It had been another terrible night. Her husband had had too much to drink and had turned nasty. Again. After wolfing down the dinner she had prepared and served him, washed down with more of the scotch that he had been drinking steadily since his arrival home from the office, Greg pushed his chair away from the table and unfastened his trousers. "Get over here, you cow," he slurred. "Let's see if you can do something with that mouth besides flapping it to your bitch friends all day long." Tori rose dutifully. She smiled, pulled back her shoulders and crossed the room, giving her hips an exaggerated roll. Her large breasts swayed seductively, shifting sexily under the silky red dress she had purchased that afternoon. She stopped in front of her husband's chair, placed a hand on each of its arms and slowly leaned forward at the waist. Her breasts flowed over the top of the bra, her nipples clearly visible through the low-cut dress. A few strands of her auburn hair fell loose, framing her heart-shaped face. The expensive perfume she had applied liberally to her body rose from her deep cleavage. She was an alluring, sexual invitation that most men would have found irresistible. But not her husband. "Where'd you learn that little routine, Tyra?" he sneered. "Get to work." Tori knew better than to protest. She started to pull down his trousers and boxers. She couldn't help noticing the stale smell of sweat and alcohol that rose from his body. She drew out his penis, limp and clammy, and began to massage it. "Come on bitch, you know what I want. Give it to me if you know what's good for you!" Greg yelled. He grabbed her shoulders and thrust her head down sharply towards his crotch. Her knees smacked down painfully on the hardwood floor. She took his still limp member into her mouth, trying to ignore its gamy taste, and began to suck gingerly. "You useless twat! I ought to kick your ass right out of this house." Tori grimaced inwardly but upped the tempo of her ministrations. Greg continued to berate her but as his cock began to fill, his jibes and insults gave way to garbled gibberish and moans. As she pumped her mouth up and down, she looked around the room the beautiful, expensively furnished dining room of her beautiful, expensively furnished home and wondered for the millionth time how things had gone so wrong. She had been married to Greg for a decade, though on nights like this it felt like a century. For a while, they had been happy. But in recent years, Greg had become more obsessed with his work and increasingly uninterested in her. He had begun to drink and his behavior became increasingly abusive. At first, Tori thought it might be another woman. But it was simpler than that, she realized. He seemed to get some charge out of knocking her around, then using her as a receptacle for his cum. Tori could feel Greg finally reaching full erection. She dreaded what was coming and increased her efforts but Greg pulled out of her mouth and stood unsteadily before her. He began to fondle himself. When she had first slept with Greg, she had told him, after relentless questioning, that he had the biggest penis of any of her lovers. Truth be told, all had seemed about the same size and had felt about the same inside of her. However, Greg reveled in his status as her "biggest" and it didn't hurt to feed his ego. Lately, it had become a necessity if she didn't want to feel his wrath. "You love it, don't you bitch? You love sucking my big dick, don't you? Biggest you've ever seen, huh?" "Yes, Greg," she answered. Greg continued to stroke himself. "You love my big dick, don't you? Don't you? You know you want it. Say you love it!" "I love your dick," she replied. Even though it wasn't the first time, the slap to her face was shocking. "Say it like you mean it!" he growled. Reaching forward, he grabbed the front of her dress and yanked it hard, tearing out the bodice. Her right breast cascaded out of her bra exposing her nipple, which Greg caught between his fingers and pinched brutally. "Beg for it, bitch!" he yelled. "You know you want it!" The pain was instant. Tears welled up and she began to gasp what he wanted to hear. "Oh Greg, I love your big dick! So big! I need it! I need it!" Greg stroked faster, caught up in his approaching orgasm. Tori, realizing she was almost home free, regained her voice and continued. "So big, so big, so big! Give it to me, please!" The final exhortation did the trick and Greg shot a thin stream of cum into Tori's hair and face. He collapsed back into his chair and, in moments, was snoring. Tori turned off the light, mounted the stairs to her bedroom. She removed her ruined dress, letting it drop in a heap on the floor, and began to weep. Not about the dress she could buy a dozen more tomorrow and Greg wouldn't know or care. She wept for herself, trapped in her beautiful prison of a home, victim of the man who had promised to love her but now only brutalized her.