The Broken Wife: IV by P.t. Pelkin

Author:P.t. Pelkin [Pelkin, P.t.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Onion River Publishing
Published: 2016-08-19T05:00:00+00:00

Ricky jumped at the abrupt change on the screen. One moment, Stefan in repose, speaking of hearing bells. We ever mention the bells to Holly? The next to what appears to be a live feed of his wife lying naked on a table. Flat on her back. Her arms at her side. Three thick straps hold her down. One across the top of her chest, above her breasts, running beneath her underarms. One across her waist. The last one over her thighs. Her arms secured at her wrists with leather straps. Her feet at the ankles. Legs squeezed together. A small black and white towel covers her bottom.

Not a towel. The scarf Cecily wore in the last video. The one they used to gag Holly with. He cannot be sure of course, but also cannot help wondering if it has been washed since then. Imagines it has not. Now covering her bottom.

A different table then any Ricky has seen her tied to before. This one comes padded, much like an examination table. And apparently, tiltable, as her head lies lower than her feet. Not by much, but enough to notice.

She’s not gagged, and seems free to move her head about as well. In fact, on cue, raises her head up as far as she can, twisting her neck to see behind her. The camera shifts to catch her viewpoint of a clock on the wall. Ricky glances at his own time, then back to the clock on screen. They differ by a minute, if even this much. What is to happen next to his wife, will be in real time.

He breathes. Watches his wife’s chest rise and fall with her breath against the leather constraints. She’s not positioned to be, for lack of better word, used. Not with her legs together. Not with her position on the table. But with the high definition screen image before him, he can see she may have already been.

Her skin, especially her cheeks, as well her chest. Glows. Shines, perhaps by the lighting. More likely by a thin sheen of sweat. Her nipples full, the areolas dark. Even her hair’s shinier, fuller. Yes, she’s ripe, told him this, yet now different. He cringes at the word, but her aurora gives rise to the notion she has had sex. Recently. And by the slight wisp of a smile on her lips, she enjoyed it.

Plus, she looks like she has. Happy, peaceful. Relaxed. The way he’s positive he’d be if he could have thirty-three seconds alone with her.

Ricky laughed, nervously, because someone’s going to hurt her. And soon. Because while he’d be happy to watch her lie naked on the table till morning, not what Stefan brought him here to see. Think he’s already done her?

“I bet not,” Ricky replies. Not enough time, he figures, mindful of the fact he’s no doubt being watched. Listened to. Regardless, he believes they wait. Not yet. Yes, an hour plenty of time to have done her. Hell, three minutes would’ve worked too, though imagines with Stefan it being a huge production.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.