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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
illegalities arising from the viewing of this file. The author retains
all rights to this story and it is transmitted here by an authorized
person, for free viewing only.   Just wanted to give something back to
the internet community.

Hope all you fellow pervs enjoy.

Trophy Wife 3


The image on the screen was grainy, but still more than adequate to
make out her face which was as always covered in a thick mask of
makeup. Had she been spotted on the street with this pancake makeup on
she would no doubt have been mistaken for a streetwalker. Her head was
tilted backward; her mouth was gaping open breathing hard a mask of
imposed passion. Her body was covered with a delicate sheer gown,
cream in color, trimmed in satin completely see though. Hiding nothing
from my hungry prying eyes. 	She was sitting on a straight-backed
chair placed a few feet from the bed facing me as I sat there watching
her. She was sitting with her behind slid forward resting on the
chair. Her legs encased in matching stockings were splayed wide apart
as wide as she could get them bracketing the chair. Her hands were
between her legs, one holding herself open wide to me while the other
was a blur of activity pressing down and into her sex while
simultaneously stimulating her clitoris. I was watching very carefully
the finger working her clit was moving back and forth rapidly pressing
just behind her bud. Despite being forced to perform, forced to
display herself like this, it was obvious to me that her technique was
genuine. It was clear watching what she was familiar with doing with
herself in private. The effect of  course an act but her actions were
giving me a clue as to how I could get to her.

Her performance had been recorded a few days earlier. It had been a
busy week or so. I had been on her almost continuously. I had used her
till my dick hurt and I was having a hard time getting it up. A
consequence I had not foreseen. There was only so much fucking I could
do, and I was nearly fucked out. But that didn't mean that I couldn't
find pleasant ways to pass the time with her while I recuperated.
Getting old sucks ass!

The chair she was sitting on was cracking and creaking in response to
her movements. Her thigh muscles were rippling, tensing and straining
with effort. On the tape her groans and pants were all but drowned out
by the snaps of the old wooden chair." You're doing great cunt. If you
can convince me that you are really cumming I won't whip you this
time." Between gasps she managed to thank me for my generosity and
kindness. Her head began to roll gently from side to side. Her hair
fell softly about her face. Subtle changes in her body, things she
couldn't fake, began to be noticeable. Poking through her gown her
nipples were swollen and hard. A blush was beginning to spread across
her chest between her collarbones. Her whole body was now tensing up,
and a light sheen of perspiration had spread across her skin. Together
these signs portrayed an unmistakable picture or arousal. Arousal is
an eternity away from climax. She would certainly not climax, but just
as certainly she could not avoid becoming aroused. A significant
improvement from our first encounter. The flesh on her thighs was
shaking slightly, as much as her stockings would allow.  "That's
enough cunt, fake you cum now." Speaking was out of the question, it
was only possible for her to nod her head. She pressed a pair of
fingers deep within her and pressed tightly on her mound with her
other hand as if trying to push herself together again. "Uuunnngh,
uubb... " Stopping for her was now the unpleasant chore but she
managed to do it and gradually settled down. 

On the screen I watched myself stand, pass behind her a retrieve the
crop from the closet. "Tell me cunt, how many strokes do you think
that I should give you for that performance?"

I switched off the tape having seen the interesting part. Now that she
could fake her pleasure by her own hands I would expect it from her
always, under all circumstances.

Replacing her on the screen was the local news and the smiling face of
dear sweet Mr. Potter being wheeled out of the hospital. The old
bugger had survived and would likely outlive me. There was a podium
prepared and he gave a brief speech. He thanked the hospital staff for
assisting him, his doctor's, and the people of our fair city for their
kind cards and letters. He kept it short and was assisted to his limo
by his personal nurse. If Mr. Potter followed form she would no doubt
be the future Mrs. Potter. She was gorgeous in the bimbo sense that
Mr. Potter was fatally attracted to. I suppose Mel Brooks was right.
It's good to be the King. The news anchor came back online with a
picture of the missing Mrs. Potter. Now being described as the
fugitive and prime suspect in Mr. Potter's attempted murder case. It
was apparent that the police had had the chance to interview Mr.
Potter as he was recovering in hospital. Poor little Stacey, I mean
cunt. Things were not looking good for her. Even if she did escape me,
her marriage would certainly be over. There would be no inheritance to
cover her for the rest of her life. Worse still she would be the one
to be arrested, tried and convicted for her role in the attempted
murder of her own Husband. After all who would believe her incredible
tale of being held captive by a madman such as me. All she knew of me
was my face, not my name. All she knew was my name and her dungeon.

My anonymous tape had had its effect on the case too. The next item of
the broadcast catered around the arraignment of cunts partner in crime
for conspiracy to commit murder. The crush of reporters surrounding
him as he was hustled out of the courthouse rivaled that of Ms.
Lewinsky. Her treachery had ruined the relationship with her lover as
well. He was the junior partner in crime after all. To save his own
skin I was certain that he would roll over on her, and testify against
her to save his own skin. After all hadn't she run out on him? She had
lost everything, her lover, her husband, her freedom (even if she
escaped me) and all that money. The money she loved more than her
husband, probably even more than her lover. Old man potter had even
established a reward of $100000 for her capture. It pleased me to find
out he had a vindictive streak in him. Maybe we were kindred spirits
after all. It was tempting even for me but I decided to keep her a
while longer. 

His attorney walking behind him was a strikingly beautiful woman. She
seemed quite familiar to me. Still I could not place her, not until I
saw her get into her car with the boyfriend and begin to drive slowly
through the throng of reporters. It was the same woman that I had seen
cunt having lunch with the weekend that the murder attempt had taken
place on. So she was an attorney, representing the sluts boyfriend.
What a small small world.

I still had her plate written down in my notebook. In all the
excitement I had not bothered to run the plate to learn more about
her. Now I didn't have to she was an attorney representing one of the
accomplices. A quick trip to the library again was all that I needed
to learn some basic biographical information about her. Her name was
Victoria Crane she was 28 years of age. She had graduated in the top
3% of her class at law school. Brains and beauty I was getting more
interested the more I learned. She had been practicing law for only 2
years but already she had made a name for herself as an expert in
divorce law. It was curious that she was helping the boyfriend in his
criminal matter that didn't make too much sense to me. I had decided
to give her an even closer look. She certainly wasn't hard on the
eyes.  

After leaving the library I decided I still needed some more
information. I had cultivated a friend at the Phone Company. A very
special friend who could get me phone records of calls made. I asked
for and got quickly the records for the last six months of calls
between Stacey, Victoria, and Jason (the boyfriend). Computers really
are marvelous how they can produce volumes of information quickly. It
was the best $250 I had spent in a while. Predictably there were lots
of calls between Stacey and Victoria, and Stacey and Jason. But the
real surprise was the volume of calls between Jason and Victoria. They
nearly equaled the volume of calls between Stacey and Jason. Curious I
wonder what they had to talk about?

If I were clever enough to begin to have suspicious, I felt it logical
that the police might share my suspicions. A quick trip to my
informant in the police department did wonders to calm my nerves.
Under the pretext of inquiring about the reward money. I managed to
learn all kinds of useful information. Harvey was so helpful at times.
"Harvey if your interested in finding Stacey I'd be keeping an eye on
the boyfriend, or Stacey's sister. She's bound to try and contact one
of them soon. Don't you think so?" I didn't have to wait long for the
answer Harv was nodding his head before I had even finished the
sentence. "I think so to, we just don't have the manpower to devote to
round the clock watching. But it's a great idea I'll give you that.
Mrs. Potter is going to turn up soon. She could be anywhere really.
But I'll bet we turn up her car first." I chuckled and thought to
myself. Don't bet on it Harv. 

Driving back to the farm I was mulling things over in my mind. An
attorney specializing in divorce proceedings would not be representing
a client charged with attempted murder. Harvey didn't think much of
this though. He seemed to thing that he would get another attorney to
represent him as his case progressed through the courts. Still I
wasn't too sure I resolved to have a closer look at these two. About a
half mile from the farm I felt my pager go off. It couldn't have been
work, or Harvey or any one else for that matter. These people would
have called my cell phone. It could mean only one thing. I checked it
anyway, my blood ran cold through my veins as I read the words
"SECURITY BREACH" in the display window. "FUCKING BITCH" I yelled, as
I punched the pedal to the firewall. Even at highways speeds I managed
to break the tires loose. You just can't beat a thirty-year old muscle
car for torque. It took me about 4 minutes to reach the farm. Four
minutes! FOUR FUCKING MINUTES!! An eternity there was no telling what
mischief she could get into in FOUR FUCKING MINUTES. Braking on the
gravel driveway was futile. The car simply was not going to stop in
time. I managed to brake the car against the corner of the house,
completely blowing off the right front fender. By the time I reached
the door I had my keys and gun out. Down to the basement I soon
discovered that it was genuine and not a false alarm. The doors
through the closet and into the mobile home had been kicked outward.
Not a tremendous accomplishment. The steel door with the combination
lock on it that was another matter. She had removed the hinge pins
from the back of the door. The heavy door was hanging very securely by
the hasp and combination lock. I knew she couldn't defeat that. What
really impressed me was her ingenuity in removing her collar. Her iron
collar, which lay in the floor, near the door. I had a quick look
around for her here. She was nowhere to be found. The iron door to her
cell was swinging freely open on its hinges. The bolt was up in the
locked position, yet it was swinging open freely. It was "hot" too,
the current still flowing through it. I didn't have time to fuck
around now. I had to find her and fast too.  How she got out? I could
get that from her, but only if I could catch her first.  

Rushing out of the mobile home I grabbed a shoe that I had placed on
her yesterday, and ran back up the stairs.  The first thing to check
were the phones. The phone in the kitchen was off the hook dangling
down to the floor. There was no noise on the line. I didn't bother
checking the house. I tore the phone out of the wall without hanging
it up. That may have disabled the remaining phones in the house.

Taking the shoes with me I ran the 100 yards to the barn as fast as I
could.  Probably not as fast as Donovan Bailey, but damn fast anyway.
I bet I would have tied Carl Lewis.  I certainly was breathing like I
had run that fast anyway.  I slammed my body up against the chain link
fence. The chain link fence of the kennels where I kept my dogs.  The
commotion had woken up the pair and they were snarling and barking
excitedly now. I opened the kennel door and got in with them. They
both got a good whiff of her scent from the shoe I brought with me.
Before I was ready for them to be off they were out the door barking
up a storm. Before I went after them I grabbed an extra collar and
leash. The way they were acting maybe I could still catch her after
all.  They were big powerful dogs. Mastiffs. Good old Harv. Such a
good friend. I must remember to get him something nice this Christmas.
By the time I had exited the barn the dogs were off across a field
going toward a small patch of woods. Jeez they were running fast. I
tried to keep up as best as I could. The muscles in my legs were
burning like they were on fire by the time I reach the woods. The
underbrush was thick and grabbed at me as I tried to follow the sounds
of the dogs. About a hundred yards or so into the woods. The dogs were
barking and snarling loudly. I could hear them but I could not see
them. My feet splashed noisily into the water of a small creek that
runs through the woods. The far bank was steep I could hear the dogs
on the other side. They were viciously fighting over something.
Barking and biting and snarling loudly. They were tearing her to
pieces. Fucking police dogs. Harv had got me a pair of dogs that were
far too vicious.  He had taken me literally when I said I wanted some
serious security dogs. I slowed my pace crawling up the far bank.
There was no hurry now. I could do nothing for her now. Surely it was
too late.  Reaching the crest, I could see at the base of the reverse
slope the dogs still madly ripping and tearing. There was a blanket
torn to shreds by the dogs, tiny bits of material lay scattered about
the forest floor. The pair had reduced it to tatters, and were now
fighting over the scraps of the material.  She was no where to be
found. No blood, no hair I could see nothing of her. Crossing the
water and ditching the blanket had tricked the dogs. It was a clever
move I had underestimated her cunning. She was gone now. Despite all
my effort and precautions she had escaped me. Fuck!!

Frustration welled up within me. "Fuck!!!" I yelling as loud as I
could. I pointed my gun into the woods and fired and fired aimlessly
wildly till I had emptied my gun into  the darkening woods that had
helped her evade me and the dogs. Then I heard her, she screamed at
the report of the gun. I heard her scrambling again now through the
woods. I had her I went after the sound. "Stop running cunt. You can't
get away." Actually she had an excellent chance of getting away. She
was well motivated to escape me, she was running back to her freedom.
The closer she got to it, the closer she was to getting back to her
life. Or so she thought. I stopped out of breath unable to continue
the chase. I waved my impotent empty gun around the woods as though I
could use it to influence her. I struggled to catch my breath. "If you
don't stop running RIGHT NOW I will go RIGHT NOW and blow your sisters
FUCKING HEAD OFF!!" She was near I could tell. She cleverly did not
answer the threat. I pressed into the woods still further. Twenty
yards on, in a clearing I saw her sitting there on a fallen log. She
was completely naked. I rushed to her gun leveled at her. Fatigue or
the threat toward her sister, something had made her stop.  Ten yards
away from her she swung her arm up from behind her clutching a large
kitchen knife. She pointed it toward me to ward me away, just like a
magic wand. Which it clearly was not. I cycled the slide on my gun,
and menaced her with it. She was hysterical, furious, terrified for
her life. "I'm not gong back! I'm not. I won't do that anymore. I
can't!!... I can't..... I won't."  She was convincing herself,
steeling herself in her decision more than she was convincing me.
"You most certainly are coming back with me. You've caused a lot of
damage. I intend to make you pay for it with your hide." Five yards
from her I threw the collar and leash at her. They landed connected at
her feet. "Go on put it on and we'll go back." 

She turned the knife on herself jabbing it up against her throat. "No
I told you I won't be going back." She was quite fanatically
determined. I holstered the gun beneath my jacket. Leaning up against
a tree I played my trump card. "Go ahead and do it cunt. If you do
I'll have your sister in there by tomorrow. And I'll pickup with her
right where we left off." Slowly, so very slowly her arm retreated
from her throat till at last the knife lay at her feet. "In the
kitchen, I called 911." I looked into her eyes as coldly as I could.
"What number did you dial to get an outside line cunt?" She groped for
an answer her mouth moving wordlessly. Finally she guessed. "A nine. I
dialed a nine!" I considered it a moment. "Most people have a nine.
But I have 92. Now hurry up and get your collar on." She did it. She
reached down drew it to her and fastened it around her slim throat.
Her own hands were once again imprisoning her. She looked up at me. I
drew my gun and pointed it back at her. "Pickup the knife and hand it
to me." She picked it up and walked to me offering it handle first. I
smiled at her and took it from her. "Thank you cunt" The expected
reply came without surprise. "Your welcome darling."

"Now hand me your leash and we'll start back." She did this too. I
yanked it hard, and dragged her down to her knees. Her mouth opened in
shock. Quickly I jammed the muzzle of the gun past her lips deep into
her mouth choking her with it. I had her complete attention. "Many say
that men like guns because they are extensions of their penises." She
was listening intently to every word. "I think so too. Suck it now."
She blinked her eyes closed unable to watch what I was making her do.
She began to slide her lips back and forth along the gun. I could see
that she was using her tongue on the gun's underside just like she
knew I liked. I thumbed the hammer back ready to fire into her head.
She screamed around the barrel. "You are a good cocksucker. I don't
think I can hold back any longer." I shoved the gun further in her
mouth and fired. The hammer came down with a satisfying click sound.
She screamed what was to her her last scream and fell back in to the
soft underbrush of the woods. I let go of the leash and let her fall.
The gun was long since empty. Poor thing, I had forgotten that she did
not know that. She had had a knife on me. The realization that I had
brought her in using an empty gun hit her hard. She cried. She cried
like I had ever heard her cry before. I collected up her leash and
dragged her back to her own little hell. Along the way we met up with
the dogs. They were justly proud of themselves for destroying a
blanket. I was just happy they had no torn her to pieces.  The dogs
were incredibly big and scary animals, and their presence impressed
her greatly. 

We all marched down to her hell again. I directed her to remove the
collar and replace it with the iron one again. She was sitting on the
bed emotionless defeated, looking at the floor. I placed the door back
into its hinges, and replaced the pins. I would later weld bolts onto
longer hinge pins. She would never get through that door the same way
again. I dragged her to her feet by her chain. I began beating her.
Punching her in her stomach, slapping her hard. I punched and slapped
her freely till my arm hurt. Till her arms no longer tried to protect
her body from the blows. With some of my fury vented, for the moment,
I dropped her down on her knees. She took the beating stoically. "How
did you do it cunt?  How did you get out?" She failed to answer
quickly enough. I kneeled beside her, pointing in the direction of the
iron cell door. "Its still hot how did you get through it?" She
finally offered an answer. "The power flickered then failed. I knew
from the way it had gone off you weren't coming to fuck me darling.
When the power failed the bolt dropped. I pushed it open.  I know I
was wrong darling, I won't do it again. I promise."  She finished her
confession and began to kiss along my chest with her battered and
bruised lips. "Now tell me about the collar how did you get that off?"
She kept kissing me softly tentatively. Her mouth formed the words.
"The night before when I put it on, I didn't press the lock together.
I just held it around myself." She kept up the kissing desperate to
keep me calm. I surveyed her, her feet were bleeding. Overall she was
covered with many scratched from the brush. She stank of sweat and
fear, dirt was covering her. Small twigs had been tangled in her once
perfect hair. She was not fit to receive my cock. I told her so.
"Please give me fifteen minutes darling. I'll make myself pretty for
you."

I stood and walked over to the dogs. They had curled up in the corner
to rest. They had had a big night. It wasn't every night you get to
chase down a runaway blanket. I placed leashes on the dogs. "I don't
think you need to clean yourself up. Allow me to introduce my dogs to
you. They are Mastiff's. Very strong and very big dogs as you can
tell." I pointed to the one on my right. "This ones name is Richard.
The other one over here on my left his name is Jason. I don't think
they will care what you look like or smell like cunt." I paused
watching her shake, clearly petrified again. "I think you should thank
them personally for finding you, after all anything could have
happened to you lost in the woods like that."  I walked them over to
her as I spoke. She recoiled as far away as she could soon she was
backed up into the bed and could go no farther. I walked directly up
to her, positioning a dog on surrounding her with a dog on either side
of her. "Go ahead cunt thank them for helping you find you way back
home." She was holding her face in her hands retreating into herself,
blotting out the horrible reality of what I would make her do.
Infuriated at her reaction, I slapped her hands away from her face.
Manhandling her chin to get her back here and now again. "I really
don't care how you get them off. After all it's not my dick this time.
You can blow them or let them fuck you in the cunt up even up you ass.
Hell I don't care give them hand jobs bitch. You just have to get them
off in the next 5 minutes that's all." She actually looked relieved
when I mentioned hand jobs. I sat back with my stopwatch to enjoy the
show. She reached for Richard first, how touching such loyalty she
showed to his memory.  Soon Richard had an erection filling her hand
that was bigger than mine.  She was working quickly now, building up
the excitement in the dog. I got her attention and tapped my watch.
She got the message. Five minutes would not be long enough. She would
have to do them both at the same time. One in each hand. She did well
both Richard and Jason were excited beyond containment. They were now
humping against her with great vigor. It was fascinating I had never
bred dogs, or any animal for that matter. Their physiology was
different than my own. Soon they both came all over her hands, some
splattering on her leg and some reaching the floor. She had made the
five-minute deadline. I applauded her efforts loudly "Bravo cunt, I
knew you were a hot little bitch." She was ignoring me, cleverly she
was rubbing their cum into their fur, and rubbing her legs against
their bodies. She had also ground the cum into the floor. She was
right to be afraid of their cum. I always made her eat my cum, and she
just knew I'd make her eat theirs. She was clever to dispose of it
that way. I decided to ignore it.   "Go clean yourself up cunt. Page
46 for makeup, 88 for wardrobe." She knew I had seen her dispose of
their cum, and was grateful to me that I had let it slide this time.
"How much time do I have darling?" I thought of the car, and the
shambles that she had made of the house. I held up my index finger.
"An hour." She moved to get started. I took the dogs back to their
kennel and fed them. I looked at the Mustang started it up and limped
it into the newly finished garage, I had had build on top of her
Mercedes tomb.

By the time I had returned to her I found her dressed as I had
specified sitting on the bed playing with herself. Of course I would
never know for sure just how long she had been sitting there with her
hands in her crotch waiting for me to come in and rape her but I
figured that it must have been about 15 minutes. The flush on her face
matched the lingerie I had compelled her to don for me this time. It
was pink with lace trimming. I had chosen for her a merrywidow to
wear. It had satin trim and was laced onto her body tightly to remind
her of her confinement. As if she needed any reminding. Her legs were
covered in matching pink stockings. They too were lacey, and had a
floral motif that ran the entire length of her long shapely legs. Her
legs were pressing down into the bedding, causing her heels to dig
into the folds of the covers. Her hair was gathered up, collected by a
pink scrunchie at the back of her head. She noticed me enter, but per
her instructions, she gave no hint that she realized that I had
entered. This gave the impression that she was totally absorbed in
satisfying herself. She was propped up against the headboard. I sat
and watched her play with herself. Her chest was rising and falling
with her breath. A light sheen of perspiration graced her face. She
was radiant. I lay down between her splayed legs, my head was propped
up on my hands. She was moaning between her breaths. I ran my hands up
and down her legs. I did not allow my touch to reach her flesh. I
would stop just as I reached the stocking tops. I ran my hand back and
forth along her leg just barely touching. If I could barely tell that
I was touching her, then I knew that I had just the right touch. I
teased her like this for several minutes, till I grew bored and added
my other hand to her other leg. My first hand I now let wander above
her stocking to the soft flesh of her thigh. Each pass across her legs
I would allow my hands a great range. Soon my hand was playing ever so
gently across her pussy. My hand had joined hers, masturbating her.
She had moved her other hand up to her breasts and was actively
groping herself. She was open and wet with a combination of baby oil
and he own lubrication. I knew she was open wide I was looking
straight up into her. I moved my hand ever closer to her. I inserted
two fingers into her. I sent them deep into her while she was
manipulating herself. She pressed her legs into the mattress shifting
herself up into a more upright sitting position. I pressed my fingers
deeper still chasing her as she sat upright. All the while she was
rubbing her hand against he clitoris and her outer lips. "I want to
see your tits, pull them out, and pinch your nipples till they are
hard for me." These were the first words I had spoken to her. Yet here
she was tarted up and behaving like a slut before me. Performing like
the dream whore that I was turning her in to. She did just what I had
directed she scooped her breasts out of their cups and began to pinch
and squeeze her nipple until they were pointy and swollen. I kept my
fingers with her. I didn't move them. I just kept them deep within
her. By this time in her act she was grinding her hips back and forth
simulating the movement that she would do if she had a dick in her. Or
rather if she had my dick in her, for no other man would ever have her
except me. Her acting abilities were really convincing. She had
learned over the weeks that I had kept her. If I were an observer of
her act I would have believed that she was an active participant, and
that she was completely aroused, which of course she was. It is just
that she would never achieve an orgasm. Though it looked as though she
was on the verse of a shattering climax. "That's enough cunt, go ahead
and fake your cum now." She did just that, her hand pressed my fingers
even deeper into herself. Her legs began to close around me, her back
arched tilting her head back. A deep moan of satisfaction escaped past
her lips. Most impressive, and what I was interesting is feeling was
her muscles in her cunt. They had slammed down on my fingers and were
gently grasping and releasing them ever few seconds. She did this with
her muscles about a dozen times.  As soon as it was over she looked at
me and smiled, seeking my approval. I withdrew my fingers from her,
and held them to her lips for her to clean off. She swooped down on my
fingers like a hungry eagle on its prey. I did not feel any teeth at
all scraping across my fingers. She was being very careful. There was
just the slightest hint of disgust spreading across her face but it
past quickly. If I hadn't been watching her as closely as I had I
would not have noticed. And I was certain that no one else would have
noticed it either. I lay down beside her on my stomach. "My back is
stiff, I would like a massage." She was eager to help. This was the
first time that she had performed that I had not used the crop on her
after the act. She knew that she had graduated, that she had faked it
properly this time. She had pleased her owner. "Thank you darling." I
could feel her leg brush past me as she straddled my body. She placed
he hands on me and began to gently rub my back. She pressed her hands
into my shoulders and began to squeeze and rub her thumbs into me
harder. I could feel her nails scrap against my skin. It was
delicious, goose bumps were raising up on my skin. "It was wrong of
you to try and get away cunt." She stopped her rubbing only for an
instant. "I'm sorry darling I'll never try that again. I promise." She
was waiting for a sign from me trying to gauge the level of my anger.
I was showing no anger, I remained still, and I was enjoying her touch
so much as well as her fear and confusion. "I deserve to be punished."
"You're right you do but not right now. I am enjoying your touch too
much to interrupt you just now." She was relieved and continued
rubbing and stroking my back. She had shifted her body down and was
now rubbing my lower back and ass. "Normally of course you do not get
to decide your punishment. But I would like to hear what you think
your punishment should be?" I could hear her choking on the words as
they passed her lips. "I think I should be whipped darling." I thought
for a moment. "You destroyed my property, you tried to escape. I
wrecked my car catching you. And you think that that deserves a mere
whipping?" She was still rubbing my back but by now had moved her body
down close to mine and was dragging her still pointy nipples across my
back. She was trying to arouse me to change the subject away from her
punishment. I realized that she preferred being raped by me. The sex
meant nothing to her now. Of course by now I had an erection but I
wasn't going to let her get off that easily. "Maybe you could make
me... me ." She was searching her mind for a possible torture that she
could stomach and I would be satisfied with. She was kissing my back
all over in between her words. She had by this time worked her way
down to the middle of my back. I interrupted her suggestions. "I will
punish you, but later." I felt her relax at my merciful words. "You're
getting close to my ass cunt. While you are down there you can rim
me." She froze at the words. But I could also feel her moving toward
her goal. She knew by now that she would do it. That she would do
anything that I told her do to. I would make her do these things. She
used her hands to move the cheeks of my ass apart. She began to kiss
he way toward her goal. "Remember I like it when you use your tongue."
She grunted her response. I couldn't tell but I knew it was an
indication that she would do it. Sure enough I felt her tongue passing
over the skin on my cheeks. She licked through the fur searching for
my puckered asshole. I felt her prying my cheeks apart further. Then I
felt as her tongue began to pass over the hole. She was hesitating,
scared. "Go ahead cunt stick your tongue up my ass." I could sense her
revulsion, and disgust. Nevertheless she steeled herself to her task.
I felt her tongue begin to penetrate my ass. She had it stuck out of
he face, long and pointy. I decided to help her out a bit. I pressed
myself back into her face. It opened me up a little and forced more of
her tongue into my ass. I could feel my dick growing as I though of
this pampered little bitch slurping up my ass. I had her literally
kissing my ass now. I reach back to her head and forced her into my
ass further. I chuckled thinking that certainly I was the only person
that she had ever done this with. Old man Potter could never get his
wife to do this for him. By now she was doing a good job on my ass.
Her pointy tongue was swirling around back and forth in my ass. Her
inexperience showed, she was trying the moves she had learned on my
cock with my ass. It was working, I was bigger than ever and grinding
myself into the sheets like a horny dog humping a leg. I pinched my
ass on her tongue trapping her writhing me. She tried to continue her
in and out movements, but she couldn't. I was holding her mouth
pressed hard against my asshole. She panicked and began to bleat into
me. Her natural reaction to my restricted sphincter was to try and
pull away. I used all my strength to keep her pressed against me. She
kept pulling back away from me. I loved her frustration. All good
thing must come to an end, so I slowly relaxed my ass. Eventually she
pulled herself free and sat back on her heels shaken by the
experience. I rolled over on my back, and moved up till I had my head
resting upon the headboard. My cock was pointing straight up like a
flagpole. She sat there disgusted, holding he hands over her mouth.
She was subtlety trying to rub the taste from her mouth. I noticed
this and she stopped. "Climb aboard and fuck yourself." She moved
toward me. She looked lovely in her frills. Her curves were
exaggerated by the merrywidow. Soon she was straddling my dick. I
watched as she sank herself down on me. The feeling was exquisite. I
lay back and let Mrs. Potter do all the work. She was raping herself
on me, and pretending to love it. As soon as she had sunk down to the
root of me. She began to raise and lower herself on me. I watched as I
slid in and out of her for a few minutes. I placed my hands on her
wide hips and encouraged her to pick up the pace. She got the message,
Soon her tits were flying all over the place as she bounced up and
down on me. She had her eyes closed unable to view the scene before
her. I began to wonder where she was when I was raping her. Where she
let herself travel to in her mind to keep her from going mad. The
though of her thinking of fucking someone else pissed me off.
Particularly, when she could be thinking of her lover. I began to turn
my anger into action. Bucking my hips up into her as she came crashing
down on the return stroke. Her hips flared out as they were, provided
the perfect handles to grab her by. I slammed into her hard causing
her to loose her balance. She fell forward into me. Her hands found
themselves pressed into my chest steadying her from falling into me.
Her breasts were brought close enough if I lifted my head. I took one
into my mouth, slurping it up as if it were a liquid. I sucked it in
as deep as I could trying to stuff the entire tit into my mouth. I
wanted to be smothered in her. I wanted to get myself so deep into
her. So deep that she would never be able to separate us again. So
that there would always be a piece of me inside her. As I drove myself
into her I could se that she still had her eyes closed to me. Her lips
hung slack and pouting, she was panting in needed air. Some of her
hair had fallen out of the scrunchie and was hanging down the sides of
her face. She was fucking me on automatic. I slapped her face, and our
eyes locked on each other. I had her attention now. I had taken her
from her detached safe place back here with me in her dungeon. "Keep
fucking me cunt." I relaxed again and lay back. I stopped what little
movement I had been doing again making her do all the work again. I
was determined to enjoy a nice long fuck with her. But as nearly
always the case, her beauty and the rush of power overwhelmed me.
Power I had over her. Power that could make this woman my toy. I
pulled her down close to me. Our sweat soaked bodies pressing into
each other. Her garment scratched me as we ground against each other.
I hunched up into her one last time lifting her up of the bed
slightly. She timed her fake climax expertly, clamping her pussy down
on my dick. Milking me for all I was worth. She lay limply on top of
me panting and still milking me with her cunt. I held her close to my
body like that for several minutes running my hands up and down her
satin encased back. I could feel her heart beating in her chest as she
lay against me.	I picked up her head staring at her face. She
presented me with a smile trying to please me. I was very pleased. I
pulled her head to my lips and began to kiss her deeply	allowing my
tongue freedom to explore her mouth. She smelled great, an aroma of
her cheap perfume, sweat and sex. Dropping my head back I let her
continue to kiss me. I was still in her enjoying her warmth and
moisture. "Kiss your way down my body and suck me off." She kept
kissing me, but began to move her way down toward my chest. I did not
intend to use her mouth with a ring gag this time. It was good with
the gag, but with out it would be better. I did not fear her biting
me. I had a new scheme to keep her in line, and shared it with her.
"If you try to bite my cock off it won't do you any good. It won't
kill me, I won't kill you either. I'll keep you alive. I always have
another couple of cocks around here for you to service." It was a not
so oblique reference to the dogs that I had named after her former
suitors, Richard and Jason. I was sure that was enough to ensure her
obedience. She had moved down to my crotch and was kissing and licking
at my pubic hair. "I could always get your sister to join you here,
she's a lot younger that you, so I could keep her a long long time."
She pressed her lips around the head of my cock and began to press
downward. Her lips were pressed tightly together for the moment. She
allowed the head of my cock to pry her lips apart and enter her mouth.
"I hear your sister likes dogs too!" She had now let the first half of
me into her mouth. Her hair had come undone and I could not see the
disgust on her face. I wanted to she the effort etched on her face.
Reaching down I moved her hair up out of the way. Her eyes were
clamped shut as always when I made her blow me. There were some tears
as well but not nearly the volume of the first time I had used her
mouth. She was getting used to this too. Soon she would be sucking me
off with all the enthusiasm and skill of a porn queen. I used her
bundled hair as a handle to guide her movements to make them just how
I wanted them for the first few minutes. Until she got the hang of it,
and matched the rhythm that I wanted her to. My whole dick was jammed
down her throat now, I could feel it bending around her throat as she
swallowed it down. I did not allow her to use her hands to touch my
cock when she sucked me, that was the first lesson I had taught her.
But I did allow her to use her hands to cradle my nuts in her hands to
keep them from bouncing around too much. When she was down on me
completely I held her there, thrusting upwards into her with a few
short quick jabs into her hot compliant mouth. She had no option but
to swallow as quickly as she could, or she would gag on my cum. Of
course she would have lapped it up like nectar for fear of angering
me, but this way she had no choice. As she lay beside me nursing on my
softening penis the realization that I had her completely under my
power hit me. Not once during the blowjob had she even come close to
injuring me. She could have done it this time to lull me into a
vulnerable mind set before she struck. That was always a possibility,
but I felt it more likely that the threat of involving her sister in
her torture was enough to keep her in line. She would have to be able
to kill me cleanly before she would try anything. If I could keep her
free from temptation then I could keep her hear forever. Or until she
became a bore to me.  I pushed her off me stood and handed her her
collar. She took it from me and fastened it around her neck. I grabbed
the chain and gave it a quick yank, her head snapped back. I was
testing that it was on her securely. A ritual that I now would
introduce just to make sure she was not trying anything funny. She
thought the session was over and began to walk back to the makeup room
to reverse the preparation ritual. "I haven't given you permission to
leave yet cunt."  She stopped in her tracks, turning around to face
me. Fear had spread through her face, she had angered me, if only
slightly. Now she would pay yet again. 

I gestured for her to follow me and walked to the night table. I held
up the handcuffs for her to put on herself. She folded her arms behind
her back. I could hear the ratcheting action as she fastened them to
her wrists behind her back. I surveyed my property. Her chest was
thrust out proudly by having her arms trapped behind her. Looking
straight into her eyes I licked my fingertips and began to twist her
nipples between my fingers. At first she tried not to react to the
pain. So I have to always win right? It didn't take much additional
pressure to have her thinking right again. Her face twisted with the
pain. "I'm sorry darling..I ..I thought you were done with me." I gave
her nips a final twist. "I'm not done with till I tell you. Got it
cunt."  She nodded, then remembered that I expected a verbal response.
"Yes darling." I lay down on my back in the middle of the bed. She
looked at me expecting the worst. "I'm going to take a little nap now.
Your going to keep my dick in you mouth till I wake up." She moved and
sat down on the edge of the bed, preparing herself. "Most men get
several erections though out the night. I expect that I will too.
You're a lucky girl aren't you cunt?" "Yes darling I'm a lucky girl."
"You are indeed you get to suck my dick all night long. Get started."
She moved quickly, her mouth easily popped my soft cock into her
mouth. She began tonguing it lightly. "If during my sleep you feel me
get hard, get me off and swallow all my cum. Understand cunt." She
merely nodded her head this time, too fearful of breaking  contact
with me. I lay back expecting to enjoy the most rest full night of
sleep in years.

My night was filled with erotic dreams that were surreal in nature. I
was back I high school meeting my first serious girlfriend again. I
was standing at my locker in the hallway, and I could see her
approaching me out of the corner of my eye. She walked right up to me
and we kissed. The kiss melted away just as it began and I found
myself diving off the high board into a pool of shaving cream. There
were snakes falling from unseen blackness to join me in bed, and
screams of women accompanying orgies of ass fucking starring yours
truly. Too weird. 

I woke to find her just where I had left her she was only half-awake
now. But she had done it she had maintained contact with me while I
slept. I had only had a nap of slightly longer than 4 hours. But it
felt that I had slept for days. I don't think that cunt had such a
good night. I pushed her of and sat up in bed, time for breakfast. At
least for me. I knew she had a full tummy and probably wasn't all that
hungry. I freed her arms and she thanked me for dong so. "How many
times cunt." She looked back at me "Twice darling." She could be
right, my dick felt like it had been put through the mill alright. Now
I'm through with you." She rose to go clean herself up and go back to
her cell. "That is unless you'd like to play with Richard and Jason."
She paused terrified at their names. "Would you like that cunt? Would
you like to get fucked by my doggies?" She turned to face me, her eyes
I could tell were searching pleading with me for the answer she
thought that I wanted. "I...I 'd like whatever you would like me to
like darling." I nodded, she had had the courage to get the answer
right. "Maybe some other time." I knew she'd be good for a long time
now. She left the room relieved to have escaped me at least for the
time being. 

I had some skullduggery to attend to in town. I puttered around the
house most of the day. I decided to check on the status of my
business. I need not have worried all was well. I checked on cunt
throughout the day. She was laying in her cell of course, sleeping
soundly every time I checked on her. Being a sex slave must be tiring.
I waited till it was late at night. I packed up some supplies and set
off in my Bronco. I made a beeline right to Vicki's house. It was set
on a cul-de-sac, in one of the toneier parts of town. I parked about a
mile away on the street near a restaurant. I made my way through the
neighborhood, down the alleyways to her house. The streets were
deserted, not even a barking dog. Soon I was in the lane behind her
house. My trip was one of gathering intelligence. I found her
trashcans, Its amazing what you can learn by going through someone's
trash. Not this time though, they were empty. I wanted to plant a bug
in her house, and on her phone. The phone I could do from the outside.
I checked my flashlight, it was working. I had climbed up the
telephone pole about 10 feet when her garage door opened. I certainly
couldn't go down. Up wasn't much of an option either. I froze,
movement draws attention. She drove past me, without even seeing me.
She drove away, her garage door was just starting to slide closed. Ten
feet is a big jump, I found out that the ground is quite hard when you
jump from that high. I sprinted to the closing door but I was not
going to make it. I tossed by bag of tools at the door. It slid under
the door, it tripped the electric eye reversing the doors movement.
Next stop the NBA.   I hadn't counted on such an easy entry. There was
no telling how much time I had, I decided to work quickly. There were
a few phones scattered about her house. I decided upon the one in her
home office. Near her computer. Hmmm. I powered it on. Enter password,
stupid bitch. Restart press f8. Number 5 command prompt only. Soon I
was at a dos prompt. Good old dos. dir *.pwl /s One file found,
vicky.pwl. Renamed to vicky.old - reboot. Bye bye pathetic windows
password. Lets see ....start - find - files or folders. Containing
text - - murder. No files found. Containing text - - kill. No files
found. Containing text - - potter. One file found. I opened it up. It
was a planning document, on possible defense strategy for the two
lovers. The file predated the attempt on Potters life. My little
conspiracy had just widened to include the rising legal star Victoria.
I was so involved in my discovery that the feel of the gun on my neck
was quite a surprise. "Who are you." I recognized the voice it was
Stacey's lover. Correction Stacey's former lover. I am Stacey's lover
now. He pressed the gun harder into me, repeating the question. It was
more imaginative than "freeze motherfucker." I really didn't think he
had it in him. "I am an investigator. Actually I'm working for an
acquaintance of yours. Stacy Potter." I could sense his confusion, and
took advantage of his bewilderment. I snapped at his gun hand, both my
hands were on the gun trying to wrestle it from his hand. I was making
progress. I had the gun twisting backward. We had fallen to the floor
and were thrashing about wildly. He was a bit more of a handful that
Stacy. I put more pressure on the gun trying to wrestle it from his
grasp. I finally put my body into it. His trigger finger, trapped in
the trigger guard snapped as I pushed it back too far. The gun also
fired. I felt no pain, but I did feel a rush of air being forced from
him as the bullet entered him. There was no scream from him, he was
still fighting though. I tore the gun from his broken hand. By now I
had rolled on top of him. Thankfully I had won. I shoved the gun into
his face and fired, three, four shots. Maybe even five who knew. There
was nothing left of his face by the time I was done. I collapsed back
against a cabinet. The guilty had been punished in this case.
Certainly more than the courts ever would have. My hands were covered
in blood and tissue from his head. I removed the gloves I was wearing
turned them inside out and replaced them with another pair from my
bag. Be prepared! I could hear the garage door mechanism operating.
She had been gone little more than half an hour. Moving to the door
leading to the garage I lay in wait for her behind it. She never saw
me never knew who jabbed the taser into her at contact range. She went
down like a sack of potatoes. The groceries she carried with her
scattered on the floor. She fell her skirt riding up halfway up her
thigh. I knew what I had to do. I my new found role as avenger, I had
to punish the guilty. Stacy was guilty, and I was punishing her. Her
lover was guilty and I certainly punished him. And now Victoria was
guilty as well. I had to punish her as well. First things first. Back
into the garage I search for something suitable to tie her up with. I
only had a few minutes at best. I found a roll of NOMOX electrical
cable. I ties her hands behind her back, and wound it around and
around her wrists. I needed wire cutters to trim off the excess. She
was coming around already. Her ankles were next. I had them bound just
as she was coming around. I quickly finished with her knees and
elbows, which I pulled behind her tightly. I placed the canvas,
environmentally friendly grocery bag on her head and fastened that
around her neck with some more wire. She hadn't seen me yet I didn't
want her to either. Not just yet. I surveyed my handy work she was not
going anywhere soon. Quickly I found her bedroom.   Her luggage was
Gucci, I filled if with her clothes, and frillies. This was all so
sudden I had not planned this at all, It was madness. Her toiletries
and jewels were hastily packed as well. It must have taken me only ten
minutes. Rushing down the stairs back to the hallway where I had left
her, I found her gone. The carpet however gave her away. She had
wriggled like a worm down the length off the hall toward the foyer and
the front door. I ignored her there. Instead I placed the suitcases in
her cars trunk. By the time I returned to her she had reached the
front door. What good that did her was a mystery to me she certainly
could never open the door bound as she was. I dragged her screaming
back to the door leading into the garage. She wouldn't stop screaming.
So I kicked her till she stopped. In between kicks, I yelled for her
to shut up. I picked up the groceries and placed them in a plastic bag
in the car. By the time I returned to her this time she had not moved
an inch. She must have been exhausted. Being tiedup and struggling is
very tiring, not to mention being kicked into submission. 

It took only a few minutes to bundle her into her car, an STS
Cadillac. Her taste for cars was clearly in her ass. At least it was
domestic. Putting her in the truck was a bad idea. She could always
rip out the tails light, or sigmal in some other manner. Her car was
just big enough that I could lay her down on the floor of the
backseat. When I pushed the drivers seat as far back as it went it
effectively trapped her there. I opened her garage door and drove off
with her. I had left Jason dead to be found, the file still displayed
on her computer screen. Someone would find the scene, I wondered what
they would make of it. As I drove back to the farm she was quiet, not
uttering a sound. Not till I stopped at a light. A car pulled up
beside us, a taxi. She began to scream for help, that someone should
call the police. I jabbed the taser into her again and fired. Soon all
was quiet again. Smiling at the cabbie I reached down and turned the
stereo on. I found a station that suited my tastes. Nothing like the
real oldies. Cole Porter: You do something to me. A true classic.
Tomorrow I would have to get my auto club to tow my Bronco back to the
farm. It would be expensive, but obtaining something of quality was
always worth it.




If you have content idea for poor Stacey's and now Victoria's future
appearances please send them along to:


special_kwa@hotmail.com 

I told you I was partial to blondes!


Special thanks to all who have submitted content ideas. (You know who
you are, by the events you have seen).  


Here's wishing you all have a healthy fantasy life.















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