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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.





Part 2





Keeping regular hours was becoming increasingly irrelevant to me.
Certainly day and night had no meaning to my lucious captive. The
investigative service I owned was self-running. I had recruited good
people to run my business. They needed very little input from me. Thus
when I woke it was a pleasant coincidence to notice that I had risen
with the dawn. Thinking of her gave me an instant erection. Thinking
of using her throughout the day made it throb in anticipation.  I
quickly checked on her through the monitor. She was of course still
entombed in her cell. Hers eyes were glassy and fixed on the screen
displaying the cocksucking lessons. I didn't expect her to learn much
from the tape. Perhaps a nugget or two of information would be gleaned
from the tape. With her looks I expect she has sucked of more guys in
her lifetime than a whole brothel full of hookers. Perhaps her
situation was just the reverse, using her looks to provide her suitors
with only the barest sexual activity. Soon I would have the answer.
Soon I would have her lips pressed tightly around the root of my cock.
Then I would be able to determine her skill level accurately. The 'How
to be a great cocksucker tape' was merely a humiliating way to keep
her awake and deny her sleep while I rested. It certainly seemed to
have worked. Her eyes were sunken and hollow, from being forced to
watch a non-stop felatio show. I had decided to starve her and deny
her sleep for a few critical days initially to soften her up. I was
not even prepared to offer her any water. If she wanted water she
could get it from two sources. She could drink while she showered, or
there was always the toilet. I remembered reading somewhere that this
was how cults weakened resistance in their new members.

I prepared a light breakfast. While I did I turned on the local
morning news. The lead piece was on local millionaire Richard Potter.
He had been rushed to the hospital in full arrest. He was in a deep
coma now. They were uncertain whether he was going to revive of not.
Members of his personal staff had discovered his near lifeless body
and rushed him to the hospital. They showed a few pictures of his
lovely wife, the former Mrs. Stacey Potter. Now know only to me as
Cunt. There was a brief bit of biographical information on her. Turns
out she was an Army brat never staying in one place for more than a
few brief years. Both her parents were dead. She had a sister who they
briefly interview. Mrs. Stacey Potter had not attended her husband's
hospital. Her whereabouts was proving to be more newsworthy than her
husbands fight for life. I switched off the TV. It appeared that I was
too late in my plan. At least I was too late to help poor Mr. Potter.
It was clear to me that she had either tried to fuck him to death, or
maybe she merely teased him to death over the weekend. Seemingly I was
too late to save a life. I could now merely provide vengeance for a
foolish old man. He was foolish because he had not realized his wife
true nature. Concealed beneath her bouncy, frivolous exterior lay a
murderess. I had prepared a copy of the intercepted phone conversation
between Cunt and her lover. The conversation I had intercepted only a
week ago that precipitated all my actions to this date. I resolved to
have it delivered into the hands of the police. With Mr. Potter dying
in hospital, Mrs. Potter missing, I was confident that the police
would be able to identify her lover. Perhaps even prosecute him.
Ideally they would assume that she had become scared, and decided that
a life on the run was her only way out. They would search for her for
a few months, maybe as long as a year. Never to find her. Occasionally
her story would appear on the tawdry TV tabloid shows. Destined to
fade again into obscurity. All the while I would be using her body
relentlessly, heaping humiliation upon humiliation upon her. 

Taking her that first night had been an essential first step. Had I
not fucked her that first night she may have interpreted my hesitance
as weakness. That misinterpretation would now be impossible for her to
make. 

I had a long day of abuse scheduled for her today. I dressed the part
this day. I would be mostly naked around her and decided to dress in
sweat pants and a muscle shirt. They would be quick to remove. I too
would have little use for clothing from now on.   I walked into the
chambers just as the tape was finishing, flipping on the lights in
each room as I went. She could hear this and was aware of my presence.
The current to the iron door to her cell was deactivated. I slid the
heavy bolt clear and swung the door open, just as the lesson was
ending. "You have thirty minutes to prepare yourself cunt, don't be
late." I left her without even looking at her and before she had a
chance to answer. By the time I had reached the Second Station I could
hear the water running. I left for her the makeup and wardrobe
instructions I wanted her to follow. I busied myself with some further
preparations in the bedroom chamber.

I had dreamt of creating a situation where I could walk into a room
any time day or night and find waiting for me a desirable pliant
woman. In short an obedient cock crazy whore. I had very nearly
achieved that and I was confident that with a few refinements I could
produce that situation. I needed to streamline and automate her
preparation process. Ideally I would be able to speak to her from the
study and start her on her journey of preparation to the bedroom
chamber. The lack of time was the issue I had only had a week to
prepare all that I had. The wiring I had done was crude, and I had
made plans to improve them over the next day or two. I had some ideas
on how to automate her preparations and would implement these at the
same time.

Time was running out on her. I told her this and I could tell that she
was trying her best to remain on schedule. Just like at a football
game I gave her the two-minute warning. Time moved on relentlessly.
She was down to a single minute and there was still no sight of her. I
placed my hand on the wooden switch box. "Times up cunt!" I called
out. As I finished the sentence. I moved the switch to the first
position for 10 seconds. During this time I could hear her screams,
and hear her thrashing about. The current was very minor not nearly
enough to kill her, or even damage her physically for that matter.
Obviously her psyche was being decimated by what I was doing to her.
An eye for an eye. Nobody said that it had to be done to her quickly.
The currents effect was magnified because of the size and location of
the iron collar around her neck. It was highly conductive. By now she
was a whole minute late. I announced this as I gave her another
10-second shot. This time I heard her fall off the makeup tables stool
as her convulsions forced her to the floor. When the current ended I
could hear her rustling with the clothing items. Two minutes and still
no sign of her. "You're two minutes late cunt." I gave her another
blast, this time advancing the current to the second position. Again,
I heard as she was knocked to the floor by the current. I was watching
the clock closely now my finger poised on the blip button. My finger
twitched to press the button a third time when I heard her stand and
run as best as she could run, hobbled as she was in her heels, to the
heavy curtain that separated us. She rushed into the room, panting and
breathless. "I'm ready for you darling." Her bare chest heaved as she
slowly regained control over her breathing. Her need for oxygen was so
great yet she struggled to breathe through her nose rather than her
mouth. 

I had chosen this time to encase her hourglass figure in black. After
all, she was no longer a virgin to me, so she was not deserving of
white anymore. I had decided to force her waist into a new confined
shape this time. Her breasts were completely bared this time. A waist
cincher was laced tightly on her, hugging her midriff tightly, further
exaggerating her ample charms. It was this complicated article that I
had calculated might push her over the allotted 30 minutes that I had
specified she be ready in. It did and it gave me the chance to prod
her along. She wore no garterbelt this time. The stockings on her legs
were designed to stay up by themselves. The elastic section at the top
of her stockings pressed tightly on her thighs, forming slight mounds
from her delicious flesh. The same cheap jewelry again adorned her,
along with the same makeup, which was heavily applied and garish. Her
lips and nails were of course, fire engine red. No matter what
instructions I left for her she would learn that red was the only
color that I would ever allow on her lips and nails. Her hair had been
collected and gathered up with some pins I had left for her. Her long
graceful neck was exposed to me this way. The only thing that marred
the scene was the omnipresent iron collar. Her collar. I motioned for
her to turn around a few times that I may further inspect her body.
The cincher had done its job splendidly, forcing her ass to jut out.
Providing me a tempting target for my attentions. When her back was
facing me I uttered another command. "Join me on the bed." I patted
where I wanted her to sit. Again she perched taughtly on the bed. This
time through I could see her forcing her body to be more compliant,
and relaxed. I pulled her body down beside me. I turned over on my
side and began to explore her body with my hands. "For fake tits they
sure feel real." "Thank you darling." I continued my explorations. 

I removed her collar and tossed it to the wooden floor. I did not
replace it with any fettering. All she had to do to regain her freedom
was overpower me. Then break through three locked doors. She of course
only knew about one door, but it was secured with a combination lock.
If she did manage to overpower me she would need to get through this
door, somehow. She was not much of a threat to escape. She could
however try to kill me. But if she did that she too would die. Soon
the futility of her situation would make her suicidal. I remember one
celebrated case where a captive woman refused to cooperate with her
abductors and choose death instead. In my plan I would not have killed
her. I would be reserving something much worse that being forced to
satisfy my lusts upon her. I would convince her that being my sex
slave was not a fate worse than one I could conjure up, which was just
this side of death. These thoughts rattled around in my head as I
fondled her from her neck to her knees. Enjoying the varied textures
of her body. I delighted in teasing her, watching her struggle to keep
herself available to my roaming hands. I moved my hand between her
legs. Briefly she tried to press her legs together. I did not retreat
my hand. A disparaging glance was all it took to get her to open up
her legs enough to give me some access. I moved my hands back and
forth on her thighs until her legs were spread wide enough for my
touch. She shifted nervously as I began my exploration but she did
manage to keep her legs spread wide for me. I found her dry and tight.
She winced and sucked in a sharp breath as I began to probe inward
with the single finger I managed to penetrate her with. It was obvious
that she had not used the baby oil on herself. Poor dear, perhaps she
had run out of time. "You're not very excited are you cunt?" "I just
take awhile to get started darling. That's all." She cooed and smiled
sweetly back at me. I slowly trailed my finger from her snatch upward
slowly tracing it along her body toward my destination. Her mouth. Her
face twisted into a slight sneer, as I forced her to lick and suck on
my finger. Her disgust at her own taste revealed that she was not a
lesbian. After I had swirled my finger around in her mouth for a
minute or so I moved it down to vagina again and penetrated her. I
repeated the cycle again and again. Until I had managed to open, relax
and expand her using her own saliva. Toward the end I was masturbating
her with three fingers. Jamming inward and twisting, ensuring that she
was open and well lubricated. I was grinding my erection against her
silk covered legs. I began to lick and suckle at her breasts. They
failed to respond. I bit into one hard. Her hands came up to my head
in reflex to my head. She began to run her fingers through my hair.
Quickly, I rolled on top of her. Hunching up my back I replaced my
fingers with myself. Entering her she let her hands tighten within my
hair. I felt her nails scratching my scalp. A groan escaped past her
lips. I recognized it. It was not a groan of lust, she was not acting
yet. It was a groan of defeat. "Rake your nails down my back." Her
hands moved, fluttered really down and began to lightly scratch my
back up and down my back's length. I loved this treatment and arched
my back deeply into her. I drove myself into her again and again. This
was clearly not making love. It was much better than mere lovemaking.
I could concentrate entirely on my pleasure. I need not even think of
her enjoyment of it. In fact when I did think of her it was when one
of my thrusts wrenched another groan from deep within her. Or when in
my thrusting caused one of her oversized tits to flap around and hit
me, as I chased them with my hungry mouth. I groaned out more
instructions. "Pick your legs up and wrap them around my waist Cunt."
Slowly she raised her legs up into the position I specified. The angle
of her pelvis changed allowing me greater access to her. More sounds,
and still more humiliations passed by the ruby red lips. I slammed
myself deep into her. She moved upwards on the bed an inch or so.
Maybe I should have chained her ankles down. I forced her arms down
holding them beside her head. Grabbing thick handfuls of her hair I
kept driving into her. Each penetration forced her to move up. This
caused her head to tilt back, re-exposing her throat. Her mouth
opened, her jaw hung slack. A constant stream of grunts and other
primal sounds were now being forced from her. I drove into her and
stopped. I was buried balls deep in her cunt. Even though I was
stopped in her I pressed forward trying to get further inside her.
Trying to crawl my whole being up inside of her. I had now curved her
back up, some of her hair was loosening from her scalp. I could feel
it slipping from her head. She was not screaming, her breath was too
crippled top enable any screams. "Clamp your cunt down on me bitch.
Use your cunt to squeeze me out." He muscles strained in response.
This order of mine, would no doubt have been very agreeable to her.
Were it within her power, which it was of course clearly not. I began
to move again. Her grip relaxed, her pelvic muscles were not
developed. "Clamp, again cunt." She did her best. "Squeeze me harder
with you legs." Again she complied. What else could she do? I was
buried in her, smothered by her femininity. My face was nestled in her
breasts. Her legs wrapped in slippery silk stocking, she brushed her
heels on my backside. Her clasping pussy, the smell of her sweat and
fear. The texture of her hair in my hands. Her taste, salty from
sweat. The smell of hairspray, and her whorish makeup. It was too much
for me, I emptied myself into her. She got to me sooner than I wanted.
My grip on her relaxed, as did her grip on my waist, and I allowed
myself to stretch out on top of her body completely. I was still
buried deep within her. I intended to try and stay in her as deep and
as long as possible, letting myself soften and eventually fall from
her. This did not happen as I retained my erection. I began thrusting
again. I only continued for a few minutes however. Instead I withdrew,
still exited. Possessing her was incredibly exciting. I wonder how
long she would remain so provocative. I crouched kneeling between he
splayed legs. She lay before me her crafted sculpted beauty ravaged.
This was the only word for what I had done. I had taken her. The
effort I had made her expend to enhance her desirability had been torn
to pieces. Her body was a canvas that I had created a whore upon, and
had then torn to pieces. I began examining her. The pins from her hair
had nearly all fallen. Her face was stilled flushed. Streaks of
lipstick were smeared clear across one cheek. Her breasts had fresh
bruises, and other maul marks applied to both of them. They were
heaving from her exertions. The waist cincher made it hard for her to
breathe, allowing only shallow breaths. Her stockings were full of
runs. I traced my fingers up and down these new lines in her hose,
startling her from her recuperative state. She looked down at me. She
caught sight of my erection and realized that there would be more.
Sooner than she had though. I pressed my hand back inside of her. She
had been opened widely by the pummeling, and there was no resistance
to my entry.  This thought delighted me 'no resistance' It was barely
a week ago that she was sneering at me. I removed my fingers. They
were sticky. "Open your mouth." She did part her lips, slightly. It
was enough. I jammed them in. Forcing her to lick my fingers clean of
my cum, and her trace juices. I repeated this process many times till
I had fed her all my cum. "Lip smackin' good. Right cunt?" The
expected response of "Yes darling." came on cue. Tears were welling up
in her eyes, put there by me, by my cruelty. I had barely begun. The
day was young, and full of promise.

I got up from the bed, my erection bobbing obscenely before me. I
handed her her collar back. She refastened it without having to be
told. "Go and paint your face on again. Brush your hair out but leave
it wavy." She swung her legs by me moving quickly. Her noisy chain
trailed behind her. I slapped her ass hard as she passed by. "Get some
fresh stockings on too. You have 10 minutes." I watched her till she
disappeared behind the curtain.  Ten minutes would be more than enough
time for me to get ready for round two. 

First I set up some spotlights by the side of the bed. Against the
wall I placed the tripod with the video camera on it angled down
slightly. I connected the cables to a VCR and popped in an 8-hour
tape. Projecting from the camera mounted between the camera and the
tripod was a graphite rod 5 feet long that I had taken from a fishing
rod. It ended about 4 feet off the ground. 

She entered the room as I was making final preparations. She was
lovely again. I pointed to were the rod ended. "Kneel there." She did,
but she was too far from the end of the rod. Angered I booted her ass
inching her as close as I wanted. The rough-hewn splinter covered
floor had already destroyed these new stockings. I loosened the pivot
on the camera mount till the tip of the rod was poised just above her
mouth. I took 2 pairs of handcuffs from a night table drawer. Using
the first pair I roughly cuffed her wrists together behind her back.
Using the other pair I chained the first pair to her iron collar. Her
ass looked so spankable in this state. I switched on the camera. From
the drawer I got one final object. A lifelike recreation of my own
penis. I held it up to my own for her to see that they were the same
size. Even the vein structure matched. "Now we shall see if you
learned anything at the movies cunt." Quickly I pressed the dildo onto
the end of the rod. I bounced and bobbed before her. I began
explaining the rules of the game to her. "The tape is 8 hours long.
You will suck on this till I come and get you. The dildo is a wax
molding of my cock. I am going to watch the tape when you are done. If
you stop you will be punished. If I think you aren't enthusiastic
enough you will be punished. If I find teeth marks on the wax you will
be punished. If you are punished, I will make you do it again. I can
always pop in a fresh tape and make you start again." She looked like
she was going to be sick to her stomach at the prospect of hours of
degradation. She also looked like she would kill me in New York minute
if I gave her the chance. "Any Questions?" She softened her face and
began begging. "Please darling I'll be a good little cocksucking whore
for you. Please let me show you how good I can be for you." I smiled
back. "I'll let you blow me latter if you really want to cunt." Before
she could attempt an answer I brought out some Q cards for her to read
into the lens. "Read this, and get it right." I snapped up the card
facing the words toward her for he to read. She began. "Hello my name
is Cunt. My darling owner loves it when he lets me suck on his lock
delicious cock." On the next card. "He has instructed me to make this
tape to show you how he likes me to do it." Next card. "His cock is so
yummy I often dream of sucking him off. Next card. "If this tape is
hot enough I will get to swallow his yummy cum." "Action" I whispered.
And she began slurping up and down its length. I watched her for a few
minutes. She was enthusiastic, but her technique was clearly lacking. 

I had better things to do than stand here and watch her. After all I
was taping this show. The camera was mounted loosely enough on its
gimbal that it kept her in the frame no matter how she bent or moved.
As long as she kept it in her sucking slurping mouth the camera would
track her face.  As I left the room I bend down beside her face, to
offer some directorial criticism. "Remember, lots and lots of tongue
action cunt. There's nothing worse than a blow job with the girls
tongue just lays there lifeless." She grunted her 'yes darling' around
the wax phallus. "You see I can rape you 24 hours of the day if I
want. I don't even have to be in the room." With my bare hand I
slapped her rump hard several times, then left her chained kneeling,
and sucking.


I used the time that she would be occupied, (her mouth anyway) to
attend to a few matters. I showered, ate and napped a little. Pleased
to think that all the while she was on her knees, slurping and bobbing
away. She had been at it for a couple of hours know. When I checked on
her she was still going at it. Her pace had naturally slowed somewhat.
But I was pleased with her performance nonetheless. After all she was
doing what I wanted, and she would continue doing what I wanted. 

I had decided to leave her sucking for another few hours. I used the
time to make some modifications to the switching and wiring of her
chamber. I added another iron bolt to the cell door. This one operated
vertical. When it was down it was unlocked, and the cell door would
swing open freely. Above it on the wall I now mounted powerful
electromagnets. This was wired into the same circuit that started the
flow of current and electrified the iron cell door. This switch and
all the light switches I changed the switches into 3 way models that
terminated in my study in the house. I also made some additions to
Station 2, specifically to her dressing table. I added an atomizer of
some tarty French perfume. Its aroma was sickly sweet. It was yet
another example of something no self-respecting woman would do to
herself. Also she would find a binder on the table filled with all
sorts of lovely instructions for her dress. 

By the time I had finished these modifications she had been on her
knees sucking for over 5 hours. When I reentered the bedroom she was
oblivious to my presence. Her pace on the dildo was slowing to an
almost imperceptible back and forth rocking motion. She had spread her
knees wide, nearly as wide as she could get them. Her balance point
was what she was pivoting back and forth on. She was covered in
perspiration from her exertions. Clearly this was hard work for her.
She had of course she a tear or two. The second pair of stocking she
had changed into had been destroyed by the floorboards. Her hands were
discolored the shackles had cut off some of the circulation in her
wrists. Surprisingly she still had not noticed me even thought I had
had the time to make these detailed observations of her condition.

I decided to get her attention. From the large walk in wardrobe I
retrieved a long riding crop. The swishing sound it made as I directed
some practice swings at the air finally got her attention. She made
some bleating sounds past the wax dildo wedged between her lips.
"Don't stop sucking now cunt. Actually if you do I won't mind a bit, I
have lots of blank tapes." She redoubled her efforts and began to suck
on the fake dick with renewed zeal. Just like she had at the beginning
of her oral ordeal. I understand that when most owners whip their
slaves they start out slow, and work up to really hard blows latter
on. I have never understood this. Punishment should be painful after
all. To that end I resolved to make the blows even throughout. I
raised up my arm and brought it down swinging it hard. I stopped short
teasing her with the end of the crop. I poked her crotch with it,
spreading her labia open with the leather end of the crop. Groans of
frustration escaped past her lips. I decided that she had waited long
enough for me to begin, so I did. I slashed into her precious
backside, putting my arm and back into the blows. The sound of the
crop smacking into her tender flesh was tremendously loud. It would be
nearly unrecognizable on the soundtrack of the videotape when I played
it back later. She screamed loudly, a terrible animalistic pain from
deep within her. The dildo fell from her lips and bobbed around before
her free from her lips for the first time in hours. I had intended
that all the blows be equally hard right from the start. But when she
dropped it, I had to make them harden still. I whipped her harder with
the next two blows. Her screams were even louder with these vicious
swipes. Three large angry welts had risen high on her ass as soon as
the crop had been drawn back from her. I paused to lecture her. "Those
last two were harder that the first. Weren't they Cunt?" She nodded
wild with pain, unable to speak. "Start sucking again and I'll only
hit you as hard as the first one." She merely sobbed in response,
unable to comply with my demand. "Suit yourself." One more really hard
blow and she was cooperative again. She was searching through tear
filled eyes for the dildo. Now quite eager to pop it back in her
mouth. After another really hard one she had trapped it securely in
between her swollen lips and was eagerly sucking again. She was trying
so hard to be a good little girl. I continued slashing at her backside
as she sucked. Her screams had died down as she got used to the
beating. Her flesh jiggled with each blow. My flagging erection had
been revived again. I stopped and pulled her off the dildo by her
hair. When a woman has long hair there is little need for a leash. I
dragger her by her hair back over to the bed. Her voice was high and
pinched from the agony she was in. "Thank you darling." I flung her
face down on the bed. The chains which she wore, that were still
holding her arms up high behind her back rattled loudly as she landed.
She lay sideways across the bed. "Doggie style Cunt" I barked.
Painfully she drew her legs up underneath her. She looked great from
this angle her wide hips were going to quickly make this position a
future favorite of mine. A multitude of lines ran across her backside,
and I traced them all one after the other with my index finger. When I
scrapped her welts with my fingernail she cried out in a most charming
manner. "Do you want to suck on the real deal?" Her voice was raw and
sore from all her screams. "Oh yes please darling, I do I want to suck
on your cock so badly please please please let me show you how good I
can make it for you." Stupid cunt. It was of course the wrong answer.
I grabbed a cheek in both hands and squeezed her savaged behind hard,
trying to compact the sumptuous flesh between my fingers. No screams
this time, she merely clenched her teeth and drew in a lung full of
air. She took the hint. "I'm sorry darling, I meant to say I want to
suck you cock if you want me to suck you cock darling." I did not
release my grip on her ass. "That's correct. Now tell me why I whipped
you." "Oh darling I am such a worthless whore. I'm sure I have done
many things that have displeased you. Many times I have deserved the
discipline I have just received. Please tell me what I have done so
that I may improve my performance darling." Wow she was really getting
into this. Its amazing what a little pain can accomplish. I considered
it impossible that I could ever instill genuine behavior like this in
her. If I kept on top of her for a month or so, then perhaps the
desired behavior I wanted her to exhibit could become a habit for her.
"The other night, when we first made love." I tried to insult her by
calling it this. "You tried to attack me with you nails. I don't
expect any slut that I own to attack me in any form is that clear?"
"Of course darling, I'm so sorry it won't happen again I promise."

With an iron collar around her neck, and her arms chained up behind
her back, I must have been expected some pretty intense violence from
her. Of course I think it looks really hot too! But in her case there
were many other reasons I had her trussed up like this. The most
important of which was she was a killer. At least she really thought
she was. She did not of course know that she hadn't quite succeeded in
fucking her husband to death. Nevertheless, for her human life was
something that she could sacrifice, if it meant reaching a personal
goal. In her eyes I was not human life. I was not even a lowly bug. If
I slipped up and let her get the chance to injure me, the things I had
done to her would pale in comparison to what she would do to me.
Secondly, escape was clearly impossible. At least conventional escape
was impossible. Prisoners under a great deal of stress can sometimes
see suicide as a means of escape. I was certain she would attempt
suicide. No cell is suicide proof, but I had taken some limited
precaution to prevent her from stopping all the fun. I wasn't going to
be through with her for a long, long time if I had my way. And having
my way was what this was all about. 

She remained in the dogie style position. I circled her body,
transfixed by the scene before me, unable to look away afraid I would
miss some critical jiggle of her flesh. "You want to suck my cock, I
know you do." Taunting her this way was such fun. A murderess had
promised that she would not attack me further. Right, I would put my
disk in her mouth. I did not see my future as the poster boy for
penile reconstruction. Get somebody else to be the next John Wayne
Bobbit. I would not take that chance, even to possess her mouth. If I
failed to take her mouth it would be a form of victory for her. I
could not allow this either. Again I had a plan. From my pocket I
pulled out the device. A simple device really, but so aesthetically
unpleasant to look at. No matter I would use it to use her. Bending
near her face I pinched her nose closed with my left hand. She looked,
at me curious as to my intentions, her eyes wide with question. It
took only a few seconds for her mouth to open seeking life sustaining
air. Then I knew I had her. I jammed the ring between her teeth. It
was a good fit jamming her mouth wide open just behind her canines.
They were white and long and sharp and I knew just by looking at them
that I had done the right thing. Without further ado I slide my cock
into her mouth, just halfway first. I could feel her breath swirling
around myself, the warmth of her skin as it touch my dick. She tried,
she tried hard to close her jaw on my invading member. The tempered
steel ring held fast and protected me from injury. I though that this
must be what it feels like when the lion tamer places his head into
the lions mouth, as the final act in the show. In her case this was
only the beginning or her's. If she could suck a wax dildo for hours
upon hours then she would surely repeat the favor for her owner. I
expected it from her. If she tried to refuse it would reflect badly on
her training. She did not scream or cry out. It would do no good.
Besides she did not have it in her, she was clearly exhausted. "Don't
forget. I like a lot of tongue action cunt." It was as if I had turned
a switch. Her tongue began its motion along the length of my cock. She
first worked the underside tracing the tip of her tongue along the
large ridge. She fluttered it, and swirled it around and around then
around it again. I of course helped her too, by sawing myself I and
out of her. Fucking her face. After all it was the gentlemanly thing
to do for her. She was denied the use of her hands. This could take
some time. I pressed myself home into her completely till her nose was
pressed hard into my pubic hair. Her breath tickled me. She gagged and
began to choke on me. I would help her past this involuntary gag
reflex. I began to crawl forward lifting her torso off the bed with my
pelvis. This is what I call some deep throat action. Her breast hung
low and dangled freely. Her ministration to my dick faded as she kept
gagging. She was obviously in need of further encouragement. How else
was I going to prove that she had absolutely no power to resist in
even the most minute way anything that I had planned for her. Her
nipples were my target this time. I pressed my thumbnail into each
nipple hard. "I'll let you sleep after you get me off cunt. I'll let
you sleep for a long long time. All you have to do is swallow when you
feel me coming." The promise of sleep combined with the pain got her
moving again. She began to rock her body back and forth on the bed,
desperate for some friction, desperate for me to cum. I to could be
nice. I relaxed my pinching choosing instead to cradle her breast,
cupping them gently. They swayed with her rocking body, and I marveled
at their heaviness. I gripped her head and began to fuck her face. I
used deep slow deliberate strokes. Her tongue was working overtime
now. With every chance she had to slather the head of my dick she took
it. Her enthusiasm forced as it was was driving me over the edge. It
felt as though I had pumped gobs of cum into her mouth. I could feel
her swallowing. I'll never know for sure how much she swallowed. I
never saw a drop.

It was great, I didn't have to thank her. I didn't have to take her
home. I didn't have to call her a cab. All I had to do was remove the
gag and her handcuffs. She was capable of handling the rest. She knew
what was expected of her. She would return the jewelry to the box.
Return the lingerie to the shelf. Clean herself with a shower and
crawl into her cell. Not a word was exchanged between us. The setup
was perfect. She was beautiful and compliant, and I could tailor make
her to suit my desires of the moment. Any fantasy I wanted I could
attain. All I had to do was pickup the microphone broadcast my
desires, flip a few switches. Wait from between thirty minutes to an
hour. Then meet her in the bedroom. All that I could imagine I could
have. 

Her backside was in serious need of repair. Time heals all wounds. I
decided that she had been good enough to earn a few days respite and
something to eat. I let her sleep for as long as she could. She slept
for just over 13 hours, on her stomach. She awoke to find her first
meal in captivity. There was a paper container of milk, an egg salad
sandwich, and an assortment of fruit for her to nibble on. Nibbling is
something she definitely did not do. She ate ravenously leaving no
edible remains except a few pits. Even these she had cleaned most
thoroughly. That superb tongue of hers at work again. The idea of a
hunger strike had obviously not occurred to her yet. As long as she
remained cooperative she would receive a comparable meal to this one
once a day. I would also have to develop an exercise regimen for her.
Maybe an hour of calisthenics every second day. Bending, stretching
running on the spot, sit-ups, that sort of thing. Over the months to
come, I would fashion it to her needs. If she gained weight, less food
and more exercise. Till she maintained the weight I desired for her.
This was yet another aspect of the control I could wield over her. I
would not allow her the ability to determine any aspect of her
appearance. The need for self-determination runs strong within us all.
The ability to control ones own body shape is a significant factor in
the development of eating disorders among adolescent women. For my new
property the ability to regulate her own shape would be taken from her
by me as well. If I could take anything else from her I would. I would
leave her in a world in which she had no influence over even the
tiniest detail of her new life.

While she recuperated I took the time to advance the plan further
along. I had to get the copy of her taped conversation into the hands
of the police. If I made an actual tape I would have to be careful
about fingerprints, and serial numbers on the tapes themselves. In my
paranoid fantasies they could trace the tape back to the store I had
purchased it at. The clerk would of course be able to remember me.
After all I was so ordinary, and I paid in cash. A composite drawing
would be generated. I would be found, and the cunt would be freed.
Free to ruin another man's life, perhaps even kill him too. Instead I
formulated a better plan. I converted and transferred the tape into a
sound file. I would e-mail it to the authorities instead. It was only
a couple of megabytes. E-mailing it from home would not be much of an
option either. I would do it from the public library. Thousands of
faces passed through the doors of the library each day. I could easily
pass through the halls of learning send it to the police and leave
unnoticed and untraceable. While I was transmitting the sound file it
occurred to me that they might try to suppress the tape. Looking out
the window as the message was being transmitted I noticed the
Sun-Times newspaper building. They got a copy of it as well. If the
police denied knowledge of the recording I'm sure the hardworking
reputable reporters of the Fifth Estate would be sure to ask the
police for a statement. It didn't take long to send a third copy to a
suitable newsgroup. There, let them try to suppress it now. 

While I was out I hit a few stores to stock up the household with some
basic supplies, enough for a couple of weeks. I also picked up some
other items at the hardware store. Being away from the house I began
to get nervous about the possibility of my captive escaping somehow. I
really didn't think it was possible. I knew I was being paranoid, but
I felt that I must improve security around the house. Not only
security from attack from an intruder. But security to prevent her
escape. There can be improvements made to almost any system. With that
in mind I paid a visit to a local security firm I had done some work
with in the past. They we pleased to see me. Especially after I made
the purpose of the visit known to them. I signed a contract with them
to install an extensive home security system. Every external door and
every external window would have an entry detector. Every room would
have a motion detector, including the basement, especially the room
that allowed entrance to her underground mobile home. Every door and
window on the house would have bars covering them. They were tasteful
bars very ornamental, to soften the appearance. By the time I was done
the place would be Fort Knox. No one would get in. More importantly I
couldn't see how she could ever get out. Unless I released her, which
of course would never happen. I paid a hefty premium to get the job
done in the next 2 days. No questions were asked I was in the business
of investigating people. It was potentially a dangerous business,
especially as I was successful at it. Perhaps I had made some enemies.
Maybe someone I had helped to put in jail.

The crews they sent worked quickly and efficiently. The house was
filled with the noise of hammering and banging. I left them to work
hard, they were eager to earn the time incentive bonus, which they
did. When they were done I decided to run a systems test. I could
activate the motion detectors in each room individually. I turned on
the motion detector in the basement, then tripped the one leading into
her chambers. There was no noise, no siren no lights nothing at all to
indicate that the alarm had been tripped. Except that the pager I had
on my belt was shaking to tell me that I had an important page. I
checked it smiling, the message read SECURITY BREACH. The price of
piece of mind was expensive. The price of failure would have been more
expensive. If she ever managed to escape her home, then I would be
paged. I relaxed quite confidant that she would never even get that
far.    

While they worked I did not visit her for the entire time of their
stay. I did not have to. I could observe her, and check on her. She
rarely cried her self to sleep these days. Most night however she did
have bad dreams and often she would wake up screaming. The newly
installed remotely operable bolt on her cell door worked great and was
an excellent addition. I let her out once a day to stretch and
exercise and get water from the shower. To test her I played a little
game with her. After the first day I switched off the water to the
shower unit. I then put her through a rather long set of stretching
and exercises. After the exercise session was over she really needed
some water. She instantly realized what she must do. Kneeling she
drank from the toilet like a dog. Her obedience was surprising to me.
She must have been thirsty or perhaps hungry eager to fill her stomach
with something to stave of the hunger pangs. If I could keep her
desperate for food then maybe I could prevent a hunger strike. I was
not prepared to feed her intravenously. I did not feed her at all for
the two days the workers were on site. 

To entertain her I did let her watch selected programs on TV. I let
her watch Fashion TV. I let her watch porn on the satellite channel. I
even let her watch Baywatch. Maybe she'd even learn something. I
decided I wanted her to learn something else too. I let her watch the
local news one night on tape of course, after I had screened it for
content. She learned that her husband was still clinging to life, she
had not killed him yet. She did not learn that he was not expected to
live, I did not want her to know that. I wanted her to think that she
had failed. Nor did she learn that people were still actively looking
for her. I did not want to give her any reason for maintaining hope
for a rescue.

After a couple of days of no sex, all the while watching her jump and
shake her titties for me, had made me crazy. I was beside myself with
lust for her again. She was going to get something special from me
tonight. She was trying to relax in her cell. I kept her in the cage
for 23 hours a day. Remaining inactive was a hard thing for he to do.
It would be hard for anyone to do. Except for some attorneys I knew.
She wasn't tired enough to sleep. I watched her toss and fret for a
few moments before I began speaking. "Good evening cunt. I have a very
special show for you to watch tonight." I had her attention now her
eyes were darting around while she listened intently. "The first night
you were with me I knew you were a good dancer. Tonight I'm going to
help you do better." The tape began it was a short tape only an hour
and fifteen minutes. The title passed before her. 'How to strip for
your lover.' As the name suggested it was an instruction tape made by
a stripper who had a few years of experience and though that she could
make a quick buck and maybe even quit stripping with a really
successful tape. It didn't happen she was still a stripping I think.

The tape taught standard dancing techniques, how to move to music,
what sort of music is best. What sort of clothes to select so that
they can be removed with the least effort. There were short segments
on how to remove long gloves and stocking. Her primary advice was that
it be done slowly while looking directly in to you lovers eyes. 

As the tape finished she could hear the bolt on her cell door drop
down freeing her to perform or me. "Shower, go to the toilet. On the
dressing table turn to page 15 and follow the directions you find
there. You have 50 minutes. Don't be late or you know what I'll do to
you." She moved quickly, she was well motivated despite having 50
minutes. Perhaps it was another trick. Fifty minutes was a long time,
so it must mean that I had some pretty elaborate plans for her dress.
As always she dreaded her fate.   

The directions on page 15 were pretty standard fare for her. The
detail of her hair and makeup were quite familiar to her by now. She
was directed to tone down the makeup on this page. Her lips however
were to be made bright red matching her nails. I watched her through
the mirror, as she leaned forward into the glass pursing her lips to
apply the lipstick and then the gloss accurately. The directions for
her hair again left her with large fluffy curls crowning her natural
beauty. 

She read the final paragraph on the page. 'Remember this time to use
the baby oil on your cunt and ass. Dress in the contents of box T2.
When you have completed dressing, turn to page 60 for more
instructions.' She searched for and found box T2. Opening it she did a
double take, checking that she had in fact found the proper box. He
undergarments were pretty standard fare. Beige stockings to be held up
by a black garter belt. For the first time in her captivity a pair of
panties were included. The bra was a matching one, closing in the
front, cut low to leave her ample breast spilling over the top. A pair
of shoes were included as well, green with a 4-inch heel. This time
however additional items were included. As she dressed they were
revealed below the previous item. Next I the box she found a black
slip that she put on quickly. Below the slip was a dress cut just
below the knee, green in color. The front was covered in functional
buttons that ran the length of the garment. Stripping this dress off
would take time. Just like the tape recommended. All together there
must have been thirty buttons closing it on her. It was tapered
tightly on her legs forcing her to take shorter mincing steps. It felt
strange to her to be wearing clothes again. I had arranged that the
dress be tight fitting. There was also a purse at the bottom of the
box that she picked up. No doubt it was just a prop. She thought it
quite unlikely that they would actually go out into the real world.
What need did she have for a purse.

Following orders she turned to page 60 for the final instructions. On
page sixty she found a key taped to the page. The instructions read
"Use the key and remove your collar. Lock the key into the floor safe
that you will find underneath the dressing table. You will find a
ghetto blaster and an envelope on the night table in the bedroom. Turn
it on open the envelope and do what it says. Do this now."

She swallowed hard steeling herself for the professional performance
that I expected. After one final check on her appearance she passed
through the curtain separating the second station from the bedroom.
She tried hard to maintain a smile on her face that I demanded and the
video suggested. The smile vanished and was replaced with a perplexed
look when she did not see me in the room. The ghetto blaster was
there, as was the envelope. I watched her body move beneath clothes as
she walked around the bed toward the stereo. It was pleasant to see
her move having to imagine for a change how she looked in her
underclothes. She turned on the tape picked up the envelope and began
reading the note inside. I saw her look at the page, which was blank,
she turned it over and looked for her instructions on the reverse
side. It too was blank. She was standing right in front of me now but
she could still not see me. I was standing in the closet observing her
every confused move. My voice emerged from the stereo. "Turn and face
the ghetto blaster cunt." She did so her back now facing me. "Listen
carefully." I tensed my body ready to spring. "If you manage to keep
me from fucking you. I'll let you go."

Now that the rules of the game were clear, on cue I sprang from my
lair pouncing on her. She screamed completely surprised by this sudden
turn of events. By the time I reached her she had turned sideways to
me and had her arms up to defend her self. My hands sought out their
respective targets on her body. I grabbed a handful of hair with my
left hand. My right hand went straight to her collar of her dress.
When I had a firm grip on each target. I pulled my arms I opposite
directions. Her head snapped back as my right arm shot down to her
feet tearing the material of her dress and slip as it went. Many of
the buttons that she believed she would be slowly, teasingly be forced
to remove herself jumped from her body and danced around our entangled
jousting feet. Her resistance was non-existent, surprise was so total
she had not had the ability to form a defense yet. My momentum carried
us toward the bed. We fell onto it together. I rolled on top of her
pressing my left knee into her body. Her dress came apart easily in my
hands, after a few more tears at it. Soon she was clad only in her
underclothes and the tattered remains of her dress and slip. She tried
to kick me, her blows were weak and ineffective, except that she did
manage to send one of her shoes flying at my head. It hit me failing
to slow me down. I placed both hands firmly around her neck and began
to squeeze. She to her credit kept trying to attack me. Her arms were
shorter that mine. I laughed out loud at her futile attempts to reach
my face. All she could harm were my arms, and all she could do was
scratch them. I squeezed harder still, closing off her windpipe. Even
through her makeup I could see her face changing color to a deep shade
of red. It was a good way to overcome resistance. Unable to reach
anything on me to cause harm her hands retreated covering my own,
trying to relieve the choking pressure on her throat. I took my knee
from her body, picking her up be her throat without releasing me grip
I literally pulled her off the ground. Her own weight was now employed
in choking her. I shook her by her throat like a rag doll, reveling I
my complete mastery of her. It had been less than a minute and I had
her completely under my control. I turned her body, and threw her down
on the bed face down. Her hands replaced mine on her throat which was
now free from my hands. She choked and gasped as airflow began again.
Laying on her stomach left her particularly vulnerable to me. I placed
a knee in the small of her back pinning her down to the bed, forcing
her body into an uncomfortable arch. Her panties had worked their way
between her cheeks emulating a thong. I clutched at them with my right
hand. They tore off very easily. Well easily for me, on her hips they
would leave behind friction burns, a smaller one was left on her cunt.
I caressed her cheeks exploring her deeply. Soon I had found her ass.
"You're not much of a fighter huh?" She continued her ineffective
thrashing about. She had remembered the baby oil this time. I poked at
her ass with my finger driving deep into her tight puckered hole.
Despite the oil it must have hurt. "Bastard, YOU BASTARD .....NO
DON'T." As she continued I pressed in another finger, then another
till I had forced in four fingers and began twisting them all around.
"You better stop me soon or you'll never get out of here cunt." Again
she screamed with hate and frustration. " NO ....No DON'T. Her arms
flailed away ineffectively. I shoved her head into the bedding,
shutting her up. She began to smother. Still kneeling in the small of
her back I had her completely under my control. I pulled my hand out
of her ass. And began to give her a barehanded spanking. Poor girl,
she had nearly healed. Once it had turned a lovely shade of pink I
stopped. My aim was not to hurt, but to humiliate. To demonstrate that
I could take my time with her, showing her how she was unable to do
anything to stop me. Also it warmed her ass up for me. Being beaten,
and choked and smothered had sapped her strength. It was a simple
matter to kick her legs apart. I nestled myself between her legs.
Pressing my erection against her caused a few new struggled to begin
but she was finished. I knew it and so did she. I whipped my
sweatpants down enough to get my dick out. Without further ado, it was
time to fuck her in the ass. I had purposely saved this for last. In
many ways it was the best. I truly owned her when I took a woman this
way. More importantly, she knew that I would fuck her here one-day.
The longer I put it off the longer I could maintain that level of
apprehension and stress I her. I pressed myself into her, the going
was slow and tough. I felt like a banana being skinned. Holding her
down by her hips, I had to lean back to see my cock stretching her
open. I spit into the hole several times, pushing hard simultaneously.
Her hands were cradling, hiding her face as she shook and sobbed
knowing the end for her was near, and that she had been defeated yet
again. Despite her clenching her behind closed I forced my way passed
her sphincter. She screamed loudly from deep with her. The pain must
have been tremendous, desperate to avoid my invading cock she tried to
squirm and wriggle across the bed. I rode her in the truest sense of
the word chasing her across the bed. Till she had nowhere to go. We
were still joined jammed up against headboard. She was not
surprisingly incredibly tight. Before penetrating her ass I was
certain she had been fucked in her ass before, but now I wasn't so
sure. I lay still on her for several minutes, the muscles in her ass
working hard to force me out. She lay beneath me now, unmoving but
still crying softly. She had submitted again, eager for it to end. It
was a lovely moment. She began to speak softly through her tears.
"Please fuck my ass darling." The words made me twitch inside her with
excitement. I knew she had spoken them to hurry me along and hasten
the episode, to help make it end. The globes of her ass were high
pressing up into my stomach. I held her by her hips, running my
fingers along the length of her garters as we moved together driving
toward the same goal. The bed rocked beneath us, creaking and
squeaking. The noise of it would have distracted me under normal
circumstances and I would not have been able to continue. The tight
ring of her felt great cutting into my dick as it traveled up and down
my shaft. I could feel my balls begin to tighten and contract. I used
her garters as reigns to drag her on and off me. Her ass was sizeable
but perfectly proportioned to her figure. It made the experience of
taking her from behind that much more special. He strain of submitting
was taking its toll on her. Her body was covered with sweat and she
was trembling all over. I kept it going as long as I could. Soon to
soon really I was a goner and I knew it. My thrusting became more and
more erratic the closer I got to cumming. I was soon slapping into her
freely with long deep strokes. Each time I hit bottom I wrenched
another series of grunts from her. She must have been trying hard to
make me cum. Words of encouragement tumbled from her between grunts
and gasps. "Cum, ...cum  in me darling." Usually when I finish I am
not too vocal. So I surprised myself crying out as I slammed into her
ass one final time. The tension in her body drained, when she realized
that it was over. I saw stars behind my closed eyes as I went over the
edge. I pressed myself deep within her ass grinding myself against her
till I finished. I waited in her till I softened. Slowly I slid my
cock out of her behind. She tried to remain very still as I withdrew
myself. Her battered ass was stretched open after I withdrew. She had
been torn slightly her ass produced a slight trickle of blood that ran
down her thigh till it pooled at her stocking top. I stood up and she
shifted her body from the top of the bed down toward the middle. Her
tattered clothes still were partly covering her body. I would need to
do some shopping to replace the panties, slip and dress in box T2 if I
wanted to try this scenario again. I searched through the bedding
looking for her purse. She looked at me curiously. "Help me find your
purse." She briefly searched and found it holding up to me for me to
take it from her hands. "Open it up and put on what you find inside."
She had by this time moved to the side of the bed and sat down
gingerly on her brutalized ass. I stood before her eager to view her
reaction to what she was about to discover. Her purse was a small
clutch type, able to hold only small items. A pair of gloves and some
lipstick would have filled the tiny purse. She snapped open the purse
her delicate finger searching inside of it. Between two fingers she
drew an item from within. It came out like a ribbon trailing after her
fingers. When she had it fully withdrawn from the purse realization
reached her about how she was to wear it and its greater meaning. It
was her old friend the ring gag. "Strap it on tightly cunt. No
stalling!" Utter hatred filled her face as she drew her arms up behind
her neck sliding the leather strap through the stainless steel buckle.
As she moved strapping the gag on her head me dick rose to the
occasion pointing right at her. A mixture of her own shit and blood
mixed with my cum on my cock. This noxious cocktail of fluids and
aromas made sucking my cock that much more horrible for her. She had
done a good job of strapping it on her head. Aside from trapping her
hair within the strap I would have done nothing different. I could not
have made it any tighter than she had herself. This was an important
consideration. If ever she was going to try and bite my dick off it
would be now. It was important that the gag be firmly secured. Her
hands were clasped together I her lap fretting together. "Get on with
it." With that she began to move her mouth slowly forward toward me.
She managed to overcome her own revulsion and pass the head of my cock
between her outstretched lips. Her progress in swallowing my cock
ended at that depth. I could she her body battling with her might. The
two forces competing within her had reached a stalemate. Revulsion
kept her from swallowing more.   Fear allowed her to make the progress
that she had. I let my cock rest there for a few minutes more. I was
interested in seeing if there would be a winner. "And you said you
would try and be a great cocksucker. I'm very disappointed in you
cunt" Still she remained motionless on my dick. I twitched my cock
dancing it on her tongue. Still she would not take it further into her
mouth. Gently, tenderly even I ran my hand through her hair. It was
soft and luxurious. I ran my hand to the back of her head. Softly so
softly I ran my hand through her hair brushing the scalp beneath ever
so slightly. I tried hard to touch yet not touch her scalp. I wanted
to exert that subtle a pressure on her head. The balance that had been
achieved was broken by this gentle pressure. I was slowly engulfed by
her mouth. It only took her a few more minutes to begin swirling her
tongue over me like she was learning I liked. I was brick hard in her
despite the fact that I had just finished fucking her ass not ten
minutes before. It was going to be a beautiful relationship. At least
for me. 


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