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The Trophy Wife

By special_kwa@hotmail.com

Warning: This file contains depictions of adult sexual situations,
including rape, and bondage. If it is illegal for you to view this
subject matter, or if you are under the age of 18 please do not view
this file. If you find these situations unpleasant or offensive please
do not view this file. The author takes no responsibility for any
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person, for free viewing only. 

Just wanted to give something back to the internet community.

Hope all you fellow pervs enjoy.




Prologue



I'm not a bad guy, really. She deserved everything that she got from
me. But by the end of reading this story you may have formed another
opinion.

It all started when I was driving down the highway, home to my country
farm house minding my own business, for a change. The scanner that I
used in my business was lying on the passenger seat of the mobile home
that I had rented for my latest job, a surveillance job; you know the
kind typical jealous husband case. Poor boy thought his wife was
fooling around on him. She was of course, they always are. By the time
the guy suspects it is always too late. But they pay me anyway, it's a
living, and quite a good one too. My business was thriving. I hardly
worked at all anymore. Only those cases that interested me. Like this
wife case, what a looker. No wonder she was cheating on her husband.
Hot bitch like that could never stay faithful. Not with all the
temptations that would befall a beautiful woman like her. Think about
it. If you looked like that then everyone would want to get in your
pants. If everyone would want to get in her pants then everyone would
try. Sooner or later she would give into temptation. The law of
averages.

Anyway, where was I. My scanner that I had turned off was suddenly
crackling to life. Guess I hadn't turned it off after all. I hardly
paid attention to the cellular conversation, between a man and a
woman. The usual lovey dovey stuff you hear all the time. Their
conversation soon took an interesting turn when the man said "I wish
that old fucker would just up ad die on you so we could be together
forever." The woman paused briefly then responded in a serious tone of
voice. "You never know what may happen darling, he does after all have
a very serious heart problem. His doctor's tell him that even a little
excitement could kill him."

Just as this little bitch finished her sentence I passed through a
highway underpass, his response was cut off. By he time I emerged all
I could hear was her laughter in response. Even her laughter was
practiced and calculating.  She eventually caught her breath
responding through gasps "No to do it that way I'd actually have to
start fucking him again."

I had managed to fumble a bit with the tape recorder but I managed to
get most of their conversation on tape I maneuvered the lumbering
mobile home to the shoulder at the next traffic light. As I rolled to
a stop her voice cut out on the conversation I could still hear his
though meaning a building or an underpass was blocking her. She came
back on line strong a clear Checking my mirrors I could hardly believe
my eyes. It had to be her racing up to the same red light that I was
at. 

Her driving a convertible made it remarkably easy to check her out.
She was a wet dream on legs. She had lots and lots of long red curly
hair that stopped at her shoulder blades. She was tall and thin.
Though it was impossible to tell just how tall due to her sitting in
the car. She sat upright in her seat, her good posture displaying her
chest proudly. She had a great deal to be proud of. They had to be
fake. Everything else about her was. Her incredible body was wrapped,
tightly in a light green dress that was so short I found myself
staring at her hemline desperately trying to will it higher by only a
half inch or so. That would be enough.

My staring had by this time become noticed.  

"Darling, I'll see you in 5 minutes. I'm looking forward to testing
your ticker. I do so hope you'll survive." She finished her joke with
a pout directed to my gaze. He laughed and they hung up.

Still glaring at me she criticized, "It's not polite to stare,
Mister." Being impolite I stared back ignoring her, as she shot me a
disgusted look and sped off, to her illicit liaison with her lover.
Whoever he was he was a lucky man. 

Instinctively, I glanced at her plate, it read POTTER 3.  The
realization hit me as hard as I had hit the gas pedal. This woman was
the wife of Richard Potter. Christ he was practically in a wheelchair
he was so decrepit.  Being his third wife I chuckled in speculation as
to whether the plate referred to the third car in his fleet or her as
his third and latest trophy wife. If she and her asshole boyfriend had
their way, then she would most definitely be Richard Potter's final
wife. His holdings were in the hundreds of millions of dollars. Being
a successful real estate developer.  

It was of course impossible to keep up with her Mercedes ragtop. But I
tried none the less. Way up in the distance I thought I saw the
distinctive taillights of her car take the next exit. That exit was
about ten miles past my farmhouse. I proceeded to the exit and pulled
over to the curb. Leaving the RV parked by the side of the highway.
From here on out I would proceed on foot. It took me a little over an
hour of walking thought the satellite community to find her car.
When I did I barely had the time to jot down the address of the
property that she had parked in front of before she reemerged, her
heels dangling from her left hand. 

They embraced passionately one more time as she scampered back to the
car. Just before she started the car he called out. "Told you I'd
survive!" She smiled back a wry smile, then replied. "Let's hope my
performance has a greater impact on my husband." Another
conspiratorial look passed between them and she was off.

I waited still a few minutes till she was out of sight, and he had
gone back into the house, before I began to make my way down from the
hills to the RV I had left. As I walked slowly back I began to
formulate a plan. A plan that would satisfy everyone involved. I could
save a life. Punish a murderous pair. And most delightfully of all
provide myself with a play partner of uncommon provocativeness. After
all if she was willing to be the trophy wife on one man for mer money.
They I should surely be able to to keep her interested in me, to keep
her ass out of jail. Or more precisely out of a formal jail and in my
own private jail.

I of course had to decide, if the prospect of getting caught was worth
the reward of possessing her all to myself. As I pulled the RV into
the farmyard, I had decided that if I could come up with a plan that
was feasible it would be worth the risk. 

I had some natural advantages that would make the caper easier.
Firstly, the location of my home. It was remote and the nearest
neighbor was nearly 5 miles distant. Secondly, the property was large
nearly 8 acres in size. Clearly large enough that I could build a
suitable facility to house her for a long long time. Most others who
had attempted similar imprisonment's had grossly underestimated the
amount of space it takes to properly care for such a prisoner. I would
not make that mistake. Thirdly, I was wealthy enough and my business
was well enough established that I could take considerable time away
from it and it would not suffer the least. This facet was essential.
Fourthly, there was no connection between her and myself whatsoever
that could be traced. Most often the authorities look for some
connection between the perpetrator and the victim to solve the crime.
That is in part what makes serial killers so difficult to track. In
this case there would be none, save our interlude at the stoplight,
and perhaps some tire and footprint evidence near her lovers house. I
judged these to be insignificant.

There were few disadvantages that I could see. But one was
significant. They were planning on killing Mr. Potter. And it seemed
that they were planing it soon. I had to come up with a plan and
implement it quickly, ideally within a week. A near impossibility. A
second disadvantage was of course her nature. She was tall and very
strong willed. Breaking her would be challenging. But I reasoned that
this would make the conquest that much more sweet & satisfying. 

I decided that preparing a future home for her would be less of a
problem than actually capturing her. I spent a sleepless night
formulating, analyzing, and ultimately rejecting plans.  Then just
before dawn it hit me like a bolt of lightning. The plan that was so
good it must succeed. 

Planning & Execution


I began by making phone calls feverishly. And by cutting some checks.
Big ones for some excavating around the property, and its various
structures. There was a barn that I used to store my various vehicles.
The main farm house, a massive structure really. Turn of the century
home, with a shallow cellar with stone walls that extended up to form
the walls of the first of the three floors of the house. There were a
pair of mobile homes on the back portion of the property.  One of
which was passed its prime. The other one was the nicest a mobile home
can get.

Near the barn I had the excavators cut a huge pit in the ground 15
feet deep, 35 feet long and 20 feet wide. I explained that I was
putting in a pool. Adjacent to the farmhouse I had them carve a trench
that was 40 feet wide and over 100 feet long. The contractors
naturally assumed that I was building an addition to the farmhouse.
Which of course I was. 

The next day after they left I cut a doorway into the basement of the
farmhouse that opened into trench. The wall that I cut through was
slightly over a foot thick of solid stone. Extremely soundproof from
the basement of the house.

I leased a tow truck and dragged the decent mobile home into the
trench and used the dozer blade mounted on the front of the tow truck
and a small bobcat tractor to back fill over the mobile home.
Completely entombing it beneath the earth. From the house basement I
roughed in a door making it look like a closet. However, the back of
the closet opened up into the mobile home. Which I then setup to
renovating for its eventual guest. The renovation of the mobile home
took me 3 more days to arrange. 

Renting vehicles for surveillance was nothing new in my business. So
of course it did not raise any concerns. In addition to the tow truck
and the RV, I also rented a Mercedes just like hers, to experiment on.
Which I then promptly returned after my plan had been fully developed.
All this took 4 days. 

During the nights I learned her habits. She was quite a creature of
habit visiting her lover on each night that I watched her. I used a
different vehicle to surveil her on each night. She first stopped at
her fitness club. Ostensibly to workout, but in fact it was a brief
stop to change clothes, into something far sluttier. This night she
changed into a strapless black dress, that was being seriously
challenged by gravity & her breasts. It took her a solid half-hour to
change into her slutwear and another 45 minutes to reach his house.
Which she stayed at for an hour. Her fitness club was open 24 hours a
day and she used it again on her way back reversing her steps back
into the arms of her unsuspecting husband. 

On the weekend she did some clothes shopping and had lunch with a
friend of hers, who was likely living the life of a trophy wife. They
parted with a kiss, which was surprisingly passionate. I jotted down
the plate of the girlfriend. I would run it later. Who knows it might
prove to be interesting. 

I had decided to grab her this Monday before she got her chance to
fuck the boyfriend. She parked at the fitness club and rushed into the
building to change. I to began to rush. I figured that I had 30
minutes. But I wanted to be done in 20 minutes. In case she was horny
and wanted to hurry to her lover's arms.  Looking around no one
noticed me as a scooted under the car with a wrench and an oil catch
tray.  I had rehearsed the moved before and soon I had removed the
drain plug from her radiator and collected all the fluid. It took me
only 10 minutes, and I did not jostle the car enough to set of the
alarm. While I worked it pleased me to realize that she was preparing
herself for me instead of her lover this night.

I knew from my experiments that, she would soon be on the side of the
highway disabled and helpless. It began to rain and got distinctly
colder while she was changing. She must have been told this as she
came out of the club. She had not yet fixed her hair. But she was all
dressed up as usual. This time in a pink dress and matching heels that
hobbled her as she ran to the convertible, and began to struggle to
raise the roof back onto the car. She wore no hose on her legs;
whether she had underwear on I could not tell but then realized that I
would soon find out for first hand.

She hurriedly fixed her makeup, and finished her hair as her car
warmed up in the parking lot. She waited a few more minutes and moved
out back onto the highway.  I maneuvered out of the lot and followed
her, after I had given her a 5-minute head start. Sure enough, just as
I had planned I found her pulled over to the side of the road.  She
was sitting in her car, trapped by the breakdown and the driving rain.
I pulled the tow truck off to the side right in front of her car.
Snapped on the lights and slowly walked back to her car. 

Her power windows had been disable due to the vehicle overheating and
seizing up on her. She cracked the door open.

"Need help miss?" I offered.

"Yes I do! I don't know what it could be this is a very good car." I
studied the car up and down.  "I usually drive American myself."  She
gave me the kind of look that I expected.  "Pop the hood, I'll have a
look for you."

She did not respond, but I heard the hood pop.

I fooled around under the hood for a few minutes, while she preened
checking herself with the car mirror.  I coaxed her out of the car and
into the rain. To show her what I had found. "It's very simple really.
Your radiator has no fluid in it. See down there." I pointed. "There
is no drain plug there anymore. It must've shaken itself out."

"That's just great." She exclaimed while stamping about in the rain. "
I have an important meeting to get to tonight."

"Not in this car you don't" I interrupted.  Her voice was taking on a
distinctly whiney tone. "What am I supposed to do now?" She then gave
me her 'help poor me routine' that she undoubtedly used to get out of
countless tickets, and many free gifts from her husband. 

I rubbed my chin and thought for a moment. "Well I 'm on my way home.
I could tow you to my garage just down the road. And you could them
make arrangements from there." Her face brightened a little at the
suggestion. Then I hit her with the kicker. "You may be able to make
your meeting, still."

That did it. The prospect of making it to her fuck festival overcame
the usual doubts.  "Go ahead and wait in the truck while I hook up
your car." Before I had finished the sentence she had run off to the
cab of the truck. Leaving me in the rain to finish. 

I attached the chains from the truck to the front of her car and began
winching it up the slanted deck of the flatdeck pickup truck. Soon I
had he car secured to the truck. As I was chaining up the car I looked
into the truck cab. And thought to myself that I would soon be
repeating the chaining up on her.   After tightening up the chains
securing her car I jumped back into the cab to find her bending down
trying to clean off the mud from her shoes.  After I had settled in
she sat up. I found myself staring at her boobs. Her nipples had
become quite visible through the wet clinging fabric of her dress.
She covered herself with her hands. "Do you mind." She snapped. I
mumbled an apology. Then poured myself a coffee from the thermos I
kept there. I was just about to drink it. When she snapped. "Aren't
you going to offer me some." I mumbled yet another apology and handed
the shivering woman my cup, and the thermos. 

While she drank I put the truck into gear, and was about to move out
when I stared at her again. "Buckle your seat belt for safety." She
finished the coffee, handing it back to me and buckled up. The seat
belt clicked with a snap. This snap brought about a huge, ear to ear
grin from me. And I began to laugh softly as we moved back to the
highway.

She shot me a quizzical glance but did not ask what I thought was so
funny. Had she asked I'm sure that I would have been to overcome with
delight to answer her properly. That the whole episode of capturing
her was soooo easy. We had been driving for about 5 minutes. She took
in a deep breath cleared her throat and asked. "What is the name of
the garage that you are taking me to?" And continued reaching into her
purse. "I want to call my husband to pick me up." As she finished
mumbling out the sentence, she was retrieving her cell phone from her
purse. The phone was glowing in the cab of the truck, and flashing
indicating that she had already hit some sort of speed dialer feature
on her phone. 

Panicked I, stood on the brake pedal with all my strength. The tires
of the truck screamed nearly as loudly as she did. Capitalizing on her
confusion I slapped the phone from her hand. It bounced around the
floor of the truck. I quickly retrieved it and switched it off before
the person she was dialing picked up the line. Staring at her I
savored her confusion. It was a simple matter to pop the case off the
phone and remove the battery from the phone. The twenty-hour days I
had put in during the last week had likely caused my failure to
remember the cell phone. I tossed my near fatal mistake back to the
floor of the truck. Her lovely disbelieving green eyes followed the
phone to the floor. By the time she turned her face back o mine. I
noticed that her eyes had been dulled ever so slightly from the
Rohipnol that was in the coffee. Had she not had the phone, and
pressed the mater she would have been out cold by the time we reached
the farmhouse. 

The entire episode was so fabulously delightful I could easily acquire
all her movements. Her pink encased lips formed an O as she let out a
scream that I'm sure could be heard for miles. Her hands immediately
flew to the door handle. Frantically pulling on it. Vainly of course
as I had taken the precaution of disabling it days before. She was
bouncing around in the seat, her pleasant curves straining nearly as
hard as she was to escape. Some of her long, perfectly manicured nails
snapped off cleanly as she next tried the seatbelt. But alas, that to
was disabled by myself also, and remained locked tightly closed around
her body. 

I expected her to come to her senses when she realized that escape was
impossible. But she surprised me completely. Despite my surprise, her
attack on me was easy to deflect. I am a very big man. I shoved my
right forearm under her chin, and leaned into her with all my weight.
Her upper body was forced back to her side of the truck. Her screams
stopped abruptly. Replaced with gurgles. Her eyes closed tightly,
squeezing out tears, which flowed down her cheeks. Her attack ended as
her arms clutched at my forearm. Futilely trying to relieve the
pressure on her throat.  Her magnificent body forced back as it was
being pressed upon my own. Providing a tantalizing taste of the
delights that were in my future. Using my free left arm I took a
moment to explore my new captive. Her dress had ridden up during her
struggles. My hand traced down her body feeling the fineness of the
material. Then downward till I began encountering her skin. Then
downward still further, past her belly to the promise of her hair. Of
course I stopped just before reaching it. As she had managed to
realize the futility of her position. Her struggles eased eyes now
open. She managed to croak out past my crushing forearm a single work
that "Please" she begged. Very softly and full of hope. For pleading
was all she had left. Her pink lips trembled. I pressed my lips to
hers in a crushing kiss. My left hand meanwhile, I had balled up into
a fist, that I pressed home into her unprotected belly, twice, and
then a third time. No way to treat a lady, I know. My plan was not
quite perfect, this time. 

I pulled off her body back to my side. She doubled over retching into
her thighs. Her arms coiled tightly around her body. Grabbing her left
wrist I straightened out her arm. There was no fight left in her. All
that passed her lips was some grunting noises and some saliva as I
fastened 2 pairs of handcuff on her. Leaning down to her ankles I
secured them with some large quick ties. They made a confident zipping
sound as I fastened them around her knees also. This was a precaution
really, as we both knew that she was going nowhere. 

Soon the Rohipnol worked its making and doused her consciousness
completely. Her body swayed and bounced limply with the bumps in the
road, as we traveled. She continued to moan sweetly. I considered
gagging her as a further precaution. But quickly dismissed it. I was
enjoying the sounds she was making as I drove. Besides I figured I had
a good 12 hours before she was going to be any trouble. And by then I
expected to have her completely subdued, for good.


Her New Life Begins


I arrived at the farmhouse uneventfully, and drove the truck and her
car straight into the barn. Closing the doors behind us, I allowed
myself the first of many celebratory "touchdown dances", accompanied
with several whoops of excitement. Retrieving a knife I cut the seat
belt and fireman carried her to the house. Then down into the basement
and into the subterranean mobile home I had so carefully prepared for
her. I secured her in a corner of the bedroom section with a heavy
iron collar. 

I was jealous of the sleep she was trapped within, but quickly ran
back to the barn. I started up the truck and drove it across the yard.
Backing it up carefully to the future site of my "pool". The Mercedes
slid down into the pit with a loud crash that carried for miles in the
chill night air. Anyone that heard it would have thought it an
accident. I tossed the cell phone and the battery into the pit, and
set about using the dozer blade on the front of the pickup truck to
bury the car. What a waste, that hurt. It took me only a few hours to
backfill in the pit.   Soon I the next few days a landscaper would
arrive to reshape the area and plant some sod. My pool would be
changed into a concrete pad and a proper garage, for my cars. To be
fashioned by a separate contractor.   I collected her purse and her
high heels and went back to check on her. She was still out like a
light. I slapped her face a few times to be certain. She failed to
respond. I took the opportunity to shower and catch some shut-eye. I
fitted her with a bell, just like the pretty kitty that she is. I
slept soundly and well.

I awoke to find her exactly as I had left her, chained in a corner. I
watched her for a while then made some final preparations.  Soon she
awoke to her surroundings; a normal room with a large bed and a heavy
steel door in one wall. I watched her eyes follow the chain that led
from the collar around her neck to a recessed block buried in the
floor beneath a rail that ran off directly opposite the bed into the
wall where a heavy curtain lay against the wall leading into another
room. That way she could stand and walk from room to room. All the
while remaining securely chained.

She turned her face back to mine. I was sitting on the bed. Our eyes
met, and I tried my first command.  "On your feet, NOW" I shouted. She
was quick to comply, as quick as her unsure legs could raise her. She
was tall nearly 5'10". Her hands were clutching at her collar as
though she could remove it with her explorations. She was shaking with
fear. The moment was nearly as I imagined it. It was worthy of a
speech, which I had thoughtfully prepared.

"Listen Carefully" I began. "It must be clear by now that I have gone
to a great deal of preparation to own you. And that is what I do now.
I own you. I own you as completely as I own my own body, my own feet.
A book, my car, or this house." I paused to let my little speech sink
in. "Do you understand?" She mouthed the word 'yes' but it came out as
a whisper. She nodded her head to reinforce her whispered word. She
had retreated into the corner of the room pressing her body firmly
into the walls.  "Good" I responded. "Pickup your shoes and put them
on." She bent over demurely trying to hide her body from me as she did
so, placing her shoes back on her feet smoothly. She stood up again.
Before she had a chance to try and cover herself with her hands. I
instructed her to keep them at her sides. "Walk over to me, slowly."
She began, and I spoke further instructions. "You will not speak, or
move unless I grant permission. You will follow all orders, quickly
accurately, and with a smile on you face. Is that clear?" She nodded
her understanding, without speaking.

By this time she was close enough for me to reach out and grab, which
I did around her left thigh, pulling her close to me. She was
trembling in fear. I ran my face across her dress covering her flat
stomach. The warmth coming off her body was intense; I squeezed the
flesh of her leg. It was surprisingly soft and pliant. Her figure was
sumptuous, matching her texture. These first few touches were
wonderful, as was her reaction. She was standing rigid, desperately
trying to maintain her composure. I pushed her away; she traveled
about six feet.  "I see how well you are obeying, and that pleases me
greatly. The collar you are wearing, I hope someday to remove it.
However, while it is on I want you to notice this." I picked up a
small polished wooden box. It had a switch on top & a cable running
from it to the wall. I advanced the switch to the first position.  She
gave a small cry as she felt the electricity began to flow through the
collar and her body. I switched it off. Having got her attention I
continued. "You see you must always obey! Or you will feel intense
pain." I saw the understanding sink in and she nodded and sniffled
again.  "Dance for me." She looked back confused; I merely nodded and
gestured for her to begin. Her body began to sway back and forth to
some unheard music that was running through her head. She was eyeing
mere nervously while she swayed no doubt assessing me and my motives,
and intentions. "Take your clothes off." She of course hesitated
slightly before she bent her arms up behind her back, and unzipped the
dress. She shrugged the dress off her shoulders. Its downward fall was
stopped by her large breasts, which stretched the material tight
across her form. She stretched the material peeling it of her body,
like the second skin that it was. She wore no bra, not needing one.
Nor did she wear panties, a pleasant surprise. Her long legs stepped
free of the dress and she clutched it tightly to her body, as thought
it could offer some protection from me. The dance was completely
forgotten by now. "You can drop the dress now. After all, you won't be
wearing clothes much from now on, so you don't have to worry about
keeping them nice." I watched her hands release the dress one finger
at a time until there was only one finger holding it in front of her.
I was on the verge of ordering her to hurry up, but I managed to stop
myself. The longer she took the greater her torture would be, as well
as my pleasure. At last her dress fell crumpled around her heels,
which shifted back and forth nervously.  I got the first look at her
body. Long, long shapely legs, reaching her widely flared hips, which
then tapered back to a trim waist. An exaggerated hourglass figure,
topped off by a flawless face adorned with wide full lips and bright
expressive eyes surrounded by her lovely red curls. "I usually go fore
blondes. But with a body like yours, I'm prepared to make an
exception." She wisely did not respond. I held out my hand toward her.
"Come to me." She began her walk across the room to me her heels
clicking on the floor with each step. Her chain dragged behind her
scraping along like a wedding train. When she was close enough to my
out stretched hand I grabbed her, and pulled her the final distance
that separated us. "Kneel " I said while pulling down on her hand.
This placed her kneeling naked between my knees. 

I took the liberty of caressing her face. It wasn't much of a liberty
considering what I was going to be doing to her soon. I forced her
chin up and made her look at me. "I think its time I explained the
rules to you. Don't you?"  She closed her eyes to my gaze, her lips
parted. "Yes." "Hold your hands behind you in the small of your back.
"I don't need to tie you up do I?" She shook her head no.  I ran my
left hand through her thick hair. Suddenly, I grabbed a think handful
of it, pulled tightly tilting her head back. She gasped in surprise,
her mouth and eyes now wide open. 'Tell me your name." I hissed.
Moving my lips to within a few inches of her lips. She stammered her
replay. "S S St .. ... Stacey Potter."  I tightened my grip on her
hair. The slap I delivered was hard and brutal. "That was the wrong
answer. From now on your new name is Cunt." I let the name and the
slap take effect. "What's my name Cunt?" She thought for the briefest
of moments before responding. "I suppose you name is Master." That
earned her another slap. "Good guess Cunt, but my name is Darling.
Most of the time you will preface it with Yes Darling in response to a
question. For example, would you like to suck my cock, Cunt? Your
response would naturally be 'Yes Darling'" "On rare occasions you
would get to say No Darling. For example I might ask you do you want
to be set free? You would answer No Darling. Understand Cunt?" She
quickly responded "Yes Darling." eager to avoid further slaps. "That's
great Cunt, I knew we'd get along just great." 

I then went about groping her body with my free right hand. She
struggled to keep her hands clasped behind her back. "You have great
tits." She did not reply. "Are they real?" I asked. "No darling" was
her reply. I let my hand drift down across her belly and stroked and
petted her pubic hair, inching closer to her pussy. "But you are a
natural redhead, aren't you Cunt?" "Yes darling." I was very pleased
with her responses, and told her so. "You're doing quite well Cunt."
Her breathing eased somewhat, and I could tell that the longer she
kneeled before me she was gradually relaxing. I felt it was time she
began to learn the names of things. I cupped her left breast, and
asked. "What is this Cunt?" "It is my left breast Darling." I reared
up my right hand, gearing up for another vicious slap. "No NO... it is
one of your Breasts." Down came the slap. "It is one of your cunts
tits, DARLING, would have been the right answer." This finally was too
much and she began to sob uncontrollably, her entire body shaking. I
pinched her nipple hard. Changing her sobs to a high pitched squeal,
for the duration of the pinch. "I had believed that most Cunts who
have their tits done loose feeling in them. I guess in your case
that's not true is it Cunt?" "No it's not darling." I went back to
exploring her body with my hands. I made her name both her tits. Her
thighs, and belly. I caressed and penetrated her dry cunt and ass with
my fingers, making her name them all as I began to become familiar
with my new property. I explored her body at length till she regained
her composure. Her face was a mess with mascara running down her
cheeks, in long streaks. As part of my exploration I found that she
had a tattoo on her ankle that had gone unnoticed. A tiny Rosebud
partially opened. I stood before her. My erection encased behind my
pants brushed against her face. "My pants, take them off." She
complied reaching up with trembling hands and awkwardly undid my
pants. My dick flopped out, hard and heavy, brushing her face as it
fell. Her face was turned away in profile as her hands worked quickly
moving my pants down to my ankles. I stepped free of them and kicked
them aside. I took her head in my hands and forcibly turned her head
back to face the obscene form of my dick. "Open your mouth." I could
practically hear her jaw creak with effort as she struggled to comply.
"Wider Cunt" I chided. Finally her mouth was wide open before me.
"Stick out your tongue." Her long pink tongue poked out of her mouth.
I grabbed her head from behind with my left hand, and took my penis in
my right hand. I used it like a paintbrush, smearing my precum across
the tip of her tongue. I let go of her sitting down on the bed again.
She sat back on her heels, her tongue recoiling back into her mouth.
Her face briefly twisted into a sick expression, then she quickly
recovered. "Tell me how that tastes Cunt." "It tasted just fine
Darling." Her answer was formulated to neither please nor disappoint,
too much. "I hope you like it Cunt. It's the taste that is keeping you
alive." 

This had been the first time that I had verbally threatened her life.
I had hoped it would have the desired effect. It did seem to get her
attention, she sat up straighter and was paying close attention to my
words now. "I think its about time I fucked you. Don't you think so
Cunt?" Again her eyes closed as she struggled to croak out the words.
"Whatever you want Darling." I began to caress her hair, and took hold
of her head as I had done earlier. "Well then where should I fuck you
first? In your mouth, your cunt, or your ass?" 

She was weighting the possibilities, as my patience was beginning to
grow thin. "In my mouth darling." I slapped her hard enough to spin
her head this time. "Wrong answer Cunt. Try again." She failed to
hesitate at all this time. "Please Darling. Fuck me in my Cunt." sadly
this too was the wrong answer, and I answered her pleas with another
vicious slap. "Surely you can come up with the proper answer this
time." Clearly, this was her least palatable option, the one that she
had saved for last. "Please ...Darling Please, fuck mm mme in the
ass." Her last answer had to be right. But it wasn't and I had to slap
her, to remain consistent. "You really are a stupid Cunt. Would you
like me to tell you the proper answer." She nodded quickly..."Yes
please Darling...what do you want me to say?"

I sighed with pantomime disappointment. "The proper answer is that you
want me to fuck you in any hole, and at any time, and in any place for
as long as I want to. Do you think you can handle that." I screamed at
her. "Yes darling." She then replied that yes she wanted me to fuck
her in any hole at any time, and in any place for as long as I wanted
to. Just as I had instructed.

She was near to being defeated now. I grabbed her chain and pulled her
makeup stained face close to mine, and began to kiss her deeply,
fearlessly, completely exploring her mouth with my tongue. Driving
this first part of myself into her body, stealing this first piece of
the remaining sanctuary, of her bodily integrity from her. She was
moaning loudly into my mouth. Her moans were those of defeat,
certainly not arousal. These moans were in fact bordering on screams.
They were the recognition of the truth in all that I had been telling
her. That I did in fact own her. That I could own her. That I was
going to fuck her in any hole, at any time, and in any location for as
long as I wanted. I had taken all that she had. I had taken her
freedom from her. I had taken her clothes from her. I had taken her
identity from her, by renaming her to Cunt. And finally, I was about
to take her body completely, in what were sure to be gross and
perverted ways. 

I finally broke the kiss, if you could call it a kiss. "Look at my
dick Cunt." She looked down at my crotch, clearly with reluctance.
"Can you see how much I want you?" She responded with a nod as well as
verbally. "I can darling." Her face was a streaky mess of tears,
makeup, and snot. "You're a mess Cunt." I was holding her chain close
to her collar. Quickly I stood and began dragging her to the curtain
that was covering the wall opposite the bed. "Let's go and clean you
up." I proceeded to drag her through this partition into the next
room. I did not stop in this room however, and quickly proceeded
across the room to another curtain and dragged her through it into a
third room. The steel block trailed behind her beneath the rails
rattling along on its steel wheels. This arrangement would allow her
independent movement between these three rooms. An important point of
the plan. 

This room was a small one. Perhaps only 6 feet wide by 15 feet wide.
The entire room was tiled, from floor to ceiling. One side had a large
built in bathtub, big enough for two with an integrated shower. The
other side had a very Spartan and utilitarian toilet. I pushed her
toward the shower. "Get yourself cleaned up Cunt. You have ten
minutes, at this station." She stumbled toward the stall taking her
heels off just before stepping in the tub/shower stall. She began to
run the water over herself, soon to be followed by her hands. Looking
for the soap she finally found it hanging by a cord from a hook. It
was a lifelike recreation of a penis. Slightly larger than reality, of
course. It was very large in her hands. "Make sure you use that to
clean yourself out thoroughly Cunt. I don't want to get anyone else's
residue on my dick when I fuck you. Understand?" Once again she nodded
and replied "Yes Darling." She turned her large curvaceous backside
toward me and began to use the soap to cleanse herself for me. This
was great. I sat down on the toilet to get as comfy as possible. "Turn
around and face me." She did slowly, and I could see her manipulating
the soap dildo within her. "Don't forget your asshole, I want you to
be clean there too." She removed the soap from her front. It was only
in her a couple of inches. She moved it backward to her ass, and began
to slowly drive it into herself. I could see the pain, and shame flush
across her face. She was obviously humiliated, at being forced to
perform for me. Earlier the dancing had been hard for her but this
display was overwhelming for her.

I marched across the room toward her. As I did her own fear forced the
soap out of her ass with an audible pop. "That's good enough." I
reached in and turned off the water, handing her a large bath towel
that she used to quickly dry herself off. I grabbed her by the hand
after she had finished drying herself. She stepped over the pink heels
that lay forgotten on the tiled floor and led her into the middle room
through the curtain. Her chain trailed behind her, following us into
this room. 

The room was a transvestites dream room. Its decor reeked of
femininity, and was an insult to any self-respecting independent
woman. Which she was clearly not, and would never be again. The room
housed a shelving unit that had a collection of boxes nestled neatly
along the shelves. They were all numbered. Near this there was a large
well-equipped makeup table with matching stool. The stool was bolted
down to the floor. On the table was al the makeup she would ever need.
Lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, even some face powder. There were false
fingernails and eyelashes as well. There was a curling iron and a blow
dryer, for her hair. Seemingly, he had thought of everything that she
would need to doll herself up for him. He directed her to sit down at
the table. The action of her sitting on the stool activated the lights
that bordered the large mirror hanging on the wall before her. "This
Cunt, is of course the second station." As he spoke she examined the
items on the table closer. There were no tweezers or scissors, no
eyelash curlers or any other metal objects that could be fashioned
into a weapon that she could use on him or herself. "Are you paying
attention to me Cunt?" My outburst brought her attention back to my
face. "Yes darling I am." "Good. There is a picture in the drawer.
Take it out and begin to make yourself up to match her makeup. I will
give you 20 minutes to complete this station. Over all it will take
you no more than thirty minutes to complete both station one and
station 2." While I spoke she was examining the picture and was.
Applying the make-up to match my instructions. "Don't forget your
nails either Cunt. Put on the fake ones till yours grow back. The fake
ones somehow suit you." She ignored this latest insult. It was minor
compared to the psychological insults he had already heaped upon her.

I watched her for a further 5 minutes, as she applied the liquid
make-up to her lips. Then began to cover the fire engine red lipstick
with lip-gloss, that would seal in the color and preserve the lipstick
under a perpetually wet shiny coat. I have always enjoyed watching a
woman transform her appearance with the application of a thick whorish
coat of make-up. The transformation is always amazing to me. Even the
most homely of woman is greatly improved. Watching her use the brush
to apply the lip-gloss moved me to speak. "Do you know the origin of
lipstick Cunt?" "No Darling I don't. Will you tell me?" He answer was
perfectly formed. I moved closer to her. Nuzzling her ear as I
whispered. "Ancient Egyptian whores used to apply lipstick to
advertise their expertise in cock sucking." She briefly stopped
applying the lip-gloss as I forced her eyes to meet mine again.
"Cleopatra caused a scandal when she adopted the practice of applying
lipstick to her own lips. Obviously, she thought herself a great
cocksucker." She was trying to concentrate on applying the gloss, and
was nearly finished. When I asked. "Are you a good cocksucker Cunt?"
The loaded question hung in the air as she searched her mind for an
appropriate answer. She finally answered with. "I will be whatever you
want me to be Darling." To me this as a very suitable answer. However,
its suitability denied me the possibility of adding to the necessity
of rouge on her well-slapped face. Relief swept over her now whorish
face. "You have about 15 minutes left Cunt. Finish you hair like
hers." I pointed toward the picture. "Your nails must be long and
match you lips. When you are finished with the make-up I want you to
wear what you will find in the box labeled W1." Again I pointed to the
appropriate box, which was on the bottom shelf. I heard the now
familiar. "Yes Darling." "I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom." I
bent squeezed the ass that I would soon have, as I left the room. As I
left the room to get conformable myself I remembered something. "Oh. I
almost forgot. There is a bottle of baby oil in the other drawer. Make
sure you apply enough to your cunt and asshole. I don't want to hurt
you Cunt." I smiled and left the room, not waiting around for the
inevitable 'Yes Darling' pleased as I saw the irony of the statement
register with her psyche.

Seconds later I found myself back in the bedroom. I finished removing
the remainder of my clothes and waited on the bed for her to enter. I
could not remove the smile from my face as I though about what I had
accomplished. I had my own fuck doll captive and preparing herself for
her own debasement, without my supervision. It was all too perfect. I
simply had a difficult time believing my own good fortune. I could
hear the hair dryer whirring away now. I glanced at my watch. Jesus I
still had 10 minutes to kill. These would be the longest tem minutes
of all. Soon I heard the blow dryer switch off. The next sound was the
W1 box sliding of the shelf. I heard her yield a short cry of despair
as she first saw the contents of the box. I laughed out loud. "Hurry
up Cunt, you're running out of time."

Time passed slowly but it did pass. Soon I heard her bell tinkle, and
her new shoes click on the floor as she approached the curtain, and
then breached it. She stood before me a vision in her lingerie. For
our initial time together I had chosen an outfit in white. Quite
appropriate really as this would be a new experience for her. At least
I hoped it would be a new experience for her. You never know the world
is full of a lot of very sick people, and some other bastard may have
already raped her already. Surely, not like this though. I was an
artist in comparison to any other mere street thug. 

I held up my hand to stop her advance, while I drank her beauty in.
The white heels she wore this time were a couple of inches higher that
the pink ones she came to me in. Her shapely legs were covered in the
sheerest, most delicate white stockings, with seams of course. They
seemed to travel up her tanned legs forever. The color contrast was
striking, between her tanned flesh and the whiteness of the stockings.
Holding them up was a delicate lacey garterbelt, originally from Paris
of course. Only the finest or my cunt. It is amazing what you can
order over the Internet, and how fast it can arrive as well. I
continued my survey of her upwards passed her widely flaring hips
across her slightly pouting belly to the bra that was cradling her
breasts. Well part of her breasts anyway, it really wasn't much more
than an underwire really, with maybe an inch of material to cover her
breasts. Combined with her hair and makeup she was the epitome of an
adolescents dream woman. A pinup centerfold caricature woman. The
anti-thesis of what every modern woman has been working on eradicating
since the fabulous 50's. She was perfect, ideal in fact. Except that I
usually go for blondes. The cheap jewelry I had instructed her to
adorn herself with was the icing on the cake. She was wearing large
dangling hoop earrings, many rings on her fingers, a waste chain, and
an ankle chain.

I motioned for her to come to me on the bed. I felt the bed shift as
she perched herself tightly on the edge of the bed. Keeping as much
distance between us as possible. Again I grabbed her hand and pulled
her down beside me on the bed. Her whole body was rigid, petrified. I
retrieved a key from the nightstand showed it to her and removed the
collar from her. She rubbed her neck grateful to be free from its
weight. I threw it clanging to the floor. Her gratitude was short
lived however; her left ankle was the next target for a matching iron
cuff, which I snapped on securely. Visually this was preferable and
would not impede her movements while on the bed. I had visions of a
very acrobatic fuck festival. 

Placing her hand on my erection I began exploring her crotch with my
hands. She had applied some baby oil, not a lot however which I found
surprising. Her hand on my dick was completely inactive. Her touch was
the minimum needed to maintain contact. This minimalist pressure was
driving me wild. I forced her legs apart and clambered between them,
there was a surprising amount of resistance. The closer I got to her
precious gold plated snatch the more the reality of the situation
crashed down upon her. Her considerable conscious effort was loosing
to her natural self-preservation instincts. My hopping between her
legs broke contact with her hand. I replaced her hand on my dick, and
leaned it closer to my goal. "Hold it tightly Cunt!" my voice hissed
at her. Her fingers curled around my shaft and I leaned closer to her.
My face now inches from hers. Her head was turned to the side. Her
eyes and mouth clamped shut, distorting her face into an ugly mask of
shame and humiliation. "Feed my cock into you pussy Cunt." Tears began
to squeeze past her eyelids. I turned her face back to face mine, and
leaned closer into her till I could feel the end of my cock begin to
penetrate her. This drove me wild; I let my own body weight drive me
into her. I was watching her face closely. It erupted into a scream
that did not catch me by surprise, except in its ferocity. The baby
oil eased my entrance slightly, though not much. Her powerful muscles
had clamped herself tight. I let my lips destroy her careful lipstick
as I smothered her screams with my own mouth. I sucked in her breath
and smashed my cock further into her center. The chains capturing her
left ankle was rattling loudly as her legs and hips were thrashing
about wildly. We were at last together. Myself fueled by animalistic
lust, and pure desire, and she was in a similar primordial state. That
of self-preservation from my attack. Her nails instinctively came at
me to rake me with her nails. I grabbed them and pinned them down
beside her head. As I continued raping her she settled somewhat. Not
from any easing of tension or revulsion of my body. But simply because
her energy level was waning. I rode her movements intent on wearing
her down. Soon her movements stopped, and I began mine. She was wide
open and helpless to the assault. My long cock pistoned in and out of
her completely plumbing her depths. My thrusts were hard and forceful.
On some of the harder thrusts I could feel a tiny pin prick sticking
me on the very head of my dick. The realization of what it was hit me
immediately, and delighted me at the same time. She was wearing an IUD
to prevent pregnancy. That would mean that I could keep her and
continue to use her all but indefinitely. That was until she began to
bore me anyway, or until her physical appearance deteriorated till she
was no longer desirable. I had broken the kiss now to look at her. Her
makeup was destroyed again. Destroyed by me, by my actions. By my rape
of her. She was gasping for her breath beneath my weight. I was in
heaven. The prospects of months of raping her and the smell of her the
sounds of defeat. The feel of her skin and the lace. The difference of
her ultra-femininity. Forced as it was upon her by myself, compared to
my own masculinity. Was too much for me. A few more quick jab into her
and I was gone. I pressed into her as deeply as I could, once again
feeling the tiny removal strings of her IUD into the end of my
throbbing cock. I filled her with my cum. I fell upon her exhausted,
and immensely satisfied. 

I was completely relaxed and spent, and lay panting on her,
perspiration dripping off of me, and dripping onto her. I rolled off
her stood and walked around the room a bit. Fearful I would drift of
to sleep in my satisfaction. She too had rolled over and curled up
into a fetal ball, exposing her backside. 

I approached her again forcing her onto her back once again. Staring
into her face and eyes. "Tell me how much you enjoyed that Cunt." "It
was great." "Really, you didn't seem to like it much. Are you sure you
liked it?" "Yes really I did, I promise." "Great! Next time your going
to act like you like it. Won't you?" She nodded fearfully, uncertain
how she was going to force herself to appear to enjoy it. "Yes
darling." "Your makeup is a mess cunt." "I know." She thought a bit,
looking down at her feet, still clad in her stocking and heels. "If
you'll unchain me, I'll go and fix myself up for you and make myself
pretty for you again." I looked down at her. "That's ok. I think I can
help you right here." I got up on my knees, near her face. Using my
finger, I recovered some of the goo that was still sticking to by
cock. I moved it near her lips and began tracing it on her lips.
Painting a coat of my cum on her lips. "There. Now your lips are all
glossed up again." "Thank you darling." "You're welcome Cunt."

I got up removed her ankle-cuff, replacing her neck collar. "You have
a half-hour to reverse your steps. Put the clothes back into the W1
box. Drop the jewelry back into the jewelry box. Shower yourself and
wait for me in the shower if you get done before I meet you."

While she did all that, I dressed and went to the kitchen to prepare
dinner for myself. I decided she would not eat today, and that she
could loose about 5 pounds, just enough to tone her up a little. I
didn't want to have her loose a lot of weight. I like women who have a
hint of flesh on them. Five pounds would be enough for her. 

I went back to find her sitting on the toilet. Completely naked.  On
the final wall of the bathroom section there was a small steel door.
Down low near the floor. It was about 2 feet square. I bent down and
operated the heavy bolt opening the door. Revealing a small corridor
the length of body about six feet. I pointed toward the hole and
ordered her into it.

She peered into the darkness, then crawled into the hole. Inside she
found some bedding and a bedpan made of plastic. There was nothing
else. I closed the door bolting it shut. There was a small gap to
allow her collar chain to pass through in one corner. I closed the
bolt, securing her in. As I walked out I flipped 2 switches. The first
electrifying the small door to her cage. The other switch turning out
the lights in the bathroom section, Station 1. Then I turned out the
light in the Station 2, the makeup room. Leaving her completely in the
dark. Alone caged and naked.

Back in the house I collected my dinner, and brought it with me into
the study. I turned the monitors on. There were three cameras pointed
at the empty bed. Two in Station 1, the shower room. Three in station
2, the makeup room. One behind the mirror on the dressing table, so I
could get some great facial close-ups of my Cunt applying her makeup.
All these were currently useless in the complete darkness that the
rooms were in. The camera I was interested in was in her cell. It too
was useless in the dark. But I was about to provide it with a light
source. I selected a long piece from the video library I had. An
eight-hour compilation tape, that I had made just for this occasion.
Placing the tape in the player I powered on the microphone. I began to
whisper. "Lay on your back Cunt." She snapped to attention, rolling
onto her back. Her eyes were wide and searching in the darkness. The
tape began to roll. I watched the tape play back in the expressions of
her face. The title of the tape rolled by. 'How to be a great
cocksucker.' I saw the despair and anguish enter her face. "Remember
to pay attention cunt, there may be a test after the movie." As the
tears flowed down her cheeks I could faintly hear her reply over the
slurping sounds coming from the actress on the tape. "Yes Darling." 

I had my own tapes to watch. I started with the mirror camera.
Watching her apply her makeup. It was glorious to be able to replay
her initial breaking in rape. To hear her screams echoing again and
again. I saw her hands fly up in an instinctive attack on me as I
began the rape. Of course she would need to be disciplined for this
breach. I closed my eyes, relaxed and began to think of possible ways
that she would be best punished. Oh the possibilities 







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