Chapter 10: Used
On the twenty-seventh she finally lost consciousness altogether, and Josiah stopped. He looked over the unconscious body of his new wife, took in the sight of her horribly swollen red genitalia, the hood swollen so much the skin was shiny from how tightly it was stretched. Even so, he could see the tip of her abused button peeking from the under the puffy ridge of flesh above it. He watched the dark red organ pulse in the firelight with a satisfaction he hadn’t experienced in years. He knew by morning the tiny organ and all the muscle and skin surrounding it would be deeply bruised. He imagined how much pain she would be in when she woke up, how much it would hurt for her to sit with that bruised flesh pressed against the wagon seat with her body bearing down on it.
The other couple had gone into their own wagon to continue their activities, leaving Josiah alone with his wife.
Absently, he toyed with her nipples while he thought. Those too were enflamed, turned from light pink to a dark maroon, so engorged they couldn’t soften. These would also be agonizing, and he delighted in pinching them nearly as hard as he could and twisting them back and forth, pulling them, hoping to exacerbate how much pain they would cause her.
This night would teach her not to beg, he thought feeling his own hardness rub against her back. He carefully laid her out on her back, tipping her head back so he could slip his cock into her mouth. He started slow, simply rubbing against her limp tongue, but soon he was fucking her face viciously. When he felt himself slipping into his own climax he pulled out of her mouth and sprayed rope after rope of semen over her face and chest. Finished, he used her hair to clean himself up.
Josiah considered what to do with her now. She was far too grimy to go in his bed, and he did not want to wash her. Estimating the risk of her running away if left alone, he got rope and tied Netty’s legs together from ankles to knees, her arms together behind her back. Content that she wouldn’t be able to run away, he covered her with a spare horse blanked and went merrily to his bed.
Later that night while Josiah and Jilli slept in their respective beds, Harlan climbed out of his wagon to relieve himself. On his way back from his makeshift restroom he noticed Netty’s still form lying by the fire. He squatted beside her. Her face was covered in the dried evidence of his own wife and what looked like semen. Her eyes particularly looked as if they were glued shut with the gunk. She was still completely out, likely blacked out from the alcohol and extreme sexual exertion, not even stirring when he threw the blanket to the side and inspected the huge pale globes of her rear with his hands.
Even after several rounds with his own wife, the sight of the other woman helplessly bound caused a stirring in his pants. He inspected the ropes, realizing the way her legs were tied would make it nearly impossible to get what he wanted, but another idea came to him.
Harlan laid down behind her. His pants around his ankles, he pushed her rumpled skirts out of the way and dipped his fingers deep into the divot between her uppermost thighs, finding her still wet and sticky from earlier. Quickly, Harlan spread the slickness up the back of her crevice and on himself. With his fingers digging into the unconscious girl’s hips he tucked himself into her flesh until he felt the tight ring at her back opening against his tip. Slowly, hoping not to wake her, he began to push himself in. With every shallow thrust he was able to push a little further in, the ring of muscle giving way bit by bit until at last the entire tip of his cock was entirely inside her. Once he got that far he became impatient. He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her as close as possible and shoving his hips against her. In one stroke he sank half his length down her canal, the rest of him hindered from progressing by the thickness of her ass.
Content he was as far inside as possible, Harlan pulled back as much as he dared before forcing himself back in. She was incredibly tight even in her fully limp state, almost painfully so. He was distinctly aware of every centimeter entering his unwitting partner, and the satisfaction of knowing he was likely the first one into that passage nearly drove him over the edge right there. He had to move slowly, each thrust an exercise in self-restraint. If he moved too fast he could hurt himself, or tear her in a way that would be too obvious if Josiah checked.
He knew as well as anyone that no man wanted to be beaten to a virgin part of his wife, but the knowledge he’d taken that for himself was intoxicating. He reasoned that even Netty herself may never suspect her ass had already been defiled come morning. As bruised and painful as the rest of her would be this extra discomfort could be lost in the greater scheme of pain.
After what felt like hours Netty’s muscles finally seemed to loosen up to the invading rod. While not pulling out, Harlan rolled them so she was face-down on the grass while he mounted her, pumping faster now. Her insides sucked at him, gripped him tight, invited him deeper as he spread her cheeks with his hands to get as much of him inside her as he could. With a shudder he slammed against her, his body shooting thick gouts of cum far into hers.
Finally satisfied, he pulled his spent member out of her with a wet pop, pleased to see he had shot so far up her rectum his semen wasn’t even leaking out yet. Tired, he climbed back into his wagon, leaving Netty exposed next to the fire, and was asleep within minutes.