to take you as my personal slave,” Chad instructed.  “This means I will have to interrogate you first, and you will be treated like any other prisoner, but you must never divulge you real intention for being here,” he continued.

“The men will be no problem, but the two female soldiers can make trouble for us.  They are already jealous of your beauty and want to inflict as much humiliation and pain on you as they can,” he informed.  “That is why I must take you, so I can at least protect you in some way.  If not, you could wind up being sold like any other prisoner, or fall into their hands, which I cannot allow,” Chad remarked.

Amy could not believe what she was hearing.  Her husband involved in interrogating naked women, selling them into slavery, and now he was going to do the same to her.  She was seeing a side of Chad she never knew existed and found it strangely arousing when she should be repulsed and angry.  She was even more confused about her own feelings as she pondered his words.  Chad leaned in as best he could and gave Amy a kiss before leaving her for the rest of the night.  The touch of his lips ignited a fire of passion inside her. The scent of his body, that she had missed all those lonely nights, overwhelmed her senses.  Her pussy was drooling and aching for him to be inside her, but that would have to wait.  The moment ended all too soon and she watched Chad disappear into the darkness, as she had watched the two female soldiers do hours before.   She sunk back into her caged prison and felt around for a dry place to lay before eventually drifting into a troubled sleep.

**************

It seemed she had just gotten to sleep when her body was shocked by the blast of ice cold water streaming in through the metal bars.  The two female soldiers had come to wake her up, and were amusing themselves with a nearby hose supplied by a portable generator.  She gasped for breath as she sat up, trying desperately to avoid the maddening onslaught of water; trying to plead with them to stop but the coldness of the water would allow only intermittent gasps.

“Time to get up, bitch,” one of them remarked as she stopped the spray and laid down the hose.  The other female opened the lock and motioned Amy to come out.   Her legs and back were stiff as she crawled out of the cage and slowly rose to her feet. 

“Time you got to know us,” one of the females remarked. “I am Maria, and this is Luna.  We will be your worst nightmare around here unless you do exactly as we tell you to,” Maria remarked as she shoved a pitch fork into Amy’s hands.  “Clean out that filthy cage and some new straw will be brought to you, otherwise you can sleep in your own piss.”

After cleaning out her cage, Amy was led to an open tent with a dining table and made to eat.  As she sat eating a sparse meal, her attention was diverted to six naked females being loaded into the back of pickup truck.   The poor women were chained in pairs, with leg irons around their ankles and a small chain around their waist.  The truck had shovels and rakes as well as other assorted implements, and it was clear that the women were being used for slave labor.  Two women at a time climbed into the back of the truck until they were all in and it sped out of camp.  Her mind could not help but wonder what it would be like to be forced to work naked while chained to another woman.   Thoughts of what they would be forced to do, and how they would cope, filled her mind until the two female soldiers broke her thoughts by ordering her to stand.

“Time for you to be properly interrogated,” one of them remarked in sarcasm. “I hope we get to see that pretty white ass decorated with some red stripes,” the other chimed in sadistically.

Amy was again forced to walk to the building she was in the night before.  Led to center of the room, she was made to stand for what seemed like an eternity before the door opened and Chad appeared.  The room was now lit with lanterns, and a larger battery operated spot light sat in the middle of the room.   She suddenly preferred the darkness as glanced around the floor.  Numerous stains, now dried, told the tale that she was not the only female to have visited this room.

Chad approached her with a leather whip in his hand.  She remembered the conversation from the night before.  She knew it had to be this way, but found it hard to believe that Chad would actually whip her in public.  More troubling to her was her reaction to his sudden air of authority and dominance.  She found it strangely arousing.  A side of him she had not seen was awakening a side of her that had been dormant and buried.  Feelings of submissive desire stirred within her.  Even in these harsh conditions, she could feel the wetness between her legs and struggled to come to grips with her new found feelings.  She wanted him to control her, to completely dominate her, but could not bring herself to say the words.  She was a fusion of mixed emotions.

“Turn around with your back towards me,” chad ordered, his voice cold and harsh.

Amy complied, presenting herself to him willingly.  There was something in his voice that stirred a feeling of excitement, even in the face of potential pain.  She found herself becoming aroused, yet she was keenly aware that Maria and Luna were watching from a distance, enjoying every moment of her degradation.  If they saw her arousal they would surely use it to their advantage.

“You have been caught carrying weapons to the enemy.  Tell us who heads the group you were with and their whereabouts,” Chad commanded as he clinched the whip in his hand.

Amy ‘s voice was trembling and shaky, more from excitement than fear, as she prepared not only to answer the question, but for what would certainly follow.

“I-I don’t know, you must believe me, I simply came down here with them,” she replied in an angst filled voice.

Chad cracked the whip into the air and it made a loud sound that caused Amy to shriek and her body to tremble.  To her side, she could hear the giggling of the two females, and she wished Chad would send them away.

“The next time, the whip will not be in the air, it will be on your body.  Now, save yourself needless pain and tell us what you know.

“I have told you all I know.  Strike me if you must, but I cannot tell what I do not know,” she remarked.  Her words were an encrypted message she hoped Chad would get. She was all but asking him to punish her now.

His heart raced as his hand clutched the whip, and his eyes honed in on the shapely feminine backside of his wife.  Feelings of guilt and anguish boiled away.  He could understand those feelings, but it was his stiffening cock that troubled him.  He was getting aroused at the control he was wielding over his wife.  Strange new sensations filled his deepest desire as he let the whip sail through the air.   The sound the whip made as it struck Amy’s flesh reverberated like thunder in the narrow confines of the hellish room.

Amy squealed loudly as fiery pain shot through her body.   Maria and Luna watched with perverse delight as Amy’s body arched in defiance of the whip’s lash.   Chad watched her reaction, studying it carefully.  He would soften the next blows subtly, so as to prevent Maria and Luna seeing his leniency.  A couple of more well placed, but potentially harmless blows, and he could then declare that she knew nothing and bring an end to the ordeal.  His sole desire was to get Amy back to his hut.  He not only wanted to stop her pain, but he wanted to ravish her.   His pent up passion was reaching a boiling point and affecting his ability to think rationally.

Chad was just preparing for the next blow when the door opened and a shadowy figure could be seen silhouetted against the concrete wall before them.  Chad turned to see who it was.  His face went ashen as Esporansa walked slowly into the light. His steely eyes fastened upon Amy’s naked body, and he approached her slowly. A hushed silence fell over the room as his commanding presence was felt.

Chad watched nervously as the general’s hand began tracing Amy’s shivering body.  He cupped her firm ass cheeks and squeezed them like ripe melons.   Amy could feel his hot breath on her neck. Strange male hands groping her ass and staring lustfully at her naked body caused her mind to recoil in shame, while her body responded to his masculine presence.  Fearful, and unable to speak, she waited as he slowly walked from behind to stand directly in front of her.

She felt like a frightened fawn trapped by a ravenous beast.  Her breasts heaved from labored breathing.  Her nipples were erect, and her heart was beating a mile a minute as she stared into his rugged face and penetrating eyes.

“An American,” his deep voice remarked as it broke the silence. “Our rebel friends must be getting desperate.  She will fetch a good price for us with a body like this,” he remarked.

Chad swallowed hard trying to conceal his anger at watching another man grope his wife.  If ever he needed to stay calm it was now.

“What has she revealed to you?” the general inquired.

“Nothing of any significance,” Chad replied. “Only that she is not a part of the group; she believed that they were doing humanitarian work, so she volunteered to come with them,” he continued.

“Is this true?” the general asked Amy as he stood within inches of her face.

“Yes, “Amy replied nervously.

“I think not,” the general remarked as he reached into his pocket and lit up a Cuban cigar while staring her down.  Tension hung in the air like a thick cloud as he looked back to Chad with cold, emotionless eyes. “Perhaps sweating in the sun today will make her more talkative.   I am sure Maria and Luna would watch over her carefully.”

The two women looked at each other as if they had just won the lottery.   Chad knew it was all a ruse.  The work detail had left 30 minutes earlier. It was meant to frighten Amy into a confession, but Chad knew there was nothing to confess.  He looked at the general with focused intent.

“Allow me to take her as my own personal slave.  I have other ways in mind to work the truth out of her,” Chad spoke as Amy hung on every word. 

“But of course.  Use her as you wish, but when you tire of her, sell her to the bordellos down south, they will pay most handsomely for a bitch like this one,” the general remarked before turning for the door.

Chad scanned his wife’s hanging and whipped body.   He breathed a sigh of relief in knowing he could now take full control of Amy. 

“Take her to my place and tie her spread eagle to the bed. I will be along shortly,” Chad barked to Maria and Luna.  The words ignited a fire of passion inside Amy as the two women approached her.

Grabbing Amy by each arm, they walked her to Chad’s place and into the bedroom.  They took wicked delight in binding her tightly, just as Chad had described,and then stood up and looked on the scene with diabolical grins.

“Maybe we should help get your pussy nice and wet for his throbbing cock,” Maria scoffed as her fingers traced Amy’s cunt. “Hell, this bitch is soaking wet already. Check this out,” she announced to Luna, motioning for her to do the same.   Amy wanted to scream at the violation.  It was bad enough for them to leer at her naked body, but their hands freely roaming her pussy was driving her crazy with hellish desire.

“What a fucking whore,” Luna announced as she intentionally grazed Amy’s swollen clit with her hand, causing Amy to emit a few uncontrollable moans.   Looking up, they saw Chad standing in the doorway and backed away from the bed.

“Thought we would warm her up for you a little, but it appears that pussy is screaming to be fucked,” Maria remarked as her and Luna slipped by Chad, giggling and patting him on the back.

Chad followed them to the door and locked it.  He stripped naked and walked to the doorway of the bedroom.  Amy laid spread wide, her labia swollen and the hood of her clit hard.  She was in a full state of arousal.  Her eyes fastened on Chad’s naked body, but the main point of her interest was his throbbing cock.  Her chest heaved from shallow breathing as he walked closer and closer.   She felt his hand slip between her legs and rub her sopping cunt lips.  Under normal circumstances she would be utterly ashamed and humiliated at her sexual arousal from these conditions, but now, it felt right.  Some new sensation had taken over.

“Tell me what you want,” he remarked in a commanding voice.

Her mind and body waged a war for control until, “Fuck me!” escaped her lips.

“I fully intend to fuck you.  From now on, I will fuck you whenever I want, however I want.  You need to get used to that,” he remarked as he lowered his body to hers.  A moment later and she could feel his rigid cock filling her.  He took deep penetrating strokes, slowly at first, then building in momentum.   She wanted desperately to touch him, to run her hands down his muscular back and tight ass as she had done at home, but it was denied her.  She could feel his hot breath on her neck, and his heart beat racing wildly as he fucked her with abandon. His balls slapped against her with every stroke.  They were full and cum laden.  The room seemed to spin out of control as the volcanic eruption formed deep within her.  Her nipples were fully erect, and copious amounts of her juices coated his cock as she felt it begin to spasm.  Delirium sat in as she approached orgasmic bliss.  Lost in lustful abandon, she screamed loudly.

“Ohhh, god, I’m . . . I’m gonna cum . . . fuck . . .” Amy exploded and began to spasmodically shake and quiver uncontrollably.   Seconds later she felt his cock erupt spewing hot jets of cum inside and driving her to another orgasm.  This one took total control, and something happened that had never happened before.  She came so hard that she drove Chad’s cock from her pussy as she sprayed thick blasts of female ejaculate.  She blanked out for a second before her body recovered, and she returned to her senses.  Her thighs were drenched and a puddle of her spray pooled on the sheet beneath the fold of her ass.

A look of contentment shone on Chad’s face as she sheepishly looked up to him. “I see we are going to have to work on your priorities.  From now on, you must ask permission to cum, not tell me you are cumming.  Everything you do from here on will be at my discretion,” Chad informed as he rubbed his still semi-erect cock against her drenched pussy lips.

Too spent to speak, Amy could only nod in approval.  She watched as Chad began undoing her bonds.  Her hopes of finally being able to hold him and touch him were dashed by his next command.

“Roll over!”

There was a moment of awkward uncertainty as she stared blankly into his face.

“I will not tell you again.  Roll over now.”

She had to obey his voice. Her own will was now lost in his.  She slowly rolled over, face down on the bed, as her mind danced wildly with thoughts of his intent.   She felt a finger at the base of her spine and felt it slowly roam down the crack of her ass until it stopped and began circling her puckered hole.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

She need not ask now.  His intent was all too clear.  The one thing she had denied him in marriage would now be taken under this new relationship;what she had always dreaded was now longed for.  She obediently assumed the position;her ass stuck high in the air.and her head lowered onto the pillow.   She was his for the taking.  She felt his masculine hands spread her ass cheeks, and, for the first time, she felt the head of his cock press against her tight anus.  Her hands instinctively clutched the sheets in anticipation of a painful entry.   Reaching down to her sopping wet pussy, he rubbed her juices over his cock for lubrication and pressed firmly against her asshole.

For a second it felt like she was being ripped apart as she grimaced while burying her face in the pillow beneath her, then the muscles relaxed, and he was in.  An entire new sensation began to take over as he slowly began plowing her ass with his thick cock.  The driving of his cock and the slapping of his balls against her ass drove her again into a delirious ecstasy.

“Rub your pussy while I fuck your ass,” he commanded.  She was only too happy to oblige.  She let her right hand find her pussy and began rubbing it feverishly as he plowed away at her.  His deep penetrating thrusts, combined with the tightness of her ass, had him spewing cum in no time.  She felt the hot blasts fill her completely as her hand blurred across her swollen cunt lips.

“Please, let me cum,” she spoke as she felt him slowly pull his thick meat from her asshole.

“Not yet, keep going,”  he remarked, loving the vision of his wife on her knees, her ass spread wide and dripping his cum while she feverishly stroked her pussy.

“Oh…god…I can’t hold it, please, let me cum,” she pleaded, the desperation hanging on her every breath.

Chad grinned in amusement as he watched his wife spend.

“Then cum!”

His words were all she needed to hear.  They no sooner left his lips than a massive orgasm overtook her.  She squirted copious amounts of cum, soaking her hand completely, as her body shook with such force it made the bed move.  She went limp and sunk to the bed onto her stomach.  Chad helped her roll over onto her back, and he straddled her chest.  Taking his cock in his hands, he placed it to her lips.

“Lick it clean.”  His voice was commanding and dominant.

The realization of where his cock had just been flashed in her mind and her initial thought was to rebel and deny his request, but as she looked into his eyes, her will again melted into his.  She grasped his flaccid cock in her hand and slowly brought it to her lips.  Running her tongue around the head she could taste her own juices as well as his dried cum.  She licked down both sides, even cleaning his balls, before the task was finished and they lay down beside each other.  

“Not a bad beginning,” Chad whispered as he leaned over and kissed her firmly on the lips. “There will be much more for you to learn.”  She closed her eyes, more content than ever before.  The trip had turned out even better than she had anticipated. 

Chad listened to her gentile breathing as a smile formed on his lips.  He was enjoying the best of both worlds.  Keeping her as a salve would help him continue his covert activities without risk.  In all honesty, he could set Amy free at any time…but why spoil a good thing.   He drifted to sleep contented and peaceful.