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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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Just wanted to give something back to the internet community.
Hope all you fellow pervs enjoy.
Prologue
I'm not a bad guy, really. She deserved everything that she
got from me. But by the end of reading this story you may have formed
another opinion. It all started when I was driving down the highway,
home to my country farm house minding my own business, for a change.
The scanner that I used in my business was lying on the passenger seat
of the mobile home that I had rented for my latest job, a surveillance
job; you know the kind typical jealous husband case. Poor boy thought
his wife was fooling around on him. She was of course, they always
are. By the time the guy suspects it is always too late. But they pay
me anyway, it's a living, and quite a good one too. My business was
thriving. I hardly worked at all anymore. Only those cases that
interested me. Like this wife case, what a looker. No wonder she was
cheating on her husband. Hot bitch like that could never stay
faithful. Not with all the temptations that would befall a beautiful
woman like her. Think about it. If you looked like that then everyone
would want to get in your pants. If everyone would want to get in her
pants then everyone would try. Sooner or later she would give into
temptation. The law of averages. Anyway, where was I. My scanner that
I had turned off was suddenly crackling to life. Guess I hadn't turned
it off after all. I hardly paid attention to the cellular
conversation, between a man and a woman. The usual lovey dovey stuff
you hear all the time. Their conversation soon took an interesting
turn when the man said "I wish that old fucker would just up ad die on
you so we could be together forever." The woman paused briefly then
responded in a serious tone of voice. "You never know what may happen
darling, he does after all have a very serious heart problem. His
doctor's tell him that even a little excitement could kill him." Just
as this little bitch finished her sentence I passed through a highway
underpass, his response was cut off. By he time I emerged all I could
hear was her laughter in response. Even her laughter was practiced and
calculating. She eventually caught her breath responding through
gasps "No to do it that way I'd actually have to start fucking him
again." I had managed to fumble a bit with the tape recorder but I
managed to get most of their conversation on tape I maneuvered the
lumbering mobile home to the shoulder at the next traffic light. As I
rolled to a stop her voice cut out on the conversation I could still
hear his though meaning a building or an underpass was blocking her.
She came back on line strong a clear Checking my mirrors I could
hardly believe my eyes. It had to be her racing up to the same red
light that I was at. Her driving a convertible made it remarkably
easy to check her out. She was a wet dream on legs. She had lots and
lots of long red curly hair that stopped at her shoulder blades. She
was tall and thin. Though it was impossible to tell just how tall due
to her sitting in the car. She sat upright in her seat, her good
posture displaying her chest proudly. She had a great deal to be proud
of. They had to be fake. Everything else about her was. Her incredible
body was wrapped, tightly in a light green dress that was so short I
found myself staring at her hemline desperately trying to will it
higher by only a half inch or so. That would be enough. My staring
had by this time become noticed. "Darling, I'll see you in 5 minutes.
I'm looking forward to testing your ticker. I do so hope you'll
survive." She finished her joke with a pout directed to my gaze. He
laughed and they hung up. Still glaring at me she criticized, "It's
not polite to stare, Mister." Being impolite I stared back ignoring
her, as she shot me a disgusted look and sped off, to her illicit
liaison with her lover. Whoever he was he was a lucky man.
Instinctively, I glanced at her plate, it read POTTER 3. The
realization hit me as hard as I had hit the gas pedal. This woman was
the wife of Richard Potter. Christ he was practically in a wheelchair
he was so decrepit. Being his third wife I chuckled in speculation as
to whether the plate referred to the third car in his fleet or her as
his third and latest trophy wife. If she and her asshole boyfriend had
their way, then she would most definitely be Richard Potter's final
wife. His holdings were in the hundreds of millions of dollars. Being
a successful real estate developer. It was of course impossible to
keep up with her Mercedes ragtop. But I tried none the less. Way up in
the distance I thought I saw the distinctive taillights of her car
take the next exit. That exit was about ten miles past my farmhouse. I
proceeded to the exit and pulled over to the curb. Leaving the RV
parked by the side of the highway. From here on out I would proceed on
foot. It took me a little over an hour of walking thought the
satellite community to find her car. When I did I barely had the
time to jot down the address of the property that she had parked in
front of before she reemerged, her heels dangling from her left hand.
They embraced passionately one more time as she scampered back to the
car. Just before she started the car he called out. "Told you I'd
survive!" She smiled back a wry smile, then replied. "Let's hope my
performance has a greater impact on my husband." Another
conspiratorial look passed between them and she was off. I waited
still a few minutes till she was out of sight, and he had gone back
into the house, before I began to make my way down from the hills to
the RV I had left. As I walked slowly back I began to formulate a
plan. A plan that would satisfy everyone involved. I could save a
life. Punish a murderous pair. And most delightfully of all provide
myself with a play partner of uncommon provocativeness. After all if
she was willing to be the trophy wife on one man for mer money. They I
should surely be able to to keep her interested in me, to keep her ass
out of jail. Or more precisely out of a formal jail and in my own
private jail. I of course had to decide, if the prospect of getting
caught was worth the reward of possessing her all to myself. As I
pulled the RV into the farmyard, I had decided that if I could come up
with a plan that was feasible it would be worth the risk. I had some
natural advantages that would make the caper easier. Firstly, the
location of my home. It was remote and the nearest neighbor was nearly
5 miles distant. Secondly, the property was large nearly 8 acres in
size. Clearly large enough that I could build a suitable facility to
house her for a long long time. Most others who had attempted similar
imprisonment's had grossly underestimated the amount of space it takes
to properly care for such a prisoner. I would not make that mistake.
Thirdly, I was wealthy enough and my business was well enough
established that I could take considerable time away from it and it
would not suffer the least. This facet was essential. Fourthly, there
was no connection between her and myself whatsoever that could be
traced. Most often the authorities look for some connection between
the perpetrator and the victim to solve the crime. That is in part
what makes serial killers so difficult to track. In this case there
would be none, save our interlude at the stoplight, and perhaps some
tire and footprint evidence near her lovers house. I judged these to
be insignificant. There were few disadvantages that I could see. But
one was significant. They were planning on killing Mr. Potter. And it
seemed that they were planing it soon. I had to come up with a plan
and implement it quickly, ideally within a week. A near impossibility.
A second disadvantage was of course her nature. She was tall and very
strong willed. Breaking her would be challenging. But I reasoned that
this would make the conquest that much more sweet & satisfying. I
decided that preparing a future home for her would be less of a
problem than actually capturing her. I spent a sleepless night
formulating, analyzing, and ultimately rejecting plans. Then just
before dawn it hit me like a bolt of lightning. The plan that was so
good it must succeed.
Planning & Execution
I began by making phone calls feverishly. And by cutting some
checks. Big ones for some excavating around the property, and its
various structures. There was a barn that I used to store my various
vehicles. The main farm house, a massive structure really. Turn of the
century home, with a shallow cellar with stone walls that extended up
to form the walls of the first of the three floors of the house. There
were a pair of mobile homes on the back portion of the property. One
of which was passed its prime. The other one was the nicest a mobile
home can get. Near the barn I had the excavators cut a huge pit in
the ground 15 feet deep, 35 feet long and 20 feet wide. I explained
that I was putting in a pool. Adjacent to the farmhouse I had them
carve a trench that was 40 feet wide and over 100 feet long. The
contractors naturally assumed that I was building an addition to the
farmhouse. Which of course I was. The next day after they left I cut
a doorway into the basement of the farmhouse that opened into trench.
The wall that I cut through was slightly over a foot thick of solid
stone. Extremely soundproof from the basement of the house. I leased
a tow truck and dragged the decent mobile home into the trench and
used the dozer blade mounted on the front of the tow truck and a small
bobcat tractor to back fill over the mobile home. Completely entombing
it beneath the earth. From the house basement I roughed in a door
making it look like a closet. However, the back of the closet opened
up into the mobile home. Which I then setup to renovating for its
eventual guest. The renovation of the mobile home took me 3 more days
to arrange. Renting vehicles for surveillance was nothing new in my
business. So of course it did not raise any concerns. In addition to
the tow truck and the RV, I also rented a Mercedes just like hers, to
experiment on. Which I then promptly returned after my plan had been
fully developed. All this took 4 days. During the nights I learned
her habits. She was quite a creature of habit visiting her lover on
each night that I watched her. I used a different vehicle to surveil
her on each night. She first stopped at her fitness club. Ostensibly
to workout, but in fact it was a brief stop to change clothes, into
something far sluttier. This night she changed into a strapless black
dress, that was being seriously challenged by gravity & her breasts.
It took her a solid half-hour to change into her slutwear and another
45 minutes to reach his house. Which she stayed at for an hour. Her
fitness club was open 24 hours a day and she used it again on her way
back reversing her steps back into the arms of her unsuspecting
husband. On the weekend she did some clothes shopping and had lunch
with a friend of hers, who was likely living the life of a trophy
wife. They parted with a kiss, which was surprisingly passionate. I
jotted down the plate of the girlfriend. I would run it later. Who
knows it might prove to be interesting. I had decided to grab her
this Monday before she got her chance to fuck the boyfriend. She
parked at the fitness club and rushed into the building to change. I
to began to rush. I figured that I had 30 minutes. But I wanted to be
done in 20 minutes. In case she was horny and wanted to hurry to her
lover's arms. Looking around no one noticed me as a scooted under the
car with a wrench and an oil catch tray. I had rehearsed the moved
before and soon I had removed the drain plug from her radiator and
collected all the fluid. It took me only 10 minutes, and I did not
jostle the car enough to set of the alarm. While I worked it pleased
me to realize that she was preparing herself for me instead of her
lover this night. I knew from my experiments that, she would soon be
on the side of the highway disabled and helpless. It began to rain and
got distinctly colder while she was changing. She must have been told
this as she came out of the club. She had not yet fixed her hair. But
she was all dressed up as usual. This time in a pink dress and
matching heels that hobbled her as she ran to the convertible, and
began to struggle to raise the roof back onto the car. She wore no
hose on her legs; whether she had underwear on I could not tell but
then realized that I would soon find out for first hand. She
hurriedly fixed her makeup, and finished her hair as her car warmed up
in the parking lot. She waited a few more minutes and moved out back
onto the highway. I maneuvered out of the lot and followed her, after
I had given her a 5-minute head start. Sure enough, just as I had
planned I found her pulled over to the side of the road. She was
sitting in her car, trapped by the breakdown and the driving rain. I
pulled the tow truck off to the side right in front of her car.
Snapped on the lights and slowly walked back to her car. Her power
windows had been disable due to the vehicle overheating and seizing up
on her. She cracked the door open. "Need help miss?" I offered. "Yes
I do! I don't know what it could be this is a very good car." I
studied the car up and down. "I usually drive American myself." She
gave me the kind of look that I expected. "Pop the hood, I'll have a
look for you." She did not respond, but I heard the hood pop. I
fooled around under the hood for a few minutes, while she preened
checking herself with the car mirror. I coaxed her out of the car and
into the rain. To show her what I had found. "It's very simple really.
Your radiator has no fluid in it. See down there." I pointed. "There
is no drain plug there anymore. It must've shaken itself out." "That's
just great." She exclaimed while stamping about in the rain. " I have
an important meeting to get to tonight." "Not in this car you don't" I
interrupted. Her voice was taking on a distinctly whiney tone. "What
am I supposed to do now?" She then gave me her 'help poor me routine'
that she undoubtedly used to get out of countless tickets, and many
free gifts from her husband. I rubbed my chin and thought for a
moment. "Well I 'm on my way home. I could tow you to my garage just
down the road. And you could them make arrangements from there." Her
face brightened a little at the suggestion. Then I hit her with the
kicker. "You may be able to make your meeting, still." That did it.
The prospect of making it to her fuck festival overcame the usual
doubts. "Go ahead and wait in the truck while I hook up your car."
Before I had finished the sentence she had run off to the cab of the
truck. Leaving me in the rain to finish. I attached the chains from
the truck to the front of her car and began winching it up the slanted
deck of the flatdeck pickup truck. Soon I had he car secured to the
truck. As I was chaining up the car I looked into the truck cab. And
thought to myself that I would soon be repeating the chaining up on
her. After tightening up the chains securing her car I jumped back
into the cab to find her bending down trying to clean off the mud from
her shoes. After I had settled in she sat up. I found myself staring
at her boobs. Her nipples had become quite visible through the wet
clinging fabric of her dress. She covered herself with her hands. "Do
you mind." She snapped. I mumbled an apology. Then poured myself a
coffee from the thermos I kept there. I was just about to drink it.
When she snapped. "Aren't you going to offer me some." I mumbled yet
another apology and handed the shivering woman my cup, and the
thermos. While she drank I put the truck into gear, and was about to
move out when I stared at her again. "Buckle your seat belt for
safety." She finished the coffee, handing it back to me and buckled
up. The seat belt clicked with a snap. This snap brought about a huge,
ear to ear grin from me. And I began to laugh softly as we moved back
to the highway. She shot me a quizzical glance but did not ask what I
thought was so funny. Had she asked I'm sure that I would have been to
overcome with delight to answer her properly. That the whole episode
of capturing her was soooo easy. We had been driving for about 5
minutes. She took in a deep breath cleared her throat and asked. "What
is the name of the garage that you are taking me to?" And continued
reaching into her purse. "I want to call my husband to pick me up." As
she finished mumbling out the sentence, she was retrieving her cell
phone from her purse. The phone was glowing in the cab of the truck,
and flashing indicating that she had already hit some sort of speed
dialer feature on her phone. Panicked I, stood on the brake pedal
with all my strength. The tires of the truck screamed nearly as loudly
as she did. Capitalizing on her confusion I slapped the phone from her
hand. It bounced around the floor of the truck. I quickly retrieved it
and switched it off before the person she was dialing picked up the
line. Staring at her I savored her confusion. It was a simple matter
to pop the case off the phone and remove the battery from the phone.
The twenty-hour days I had put in during the last week had likely
caused my failure to remember the cell phone. I tossed my near fatal
mistake back to the floor of the truck. Her lovely disbelieving green
eyes followed the phone to the floor. By the time she turned her face
back o mine. I noticed that her eyes had been dulled ever so slightly
from the Rohipnol that was in the coffee. Had she not had the phone,
and pressed the mater she would have been out cold by the time we
reached the farmhouse. The entire episode was so fabulously
delightful I could easily acquire all her movements. Her pink encased
lips formed an O as she let out a scream that I'm sure could be heard
for miles. Her hands immediately flew to the door handle. Frantically
pulling on it. Vainly of course as I had taken the precaution of
disabling it days before. She was bouncing around in the seat, her
pleasant curves straining nearly as hard as she was to escape. Some of
her long, perfectly manicured nails snapped off cleanly as she next
tried the seatbelt. But alas, that to was disabled by myself also, and
remained locked tightly closed around her body. I expected her to
come to her senses when she realized that escape was impossible. But
she surprised me completely. Despite my surprise, her attack on me was
easy to deflect. I am a very big man. I shoved my right forearm under
her chin, and leaned into her with all my weight. Her upper body was
forced back to her side of the truck. Her screams stopped abruptly.
Replaced with gurgles. Her eyes closed tightly, squeezing out tears,
which flowed down her cheeks. Her attack ended as her arms clutched at
my forearm. Futilely trying to relieve the pressure on her throat.
Her magnificent body forced back as it was being pressed upon my own.
Providing a tantalizing taste of the delights that were in my future.
Using my free left arm I took a moment to explore my new captive. Her
dress had ridden up during her struggles. My hand traced down her body
feeling the fineness of the material. Then downward till I began
encountering her skin. Then downward still further, past her belly to
the promise of her hair. Of course I stopped just before reaching it.
As she had managed to realize the futility of her position. Her
struggles eased eyes now open. She managed to croak out past my
crushing forearm a single work that "Please" she begged. Very softly
and full of hope. For pleading was all she had left. Her pink lips
trembled. I pressed my lips to hers in a crushing kiss. My left hand
meanwhile, I had balled up into a fist, that I pressed home into her
unprotected belly, twice, and then a third time. No way to treat a
lady, I know. My plan was not quite perfect, this time. I pulled off
her body back to my side. She doubled over retching into her thighs.
Her arms coiled tightly around her body. Grabbing her left wrist I
straightened out her arm. There was no fight left in her. All that
passed her lips was some grunting noises and some saliva as I fastened
2 pairs of handcuff on her. Leaning down to her ankles I secured them
with some large quick ties. They made a confident zipping sound as I
fastened them around her knees also. This was a precaution really, as
we both knew that she was going nowhere. Soon the Rohipnol worked
its making and doused her consciousness completely. Her body swayed
and bounced limply with the bumps in the road, as we traveled. She
continued to moan sweetly. I considered gagging her as a further
precaution. But quickly dismissed it. I was enjoying the sounds she
was making as I drove. Besides I figured I had a good 12 hours before
she was going to be any trouble. And by then I expected to have her
completely subdued, for good.
Her New Life Begins
I arrived at the farmhouse uneventfully, and drove the truck
and her car straight into the barn. Closing the doors behind us, I
allowed myself the first of many celebratory "touchdown dances",
accompanied with several whoops of excitement. Retrieving a knife I
cut the seat belt and fireman carried her to the house. Then down into
the basement and into the subterranean mobile home I had so carefully
prepared for her. I secured her in a corner of the bedroom section
with a heavy iron collar. I was jealous of the sleep she was trapped
within, but quickly ran back to the barn. I started up the truck and
drove it across the yard. Backing it up carefully to the future site
of my "pool". The Mercedes slid down into the pit with a loud crash
that carried for miles in the chill night air. Anyone that heard it
would have thought it an accident. I tossed the cell phone and the
battery into the pit, and set about using the dozer blade on the front
of the pickup truck to bury the car. What a waste, that hurt. It took
me only a few hours to backfill in the pit. Soon I the next few days
a landscaper would arrive to reshape the area and plant some sod. My
pool would be changed into a concrete pad and a proper garage, for my
cars. To be fashioned by a separate contractor. I collected her
purse and her high heels and went back to check on her. She was still
out like a light. I slapped her face a few times to be certain. She
failed to respond. I took the opportunity to shower and catch some
shut-eye. I fitted her with a bell, just like the pretty kitty that
she is. I slept soundly and well. I awoke to find her exactly as I
had left her, chained in a corner. I watched her for a while then made
some final preparations. Soon she awoke to her surroundings; a normal
room with a large bed and a heavy steel door in one wall. I watched
her eyes follow the chain that led from the collar around her neck to
a recessed block buried in the floor beneath a rail that ran off
directly opposite the bed into the wall where a heavy curtain lay
against the wall leading into another room. That way she could stand
and walk from room to room. All the while remaining securely chained.
She turned her face back to mine. I was sitting on the bed. Our eyes
met, and I tried my first command. "On your feet, NOW" I shouted. She
was quick to comply, as quick as her unsure legs could raise her. She
was tall nearly 5'10". Her hands were clutching at her collar as
though she could remove it with her explorations. She was shaking with
fear. The moment was nearly as I imagined it. It was worthy of a
speech, which I had thoughtfully prepared. "Listen Carefully" I
began. "It must be clear by now that I have gone to a great deal of
preparation to own you. And that is what I do now. I own you. I own
you as completely as I own my own body, my own feet. A book, my car,
or this house." I paused to let my little speech sink in. "Do you
understand?" She mouthed the word 'yes' but it came out as a whisper.
She nodded her head to reinforce her whispered word. She had retreated
into the corner of the room pressing her body firmly into the walls.
"Good" I responded. "Pickup your shoes and put them on." She bent over
demurely trying to hide her body from me as she did so, placing her
shoes back on her feet smoothly. She stood up again. Before she had a
chance to try and cover herself with her hands. I instructed her to
keep them at her sides. "Walk over to me, slowly." She began, and I
spoke further instructions. "You will not speak, or move unless I
grant permission. You will follow all orders, quickly accurately, and
with a smile on you face. Is that clear?" She nodded her
understanding, without speaking. By this time she was close enough
for me to reach out and grab, which I did around her left thigh,
pulling her close to me. She was trembling in fear. I ran my face
across her dress covering her flat stomach. The warmth coming off her
body was intense; I squeezed the flesh of her leg. It was surprisingly
soft and pliant. Her figure was sumptuous, matching her texture. These
first few touches were wonderful, as was her reaction. She was
standing rigid, desperately trying to maintain her composure. I pushed
her away; she traveled about six feet. "I see how well you are
obeying, and that pleases me greatly. The collar you are wearing, I
hope someday to remove it. However, while it is on I want you to
notice this." I picked up a small polished wooden box. It had a switch
on top & a cable running from it to the wall. I advanced the switch to
the first position. She gave a small cry as she felt the electricity
began to flow through the collar and her body. I switched it off.
Having got her attention I continued. "You see you must always obey!
Or you will feel intense pain." I saw the understanding sink in and
she nodded and sniffled again. "Dance for me." She looked back
confused; I merely nodded and gestured for her to begin. Her body
began to sway back and forth to some unheard music that was running
through her head. She was eyeing mere nervously while she swayed no
doubt assessing me and my motives, and intentions. "Take your clothes
off." She of course hesitated slightly before she bent her arms up
behind her back, and unzipped the dress. She shrugged the dress off
her shoulders. Its downward fall was stopped by her large breasts,
which stretched the material tight across her form. She stretched the
material peeling it of her body, like the second skin that it was. She
wore no bra, not needing one. Nor did she wear panties, a pleasant
surprise. Her long legs stepped free of the dress and she clutched it
tightly to her body, as thought it could offer some protection from
me. The dance was completely forgotten by now. "You can drop the dress
now. After all, you won't be wearing clothes much from now on, so you
don't have to worry about keeping them nice." I watched her hands
release the dress one finger at a time until there was only one finger
holding it in front of her. I was on the verge of ordering her to
hurry up, but I managed to stop myself. The longer she took the
greater her torture would be, as well as my pleasure. At last her
dress fell crumpled around her heels, which shifted back and forth
nervously. I got the first look at her body. Long, long shapely legs,
reaching her widely flared hips, which then tapered back to a trim
waist. An exaggerated hourglass figure, topped off by a flawless face
adorned with wide full lips and bright expressive eyes surrounded by
her lovely red curls. "I usually go fore blondes. But with a body like
yours, I'm prepared to make an exception." She wisely did not respond.
I held out my hand toward her. "Come to me." She began her walk across
the room to me her heels clicking on the floor with each step. Her
chain dragged behind her scraping along like a wedding train. When she
was close enough to my out stretched hand I grabbed her, and pulled
her the final distance that separated us. "Kneel " I said while
pulling down on her hand. This placed her kneeling naked between my
knees. I took the liberty of caressing her face. It wasn't much of a
liberty considering what I was going to be doing to her soon. I forced
her chin up and made her look at me. "I think its time I explained the
rules to you. Don't you?" She closed her eyes to my gaze, her lips
parted. "Yes." "Hold your hands behind you in the small of your back.
"I don't need to tie you up do I?" She shook her head no. I ran my
left hand through her thick hair. Suddenly, I grabbed a think handful
of it, pulled tightly tilting her head back. She gasped in surprise,
her mouth and eyes now wide open. 'Tell me your name." I hissed.
Moving my lips to within a few inches of her lips. She stammered her
replay. "S S St .. ... Stacey Potter." I tightened my grip on her
hair. The slap I delivered was hard and brutal. "That was the wrong
answer. From now on your new name is Cunt." I let the name and the
slap take effect. "What's my name Cunt?" She thought for the briefest
of moments before responding. "I suppose you name is Master." That
earned her another slap. "Good guess Cunt, but my name is Darling.
Most of the time you will preface it with Yes Darling in response to a
question. For example, would you like to suck my cock, Cunt? Your
response would naturally be 'Yes Darling'" "On rare occasions you
would get to say No Darling. For example I might ask you do you want
to be set free? You would answer No Darling. Understand Cunt?" She
quickly responded "Yes Darling." eager to avoid further slaps. "That's
great Cunt, I knew we'd get along just great." I then went about
groping her body with my free right hand. She struggled to keep her
hands clasped behind her back. "You have great tits." She did not
reply. "Are they real?" I asked. "No darling" was her reply. I let my
hand drift down across her belly and stroked and petted her pubic
hair, inching closer to her pussy. "But you are a natural redhead,
aren't you Cunt?" "Yes darling." I was very pleased with her
responses, and told her so. "You're doing quite well Cunt." Her
breathing eased somewhat, and I could tell that the longer she kneeled
before me she was gradually relaxing. I felt it was time she began to
learn the names of things. I cupped her left breast, and asked. "What
is this Cunt?" "It is my left breast Darling." I reared up my right
hand, gearing up for another vicious slap. "No NO... it is one of your
Breasts." Down came the slap. "It is one of your cunts tits, DARLING,
would have been the right answer." This finally was too much and she
began to sob uncontrollably, her entire body shaking. I pinched her
nipple hard. Changing her sobs to a high pitched squeal, for the
duration of the pinch. "I had believed that most Cunts who have their
tits done loose feeling in them. I guess in your case that's not true
is it Cunt?" "No it's not darling." I went back to exploring her body
with my hands. I made her name both her tits. Her thighs, and belly. I
caressed and penetrated her dry cunt and ass with my fingers, making
her name them all as I began to become familiar with my new property.
I explored her body at length till she regained her composure. Her
face was a mess with mascara running down her cheeks, in long streaks.
As part of my exploration I found that she had a tattoo on her ankle
that had gone unnoticed. A tiny Rosebud partially opened. I stood
before her. My erection encased behind my pants brushed against her
face. "My pants, take them off." She complied reaching up with
trembling hands and awkwardly undid my pants. My dick flopped out,
hard and heavy, brushing her face as it fell. Her face was turned away
in profile as her hands worked quickly moving my pants down to my
ankles. I stepped free of them and kicked them aside. I took her head
in my hands and forcibly turned her head back to face the obscene form
of my dick. "Open your mouth." I could practically hear her jaw creak
with effort as she struggled to comply. "Wider Cunt" I chided. Finally
her mouth was wide open before me. "Stick out your tongue." Her long
pink tongue poked out of her mouth. I grabbed her head from behind
with my left hand, and took my penis in my right hand. I used it like
a paintbrush, smearing my precum across the tip of her tongue. I let
go of her sitting down on the bed again. She sat back on her heels,
her tongue recoiling back into her mouth. Her face briefly twisted
into a sick expression, then she quickly recovered. "Tell me how that
tastes Cunt." "It tasted just fine Darling." Her answer was formulated
to neither please nor disappoint, too much. "I hope you like it Cunt.
It's the taste that is keeping you alive." This had been the first
time that I had verbally threatened her life. I had hoped it would
have the desired effect. It did seem to get her attention, she sat up
straighter and was paying close attention to my words now. "I think
its about time I fucked you. Don't you think so Cunt?" Again her eyes
closed as she struggled to croak out the words. "Whatever you want
Darling." I began to caress her hair, and took hold of her head as I
had done earlier. "Well then where should I fuck you first? In your
mouth, your cunt, or your ass?" She was weighting the possibilities,
as my patience was beginning to grow thin. "In my mouth darling." I
slapped her hard enough to spin her head this time. "Wrong answer
Cunt. Try again." She failed to hesitate at all this time. "Please
Darling. Fuck me in my Cunt." sadly this too was the wrong answer, and
I answered her pleas with another vicious slap. "Surely you can come
up with the proper answer this time." Clearly, this was her least
palatable option, the one that she had saved for last. "Please
...Darling Please, fuck mm mme in the ass." Her last answer had to be
right. But it wasn't and I had to slap her, to remain consistent. "You
really are a stupid Cunt. Would you like me to tell you the proper
answer." She nodded quickly..."Yes please Darling...what do you want
me to say?" I sighed with pantomime disappointment. "The proper answer
is that you want me to fuck you in any hole, and at any time, and in
any place for as long as I want to. Do you think you can handle that."
I screamed at her. "Yes darling." She then replied that yes she wanted
me to fuck her in any hole at any time, and in any place for as long
as I wanted to. Just as I had instructed. She was near to being
defeated now. I grabbed her chain and pulled her makeup stained face
close to mine, and began to kiss her deeply, fearlessly, completely
exploring her mouth with my tongue. Driving this first part of myself
into her body, stealing this first piece of the remaining sanctuary,
of her bodily integrity from her. She was moaning loudly into my
mouth. Her moans were those of defeat, certainly not arousal. These
moans were in fact bordering on screams. They were the recognition of
the truth in all that I had been telling her. That I did in fact own
her. That I could own her. That I was going to fuck her in any hole,
at any time, and in any location for as long as I wanted. I had taken
all that she had. I had taken her freedom from her. I had taken her
clothes from her. I had taken her identity from her, by renaming her
to Cunt. And finally, I was about to take her body completely, in what
were sure to be gross and perverted ways. I finally broke the kiss,
if you could call it a kiss. "Look at my dick Cunt." She looked down
at my crotch, clearly with reluctance. "Can you see how much I want
you?" She responded with a nod as well as verbally. "I can darling."
Her face was a streaky mess of tears, makeup, and snot. "You're a mess
Cunt." I was holding her chain close to her collar. Quickly I stood
and began dragging her to the curtain that was covering the wall
opposite the bed. "Let's go and clean you up." I proceeded to drag her
through this partition into the next room. I did not stop in this room
however, and quickly proceeded across the room to another curtain and
dragged her through it into a third room. The steel block trailed
behind her beneath the rails rattling along on its steel wheels. This
arrangement would allow her independent movement between these three
rooms. An important point of the plan. This room was a small one.
Perhaps only 6 feet wide by 15 feet wide. The entire room was tiled,
from floor to ceiling. One side had a large built in bathtub, big
enough for two with an integrated shower. The other side had a very
Spartan and utilitarian toilet. I pushed her toward the shower. "Get
yourself cleaned up Cunt. You have ten minutes, at this station." She
stumbled toward the stall taking her heels off just before stepping in
the tub/shower stall. She began to run the water over herself, soon to
be followed by her hands. Looking for the soap she finally found it
hanging by a cord from a hook. It was a lifelike recreation of a
penis. Slightly larger than reality, of course. It was very large in
her hands. "Make sure you use that to clean yourself out thoroughly
Cunt. I don't want to get anyone else's residue on my dick when I fuck
you. Understand?" Once again she nodded and replied "Yes Darling." She
turned her large curvaceous backside toward me and began to use the
soap to cleanse herself for me. This was great. I sat down on the
toilet to get as comfy as possible. "Turn around and face me." She did
slowly, and I could see her manipulating the soap dildo within her.
"Don't forget your asshole, I want you to be clean there too." She
removed the soap from her front. It was only in her a couple of
inches. She moved it backward to her ass, and began to slowly drive it
into herself. I could see the pain, and shame flush across her face.
She was obviously humiliated, at being forced to perform for me.
Earlier the dancing had been hard for her but this display was
overwhelming for her. I marched across the room toward her. As I did
her own fear forced the soap out of her ass with an audible pop.
"That's good enough." I reached in and turned off the water, handing
her a large bath towel that she used to quickly dry herself off. I
grabbed her by the hand after she had finished drying herself. She
stepped over the pink heels that lay forgotten on the tiled floor and
led her into the middle room through the curtain. Her chain trailed
behind her, following us into this room. The room was a
transvestites dream room. Its decor reeked of femininity, and was an
insult to any self-respecting independent woman. Which she was clearly
not, and would never be again. The room housed a shelving unit that
had a collection of boxes nestled neatly along the shelves. They were
all numbered. Near this there was a large well-equipped makeup table
with matching stool. The stool was bolted down to the floor. On the
table was al the makeup she would ever need. Lipstick, eyeliner,
mascara, even some face powder. There were false fingernails and
eyelashes as well. There was a curling iron and a blow dryer, for her
hair. Seemingly, he had thought of everything that she would need to
doll herself up for him. He directed her to sit down at the table. The
action of her sitting on the stool activated the lights that bordered
the large mirror hanging on the wall before her. "This Cunt, is of
course the second station." As he spoke she examined the items on the
table closer. There were no tweezers or scissors, no eyelash curlers
or any other metal objects that could be fashioned into a weapon that
she could use on him or herself. "Are you paying attention to me
Cunt?" My outburst brought her attention back to my face. "Yes darling
I am." "Good. There is a picture in the drawer. Take it out and begin
to make yourself up to match her makeup. I will give you 20 minutes to
complete this station. Over all it will take you no more than thirty
minutes to complete both station one and station 2." While I spoke she
was examining the picture and was. Applying the make-up to match my
instructions. "Don't forget your nails either Cunt. Put on the fake
ones till yours grow back. The fake ones somehow suit you." She
ignored this latest insult. It was minor compared to the psychological
insults he had already heaped upon her. I watched her for a further 5
minutes, as she applied the liquid make-up to her lips. Then began to
cover the fire engine red lipstick with lip-gloss, that would seal in
the color and preserve the lipstick under a perpetually wet shiny
coat. I have always enjoyed watching a woman transform her appearance
with the application of a thick whorish coat of make-up. The
transformation is always amazing to me. Even the most homely of woman
is greatly improved. Watching her use the brush to apply the lip-gloss
moved me to speak. "Do you know the origin of lipstick Cunt?" "No
Darling I don't. Will you tell me?" He answer was perfectly formed. I
moved closer to her. Nuzzling her ear as I whispered. "Ancient
Egyptian whores used to apply lipstick to advertise their expertise in
cock sucking." She briefly stopped applying the lip-gloss as I forced
her eyes to meet mine again. "Cleopatra caused a scandal when she
adopted the practice of applying lipstick to her own lips. Obviously,
she thought herself a great cocksucker." She was trying to concentrate
on applying the gloss, and was nearly finished. When I asked. "Are you
a good cocksucker Cunt?" The loaded question hung in the air as she
searched her mind for an appropriate answer. She finally answered
with. "I will be whatever you want me to be Darling." To me this as a
very suitable answer. However, its suitability denied me the
possibility of adding to the necessity of rouge on her well-slapped
face. Relief swept over her now whorish face. "You have about 15
minutes left Cunt. Finish you hair like hers." I pointed toward the
picture. "Your nails must be long and match you lips. When you are
finished with the make-up I want you to wear what you will find in the
box labeled W1." Again I pointed to the appropriate box, which was on
the bottom shelf. I heard the now familiar. "Yes Darling." "I'll be
waiting for you in the bedroom." I bent squeezed the ass that I would
soon have, as I left the room. As I left the room to get conformable
myself I remembered something. "Oh. I almost forgot. There is a bottle
of baby oil in the other drawer. Make sure you apply enough to your
cunt and asshole. I don't want to hurt you Cunt." I smiled and left
the room, not waiting around for the inevitable 'Yes Darling' pleased
as I saw the irony of the statement register with her psyche. Seconds
later I found myself back in the bedroom. I finished removing the
remainder of my clothes and waited on the bed for her to enter. I
could not remove the smile from my face as I though about what I had
accomplished. I had my own fuck doll captive and preparing herself for
her own debasement, without my supervision. It was all too perfect. I
simply had a difficult time believing my own good fortune. I could
hear the hair dryer whirring away now. I glanced at my watch. Jesus I
still had 10 minutes to kill. These would be the longest tem minutes
of all. Soon I heard the blow dryer switch off. The next sound was the
W1 box sliding of the shelf. I heard her yield a short cry of despair
as she first saw the contents of the box. I laughed out loud. "Hurry
up Cunt, you're running out of time." Time passed slowly but it did
pass. Soon I heard her bell tinkle, and her new shoes click on the
floor as she approached the curtain, and then breached it. She stood
before me a vision in her lingerie. For our initial time together I
had chosen an outfit in white. Quite appropriate really as this would
be a new experience for her. At least I hoped it would be a new
experience for her. You never know the world is full of a lot of very
sick people, and some other bastard may have already raped her
already. Surely, not like this though. I was an artist in comparison
to any other mere street thug. I held up my hand to stop her
advance, while I drank her beauty in. The white heels she wore this
time were a couple of inches higher that the pink ones she came to me
in. Her shapely legs were covered in the sheerest, most delicate white
stockings, with seams of course. They seemed to travel up her tanned
legs forever. The color contrast was striking, between her tanned
flesh and the whiteness of the stockings. Holding them up was a
delicate lacey garterbelt, originally from Paris of course. Only the
finest or my cunt. It is amazing what you can order over the Internet,
and how fast it can arrive as well. I continued my survey of her
upwards passed her widely flaring hips across her slightly pouting
belly to the bra that was cradling her breasts. Well part of her
breasts anyway, it really wasn't much more than an underwire really,
with maybe an inch of material to cover her breasts. Combined with her
hair and makeup she was the epitome of an adolescents dream woman. A
pinup centerfold caricature woman. The anti-thesis of what every
modern woman has been working on eradicating since the fabulous 50's.
She was perfect, ideal in fact. Except that I usually go for blondes.
The cheap jewelry I had instructed her to adorn herself with was the
icing on the cake. She was wearing large dangling hoop earrings, many
rings on her fingers, a waste chain, and an ankle chain. I motioned
for her to come to me on the bed. I felt the bed shift as she perched
herself tightly on the edge of the bed. Keeping as much distance
between us as possible. Again I grabbed her hand and pulled her down
beside me on the bed. Her whole body was rigid, petrified. I retrieved
a key from the nightstand showed it to her and removed the collar from
her. She rubbed her neck grateful to be free from its weight. I threw
it clanging to the floor. Her gratitude was short lived however; her
left ankle was the next target for a matching iron cuff, which I
snapped on securely. Visually this was preferable and would not impede
her movements while on the bed. I had visions of a very acrobatic fuck
festival. Placing her hand on my erection I began exploring her
crotch with my hands. She had applied some baby oil, not a lot however
which I found surprising. Her hand on my dick was completely inactive.
Her touch was the minimum needed to maintain contact. This minimalist
pressure was driving me wild. I forced her legs apart and clambered
between them, there was a surprising amount of resistance. The closer
I got to her precious gold plated snatch the more the reality of the
situation crashed down upon her. Her considerable conscious effort was
loosing to her natural self-preservation instincts. My hopping between
her legs broke contact with her hand. I replaced her hand on my dick,
and leaned it closer to my goal. "Hold it tightly Cunt!" my voice
hissed at her. Her fingers curled around my shaft and I leaned closer
to her. My face now inches from hers. Her head was turned to the side.
Her eyes and mouth clamped shut, distorting her face into an ugly mask
of shame and humiliation. "Feed my cock into you pussy Cunt." Tears
began to squeeze past her eyelids. I turned her face back to face
mine, and leaned closer into her till I could feel the end of my cock
begin to penetrate her. This drove me wild; I let my own body weight
drive me into her. I was watching her face closely. It erupted into a
scream that did not catch me by surprise, except in its ferocity. The
baby oil eased my entrance slightly, though not much. Her powerful
muscles had clamped herself tight. I let my lips destroy her careful
lipstick as I smothered her screams with my own mouth. I sucked in her
breath and smashed my cock further into her center. The chains
capturing her left ankle was rattling loudly as her legs and hips were
thrashing about wildly. We were at last together. Myself fueled by
animalistic lust, and pure desire, and she was in a similar primordial
state. That of self-preservation from my attack. Her nails
instinctively came at me to rake me with her nails. I grabbed them and
pinned them down beside her head. As I continued raping her she
settled somewhat. Not from any easing of tension or revulsion of my
body. But simply because her energy level was waning. I rode her
movements intent on wearing her down. Soon her movements stopped, and
I began mine. She was wide open and helpless to the assault. My long
cock pistoned in and out of her completely plumbing her depths. My
thrusts were hard and forceful. On some of the harder thrusts I could
feel a tiny pin prick sticking me on the very head of my dick. The
realization of what it was hit me immediately, and delighted me at the
same time. She was wearing an IUD to prevent pregnancy. That would
mean that I could keep her and continue to use her all but
indefinitely. That was until she began to bore me anyway, or until her
physical appearance deteriorated till she was no longer desirable. I
had broken the kiss now to look at her. Her makeup was destroyed
again. Destroyed by me, by my actions. By my rape of her. She was
gasping for her breath beneath my weight. I was in heaven. The
prospects of months of raping her and the smell of her the sounds of
defeat. The feel of her skin and the lace. The difference of her
ultra-femininity. Forced as it was upon her by myself, compared to my
own masculinity. Was too much for me. A few more quick jab into her
and I was gone. I pressed into her as deeply as I could, once again
feeling the tiny removal strings of her IUD into the end of my
throbbing cock. I filled her with my cum. I fell upon her exhausted,
and immensely satisfied. I was completely relaxed and spent, and lay
panting on her, perspiration dripping off of me, and dripping onto
her. I rolled off her stood and walked around the room a bit. Fearful
I would drift of to sleep in my satisfaction. She too had rolled over
and curled up into a fetal ball, exposing her backside. I approached
her again forcing her onto her back once again. Staring into her face
and eyes. "Tell me how much you enjoyed that Cunt." "It was great."
"Really, you didn't seem to like it much. Are you sure you liked it?"
"Yes really I did, I promise." "Great! Next time your going to act
like you like it. Won't you?" She nodded fearfully, uncertain how she
was going to force herself to appear to enjoy it. "Yes darling." "Your
makeup is a mess cunt." "I know." She thought a bit, looking down at
her feet, still clad in her stocking and heels. "If you'll unchain me,
I'll go and fix myself up for you and make myself pretty for you
again." I looked down at her. "That's ok. I think I can help you right
here." I got up on my knees, near her face. Using my finger, I
recovered some of the goo that was still sticking to by cock. I moved
it near her lips and began tracing it on her lips. Painting a coat of
my cum on her lips. "There. Now your lips are all glossed up again."
"Thank you darling." "You're welcome Cunt." I got up removed her
ankle-cuff, replacing her neck collar. "You have a half-hour to
reverse your steps. Put the clothes back into the W1 box. Drop the
jewelry back into the jewelry box. Shower yourself and wait for me in
the shower if you get done before I meet you." While she did all that,
I dressed and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for myself. I
decided she would not eat today, and that she could loose about 5
pounds, just enough to tone her up a little. I didn't want to have her
loose a lot of weight. I like women who have a hint of flesh on them.
Five pounds would be enough for her. I went back to find her sitting
on the toilet. Completely naked. On the final wall of the bathroom
section there was a small steel door. Down low near the floor. It was
about 2 feet square. I bent down and operated the heavy bolt opening
the door. Revealing a small corridor the length of body about six
feet. I pointed toward the hole and ordered her into it. She peered
into the darkness, then crawled into the hole. Inside she found some
bedding and a bedpan made of plastic. There was nothing else. I closed
the door bolting it shut. There was a small gap to allow her collar
chain to pass through in one corner. I closed the bolt, securing her
in. As I walked out I flipped 2 switches. The first electrifying the
small door to her cage. The other switch turning out the lights in the
bathroom section, Station 1. Then I turned out the light in the
Station 2, the makeup room. Leaving her completely in the dark. Alone
caged and naked. Back in the house I collected my dinner, and brought
it with me into the study. I turned the monitors on. There were three
cameras pointed at the empty bed. Two in Station 1, the shower room.
Three in station 2, the makeup room. One behind the mirror on the
dressing table, so I could get some great facial close-ups of my Cunt
applying her makeup. All these were currently useless in the complete
darkness that the rooms were in. The camera I was interested in was in
her cell. It too was useless in the dark. But I was about to provide
it with a light source. I selected a long piece from the video library
I had. An eight-hour compilation tape, that I had made just for this
occasion. Placing the tape in the player I powered on the microphone.
I began to whisper. "Lay on your back Cunt." She snapped to attention,
rolling onto her back. Her eyes were wide and searching in the
darkness. The tape began to roll. I watched the tape play back in the
expressions of her face. The title of the tape rolled by. 'How to be a
great cocksucker.' I saw the despair and anguish enter her face.
"Remember to pay attention cunt, there may be a test after the movie."
As the tears flowed down her cheeks I could faintly hear her reply
over the slurping sounds coming from the actress on the tape. "Yes
Darling." I had my own tapes to watch. I started with the mirror
camera. Watching her apply her makeup. It was glorious to be able to
replay her initial breaking in rape. To hear her screams echoing again
and again. I saw her hands fly up in an instinctive attack on me as I
began the rape. Of course she would need to be disciplined for this
breach. I closed my eyes, relaxed and began to think of possible ways
that she would be best punished. Oh the possibilities
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The Trophy Wife
By special_kwa@hotmail.com
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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
later 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 long 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.
If you have content idea for poor Stacey's future appearances please
send them along to
special_kwa@hotmail.com
Remember I'm partial to blondes!
Here's wishing you all have a healthy fantasy life.
The Trophy Wife
By special_kwa@hotmail.com
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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 trunk 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.
The Trophy Wife 4
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
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transmitted here by an authorised person, for free viewing only.
I wanted to take a moment to thank all of you who have
contributed content ideas, as well as those of you who have made kind
comments. I would like to take a moment to thank "my blind friend
Benjamin" for his extremely creative comments. Additionally I would
like to make mention here of a woman whom I hope to hear more from, as
she has an especially imaginative mind. Thanks again to A. P. Yes I am
working on your idea.
As always I hope all you fellow pervs enjoy.
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Episode 4
She was conscious, though she remained quiet as I drove her
back toward the farm, and her new life. "You do something to me" had
long since ended on the radio. Apparently it was some sort of Cole
Porter marathon. The DJ had moved on to "So in Love" also a Cole
Porter classic. The word of the song, heavily laden with irony passed
to her, bound as she was in the back seat..'taunt me and hurt me,
deceive me desert me, I'm yours till I die, so in love with you am I.'
Good 'ol Cole, being an African-American homosexual in the thirties,
he sure knew a thing or two about suffering. As his beautiful words
assaulted her, so to was I. though not much yet, I was merely
exploring what soon would be all mine. Her body though certainly
blessed with curves was not as lush as Stacey's. Vicky was just as
tall, she was shaped more like a runway model, than the exaggerated
pinup that Stacey had gone to so much work, and surgery that Mr.
Potter had no doubt paid for, to provide her former husband. I must
remember to thank him one day. Vicky would never have made it as a
runway model, I mean even if I had not taken her. Her hips were far
too wide. As my hands learned all of this about her, she was recoiling
from my touch. She had nowhere to go of course, it was pure reflex.
She barely had an inch to move from my exploring hand. The business
suit she was wearing, the one she had been wearing all day in court.
Divorce court, where she had been contributing to the ruination of
marriages and lives did much to impede my explorations. The thick wire
she was bound with was also hampered my hand. I could not do much to
her here, not and maintain my driving. I had to drive properly. Not
the speed limit, just slightly above it. No one drives the speed
limit. That would be too suspicious. It would not do to get pulled
over now, not with a woman I did not know trussed up in the backseat
of her car. I don't think that even Johnny Cochran could convince a
jury that I found her on the side of the street like this.
Besides I was dressed like a thief. The footwear would be
enough to get me hauled into the precinct. I was wearing shoes that
were 2 sizes too small and had plain soles applied to them. Footprints
are often very damning evidence, and I was determined that I would
leave as little evidence as possible at Victoria's house. Grabbing her
was stupid, it was impulsive, and it could jeopardise all that I had
achieved thus far. It was one more thing as well, it was great! I had
never killed before, that I realised of course. I suppose that I
killed while I served in the Gulf. But killing Jason tonight had been
a whole new ballgame. It had also made me incredibly horny. A strange
reaction, but an understandable one. Killing is in part about removing
inhibitions and taboos, and about power. And power for me had become
the ultimate aphrodisiac. I was almost home with my newest prize. I
had to turn round a bend in the highway, then past a few more exist
and off ramps and we would be there. Then off in the distance I saw
them. The flashing light of a cop car off to the side of the road. I
slowed to the speed limit. As I got closer the lights of the car
revealed themselves to be two cop cars. They had blocked the right
lane and were apparently conducting some sort of road check. My heart
raced, I reached for the taser and jabbed her with it. I fired and
nothing happened. I was lucky to have gotten 2 uses out of it. "Not a
sound bitch, or I'll finish you now." She shook and began to cry
softly. The cops had pulled over two cars already and had a third car
stopped just before me. The trooper on the highway was interviewing
the driver right before me through the open driver's window. The
Cadillac I was driving was so nutless, there was no way I could make a
run for it. The trooper motioned for the driver of the car before us
to pull over to the shoulder, and they dutifully did. The way clear I
had a decision to make. Soon however the decision was made for me. The
Trooper motioned for me to move forward. His partner however, motioned
for me to drive through. I waved at this officer and drove on past the
checkpoint. Apparently they had made their quota for the night. It was
nothing more than a DUI roadside check. Got to keep the streets safe
for us law-abiding folk you know. Good work boys!
No one had probably even found poor Jason's body yet.
Fortunately Vicki's property was large enough to contain the sounds of
gunfire. It was smooth sailing the rest of the way to my farmhouse. I
stopped her car outside the barn. Got out, stretched, relaxed and
breathed in the sweet smell of the country air. All was quiet except
for the crickets. It was very placid, without a hint of the dungeon
and atrocities that had been perpetrated here.
I was only a matter of minutes till I had her car in the barn.
I picked her up by the wires and hauled her out of the car. I lay her
down on the ground near the kennel. The two dogs were roused by our
arrival and sniffed at her through the chainlink fencing that I kept
them behind. Removing her suitcase, purse and shopping took another
few minutes. I tossed a few tarps over her car. I would have to
dispose of it soon. Perhaps it was time I built a guesthouse on the
farm. I used wire cutters to free her. I left her hands bound behind
her and the grocery bag on her head. I hauled her to her feet, she was
very light and I had no trouble throwing her around. She stood there
trembling before me. I could imaging her naked. "Right now I'm
undressing you with my eyes. Soon I'll be doing it for real." She
screamed loudly and began to run blindly away from the sound of my
voice. She made it a whole 6 feet or so before she fell in a large
pile of hay.
I walked up to her helpless form. She could hear me coming and
began to kick wildly at my approach all the while screaming as loud as
she could. Soon she would be too hoarse to do much but whisper. I
caught her ankle and drew her leg high up into the air. She was now
almost standing on her head. Her one free limb kicked at me
ineffectively. "You kick me you get the same back." I found her
stomach and laid my boot into her. Her screams stopped instantly
replaced with retching sounds as she filled the canvas shopping bag
with the contents of her stomach. A single kick was all it took, the
fight was beaten out of her, for the time being. During the lull I
placed a collar and leash on her and began to lead her to the
farmhouse. She breathed the last outside air she would likely ever
breathe as I led her across the gravel driveway toward the backdoor. I
lead her into the house and into the study.
I put her in a wingback leather chair. I could see her vomit
dribbling down to her collar, running out from beneath the bag. I
would have to clean her up before the big reunion. I wanted to keep
the reunion a surprise. Headphones were the answer. I played some
soothing music to her through some headphones I placed over her ears.
Nothing like AM pap to calm you down. I turned on the monitor to check
on cunt. She was asleep in her cage. I woke her with a light jolt to
her collar. "Morning cunt, feel like having some fun?" She twisted her
face into a smile. "I..I feel like whatever you like Darling." "Good
answer cunt. Now then wardrobe...box FM, usual hair and makeup....How
long do you think you'll need?" She thought for a moment. "About a
hour an hour Darling?" I gave her a blast of juice though her collar.
I glanced over at Vickie. she was sitting there listening to the radio
play through her headphones oblivious to the fate that she would soon
be sharing. "An hours a long time. Don't you want to see me today?"
"Oh yes Darling I want you to use me, Please tell me how much longer I
have to wait before I can see you." I looked over at Vickie again, I
figured I could get her cleaned up in 20 minutes. "You have a half
hour cunt. Get started." With that I switched on the lights in her
dungeon, and she heard the bolt drop freeing her from the wall cage.
She scampered out as quickly as her stiff limbs would carry her, and
hopped into the shower. A nice hot shower would get her arms and legs
going again. I watched her on the monitors as she used the penis
shaped soap on a rope to clean herself for me. She was very thorough,
but quick. She gave herself a few quick jabs to both her front and her
rear and quickly moved on to dry herself.
I switched off the monitor and turned my attention back to
Vickie. I pulled the headphones off of her. Next came the bag. Most of
the mess came with the bag. Some stayed behind on her face, and in her
hair. I used the canvas bag to mop it up. Soon I had her pretty well
cleaned up. It was the first chance that she had gotten to see me. She
purposely did not look at me as I cleaned her up, she kept her eyes
screwed tightly shut "I won't tell anyone if you let me go. I don't
know what you look like, who you are, where I am." I thought that she
was being very clever. "It can't hurt you to let me go now before you
go ...before you go any further." I hauled her to her feet by her
hair. She kept her cool and her eyes closed. "Open you eyes." I
hissed. She did not, not until I repeated the command and pulled
harder on her hair. Her eyes were blue, ice blue and shiny from her
tears. I made certain that she saw me, that she was seeing clearly.
"This is what I look like." I kissed her, she stank but I didn't mind.
"For you my name is Darling." I kissed her again this time running my
tongue across her cheek. "And you're in your new home." I kissed her a
third time this time running my hands over her chest. She struggled
and fought me as I was kissing her, quite a change from Stacy.
Everything that I had done with Stacy would be fresh and new again
with Victoria.
I pulled her along with me by her leash into the bathroom.
There I unwound the wires holding her arms together behind her back,
as well as her collar. For the first time since I had taken her she
was completely free of her fetters. Her wrists had been cut and had
bled a little. She had struggled too much and for too long, believing
that she could get free. I had her wash her face, and brush her hair.
Her hair was long and wavy. When she was done she faced me. I stepped
up to her, she backed herself into the wall, repelled by my presence.
I ran my hands through her hair. It was soft and fine, very thin hair.
The color a mix of honey blonde and dirty blonde. I thought that she
must be a natural blonde, it would have been a hard color to fake. I
handed her her purse. "You're a mess doll, touch up your makeup." I
watched her apply her makeup. She was very subtle in its application.
Her whole demeanour was one of understatement. She had her court
clothes on, low heels, and skirt that was just below her knees, a
white blouse with a cameo at her throat, and a matching jacket
covering her up. Looking closely at her cameo I found it to be unique.
It was a depiction of two women's profiles. She was very prim and
proper. She could have been an executive secretary, or an office
manager, or of course an attorney which she was.
I searched her purse while she touched herself up. The only
surprise that I found was a carry permit for a handgun. Further
reading of the permit showed it to be for the gun I still had that I
had used to kill Jason. If need be in the future I had a chance of
pinning the murder on her. There were no signs of forced entry into
her house. The only evidence that I could have left was hair & fibre
evidence. You could almost never avoid that. Jason having a broken
finger, from the possession combat for the handgun would be a little
harder to convince an investigator that Victoria had managed to
wrestle the gun from him. But anything was possible. Searching further
there was no sign of any birth control in her purse. That didn't
particularly bother me. However, when over the course of the next few
days I told her that if she became pregnant by me that it would be a
death sentence as soon as she began to show, and was therefore useless
to me, I expect that she would care a great deal. I was looking
forward to telling her the good news. Stacey of course did not need to
worry too much, not with her IUD firmly wedged in her snatch. She only
had about a 3% chance of getting pregnant with it in place. That was
under normal use, which she was not being subjected to. I was using
her far more that the average married couple would be having sex.
Victoria was all done now and was finishing up by washing her
hands. I tossed the purse aside scattering her items of makeup around.
I took her by the hands, her hands were small and soft, the nails
longish and respectable. Not the long cheap slut set that Stacey had
been sporting probably since she was 14. I led her out of the bathroom
by her hand, as soon as I reached the door to the basement she began
to tug at my hand. I was expecting something like this, though her
ferocity did surprise me somewhat. My grip on her hand tightened, to a
crushing force, I could feel the bones bending and cracking in her
hand. She fell to the floor kicking at me and screaming for help.
Quickly I pulled her by her hand, she turned on the floor her head now
pointing toward me instead of her kicking legs. I dragged her down the
stairs to the basement, she was flailing away futilely, bouncing all
the way down the stairs. Again the basement appeared normal a typical
furnished basement with oak panelled walls. The torture chamber she
was expecting was carefully hidden from the cursory inspection. I had
flung her toward the corner, she scrambled the rest of the way
herself. Hers eyes were leaking tears and her hair was a mess again,
all her careful work destroyed. She would learn, and I would have fun
teaching her. "Get up Victoria." She slowly rose to her feet, eyeing
me nervously all the time. "They'll find me! ..I'll escape." I did not
answer, verbally anyway, I merely shook my head at her. Her anger was
tremendous boiling out of her. "Fuck you! ....I WANT TO GO HOME...LET
ME GO YOU CREEP!" Her defiance was refreshing in contrast to Stacey's
meek subservience.
It had been at least a half-hour, since I had instructed
Stacey to prepare herself, I knew she was waiting on the bed for me to
enter and use her. It was time to introduce the two of them. I walked
toward Victoria, took her by her collar and dragged her toward the
closet. We entered the closet. The rear wall of the closet was still
smashed from Stacey's escape attempt. It was a sliding pocket door
that was now quite difficult to move into its pocket. But I managed to
struggle it into its slide. Victoria's eyes widened at the iron door
that lay behind it. The combination lock came off in my practised
hands. I gestured for her to go through the door. She knew it was a
threshold she would not return from once she crossed it. I had to give
her a little shove to get her started. She pushed hard on the heavy
door and it slowly creaked open partway. I let her walk in first, so
she could see what her future would be.
Victoria and I saw Stacey on the bed at about the same time. I
had really outdone myself with her this time. Her hair was piled up on
top of her head, collected beneath her cap. The cap matched the French
Maid costume that I had forced her to don. It was a standard Halloween
item, not particularly revealing were it for the size of the garment.
It was clearly too small, her ample bosom, was spilling over the top.
The skirt portion of her outfit came nowhere near the tops of her
stockings. She was naturally not wearing panties, there was no point.
The only time that I let her wear panties was when she was having her
period. During that week I would use her orally and anally,
exclusively. A further reason for her to dread her monthly visitor.
Stacey had her hands between legs rubbing herself getting herself all
excited for me to use.
Victoria's reaction was predicable, and delightful and I was
glad I had it on tape from the security cameras that I had pointing
into the bedroom portion of her dungeon. Its too bad the image quality
was so poor. That's Radio Shack for you! Victoria half-screamed and
sobbed aloud at the scene that presented itself before her. It was so
surprising and so shocking she could hardly believe her eyes. It was
also her future, that aspect made it all the more horrible for her.
Stacey saw her before she saw me, in an instant she was off the bed
and sprinting toward her best girlfriend, and her obvious rescuer.
They were in an embrace by the time I stepped into view. The first
thing that indicated to cunt that I was there was my laughter. Both
the women flew from my direction back toward the bed. It took me only
a moment to slam the door shut and seal it locked, it made an
impressive clang, just like in prison. Both women were clutching each
other in fear and crying freely. Cunt was crying out of frustration
and disappointment, for a brief instant she thought that she would
soon be free, only to have that dashed just as quickly. The reasons
for Victoria to be crying were too obvious to go over. I walked over
to the bed and sat down at the headboard looking down toward them
clutching each other at the foot of the bed. I was tired but
understandably beside myself with lust. "Okay cunt..." It was hard to
get her attention. I kicked her with my boot. "Cunt!" She turned her
face toward me. I tossed her a pair of handcuffs. "Put these on her
behind her back and bring my new playmate up here to me." She knew she
had to do it. She walked Victoria up to the headboard till she was
within my reach. I pulled Victoria down to her knees, beside the bed.
I held her there, she was out of control sobbing freely, and pulling
away from me. She was not going anywhere though. "Walk around the bed
and lay down on my left side cunt." She had composed herself and rose
and walked around the bed. She lay down on her stomach and slide
herself up till she was resting against me on my left side. Her maid's
outfit had ridden down her body even more, exposing most of each
breast now. I still held Victoria firmly by her hair to my side. With
my left hand I placed my index finger at her ruby lips. She
immediately sucked it in and began to work over the finger as though
it were my cock. "You're going to show Victoria here what a good girl
you can be. Your going to teach her just how I like to have my cock
sucked. You're going to do the best that you can, and you are going to
do it now." My words were having an effect on Victoria as well. She
tried to struggle away even more fiercely since I began speaking, but
it was useless. My grip on her hair was solid. Cunt began moving
toward my crotch. She knew enough not to try and use her hands. I was
clothed this time, so she began to use her teeth to undo first my
belt, then the jeans I had on. I was wearing buttonfly jeans, it was
easy for her to pop the buttons off with her mouth. I noticed that
Victoria was not looking, she had her eyes closed. I tugged her closer
to me and pulled at her hair harder. "Pay attention bitch, I'm doing
this for your benefit." She did it, her tear filled eyes filled with
even more tears, as they too tumbled down her cheeks. But she was
watching, I knew she was watching her best friend blow me. She was
doing a good job too. She was giving me the kind of sloppy slutty
blowjob that she knew I expected. Lots of saliva, and lip smacks. Her
head was bobbing up and down so fast that her little cap was coming
loose from her head. Soon she had me thrusting upward into her throat
meeting her plunging action. I was getting deep within her, but she
didn't mind. She never complained, she was so good. I was ready to
pop, I held out for a few moments more, quickly I pushed cunt off me,
grabbed myself and directed the stream toward Victoria's face. I
painted it on her, it tried mostly for her screaming mouth, but with
her struggles and my poor aim I managed to get it in her hair and all
over her face. I came back to earth, glanced at cunt, nodded toward
Victoria. "Go on clean her up." She knew what I meant. She leaned
froward taking her friends face in her hands and began to kiss her and
lick up my cum from her face and hair. "Don't be a greedy sow now
cunt, share with the new girl." And she did too. She managed to get in
a couple of blobs in her friend's mouth before Victoria managed to
wriggle free and fall to the rough wood flooring.
Victoria managed to scramble away and get to the iron door.
Stacey approached her slowly, and knelt down beside her friend.
Calming her and soothing her. "I'm sorry Vick...he's gonna make me do
these things to you. You'll understand soon I have no choice. He'll
make you do things too." She paused. "You can't imagine the awful
things that he'd make me do, make us do if we don't do what he says."
The moment was too touching. "Ladies, your attention please." Cunt
turned her face to me, and half moved her friend to face me. Victoria
was still in shock. "I have an announcement to make, regarding
discipline." At least I had cunt's attention now. "If either of you
fucks up I will apply the same punishment to both of you." Cunt looked
like she would faint, Victoria could care less. "Understand?" "Yes
darling." Victoria was beyond answering, or caring for the moment. Her
life had just ended.
"Come on Stacey, let's go and get her ready." I stood and
walked through the curtain and through the wardrobe/makeup room and
into the shower washroom area. Stacey with Victoria leaning on her for
support followed behind me, Stacey was all but dragging her along.
Victoria was still sobbing softly, huddled against Stacey, unconcerned
with her surroundings.
I sat on the toilet, the girls walked in and stood before me.
"Go ahead and take your clothes of Vicky." With that she ran back
through the curtains toward the exit. Stacey looked at me. I nodded in
the direction that she had ran. "Well go and get her cunt." My little
maid went off and did just that. She was gone for a few minutes. I
could hear them talking. Soon they reappeared arm in arm. Stacey was
looking very contrite, Vicky was just plain scared. Stacy caught the
keys to the cuffs that I threw her, and removed the cuffs from Vicky.
I held out my arm toward the women. Stacey came toward me, I took her
hand and pulled her down till she was kneeling on the floor before me
facing her terrified friend. "Strip for me now Vicky." Vicky was
looking at me but not moving, aside from trembling. Hers eyes were
flashing from mine to Stacey's searching for any sign of reprieve.
There would be none from me, and there could be none from Stacy. "Last
chance Vicky, strip." She began to try finally, hers arms were riveted
to her side and moved in slow motion. She managed to get her suit
jacket off her shoulders. Her breasts were straining at the soft white
silk blouse she wore beneath. She managed to remove it completely,
then used held it before her, clutching it to her body as though it
were some protective armor that could save her. "Drop it." She did
not, instead she was clutching it to her chest. This was going to take
all day. That would not have been too bad actually. I could spend a
day torturing her like this, I think the time would pass most
pleasantly like this. "Vicky!" she did not respond, I had to call her
name again, before her tear filled eyes met mine. "Don't make me say
it again." Her lips trembled. "I ...please....I .... can't do it....
Please don't make me." She was beyond pathetic now, the state that she
had been reduced to was extremely arousing. She was right she couldn't
do it. Not without some help. I touched Stacey lightly on her
shoulder. "Go and help her cunt." She looked up at me and wordlessly
moved to her task approaching her friend slowly, and cautiously, not
wanting to spook her. She moved up beside her and they fell into each
other's arms. Pressing the suit jacket between their terrific bodies.
Stacey tried to soothe her. "Shhhh...It's okay. It'll be okay. I'll
help you. Just do what he says and it'll be ok." As she spoke she
managed to pry the jacket away from her and drop it to the floor. She
used her heel to kick it to the side. "I'll help you Vick." With that
she began to unbutton the blouse of her friend. As more and more of
the buttons were undone she trembled even more. I couldn't see how her
legs were holding her up supporting her, but they were for the time
being.
Stacey had to do everything for her friend. Soon she had
dropped the blouse on the floor, and kicked it toward the jacket. Next
Stacey unzipped and removed her friend's skirt, it fell to the floor
with a soft rustle. Stacey manoeuvred her catatonic friend into a
sitting position on the edge of the bathtub and helped her remove her
shoes. They were heels alright thought they were only about an inch
and a half in height. If I had my way they would be the last heels she
would ever wear that would be shorter than four inches. They too were
added to the growing pile. All she had on now was her bra and panties,
and her pantyhose. I hate pantyhose, a horrible invention, these would
be the last pair of these she would wear as well. Stacey was doing a
great job, she had calmed her down with her soothing words and her
soothing hands.
Vicky was no longer crying though she was not doing much of
anything either. She was allowing herself to be manipulated like the
doll she soon would be. Vicky was still sitting on the edge of the
tub, with Stacey kneeling before her, calming her friend. Her bra was
utilitarian, white, underwire, and front closing. Stacey deftly undid
the clasp and brushed it off Vicki's shoulders. Vicky did move her
arms to cover herself. Before she did I managed to get a look at my
new property. They were larger than I had expected. Nothing to compare
to the jumbo tits that Stacey sported, but they were respectable and
proud. She had no real need of a bra, they did not sag at all. All her
bra would do for her would be to keep her from jiggling in public. A
concern she would not have to worry her pretty little head with ever
again. Her only audience, though an extremely demanding one, would be
me.
The entire scene was lovely, at least for me. Stacey helped
her to her feet next and began to slide her panties and pantyhose down
her shapely legs. Vicky began to panic again, her hands flew down to
the waistband of her garments and began to clutch at them fighting
with Stacey to keep them up. I could have intervened, barked an order
for her to strip again, to cooperate, but I was enjoying the show too
much to interrupt it. Eventually Stacey calmed her down and won. Vicky
was finally nude before my eyes. She was stunning, and well worth the
risk of obtaining her. I looked directly into Stacey's eyes. "Bring
her to me." She took Victoria's hand a pulled her reluctantly across
the room toward me. She was trailing as far as possible behind her at
arms length. Soon she was close enough for me to touch her, which I
did, taking her other hand in mine I pulled her down to her knees
before me. I was still sitting on my toilet throne, with my dick
hanging out of my pants. Vicky looked away from us and down to the
floor, she was filled with shame, and was very humiliated. Stacy was
holding her other hand, and together we formed a happy little family
circle. I took her hand and brought it to my penis, making her hold it
in her left hand. She touched it, held it gingerly for a few moments
before her whole body began to shake. She managed to hold onto me for
barely ten seconds before she dropped me and tried to run away again.
Stacy held on tightly to her other hand, and together, they managed to
get only five feet from me or so. I was beginning to get disappointed
with her. Maybe she had gone mad already. "cunt, I think its time that
you told her the names of things. Don't you?" I loved phrasing
statements to her in the form of a question. My own personal game of
Jeopardy. Though it was clear who was really in Jeopardy. It was such
fun to see her squirm and struggle searching for the answers. This
time her response took me completely by surprise. She came over to me
and knelt down before me. She whispered to me. "Yes darling she needs
to be taught, put please I beg you don't make me be the one to teach
her." This was not good, I didn't want the new girl to ruin her good
discipline. I slapped her hard across her face. "You'll do what you're
told, first time, with a smile on your face. Won't you cunt!" "Yes
darling." Her tiny rebellion had been quashed.
She returned to Victoria's side, who was laying prostrate on
the tile flooring, her shaking body. I watched her bend down to her
friend and position her so that she was kneeling before her. Stacy
looked over at me, unsure of herself, unsure what was expected of her.
"You remember cunt, ask her who I am." She did of course remember, I
watched as the memory washed over her face. Now she would relive the
experience all over again, only this time it would be from the other
side of the fence. Stacy pointed toward me limply, "What is his name?"
Victoria looked at both Stacy and myself, understandably confused.
Then a flash of hatred passed through her. "His name is creep, or
asshole, or loser, or dipshit, or dick-less rapist, or scumbag." Her
hatred poured out of her, she became louder and more confident with
each accurate insult. Oh well, sticks & stones....something
..something. Power was the only commodity worth having down here and
they had none at all. Eventually she ran down, she was glaring at me
defiantly through her entire dissertation. I don't think she blinked
once. When she finished she wiped her face free of tears and snot.
"Well cunt what are you going to do about her behaviour?" Stacey
looked at her friend still kneeling before her, she drew her arm back
and slapped her. I've seen kittens slap harder than what Stacy did to
Victoria. It barely made a sound. Stacy looked toward me to gauge my
reaction. I crooked my finger at her, when she was close enough I
pulled her down kneeling before me. "You've got it all wrong cunt. Do
it like this." I punctuated my words with a ferocious open handed slap
to her face. She instinctively tried to block it, but her block was
feeble. She was throw to the tiled floor, her body made a nice
slapping sound of its own when she made contact with the cold tiles.
I stood up off of my porcelain throne. As I rose I removed my
belt from my jeans. I kicked off my boots and finished shrugging off
my jeans. By this time Stacy had recovered somewhat and was looking in
my general direction, more toward my feet really. I walked past her to
the still defiant Victoria. As soon as I was near enough to her I
began to flail away at her with my belt. I was not aiming, where it
landed I did not care. I first caught her on her legs, then on her
hands as she struggled at first to ward off the blows with her hands.
Her arms and hands paid for their sacrifice but did not stop or lessen
the attack. Slowly she was driven away from the belt, at first by
inches then she began to move quicker away from me and my belt seeking
any refuge she could. There was nowhere to go. Nowhere to run and hide
from me. She screamed as the belt landed on her flesh. No doubt she
had lived all her life in a civilised world in which power was
contained and society was the master. I doubted if she had ever been
hit before, certainly not like this. She was used to being in a world
that treated her considerably better than I was or would be treating
her. I slashed and slashed at her till she had been driven back into a
corner. Back into the corner of the bathtub. She had curled herself
into a ball, her head facing away from me pressed into the corner. Her
side facing me, her arms still desperate to protect her. Every stoke
of the belt made another ghastly mark that would be with her for days.
These marks would remind her that there was a price to pay for not
pleasing her new owner. I stopped, my arm tired. We were both
breathing hard, Stacy had turned away unable to watch the scene
unfolding before her. I waited for her to rouse herself. She
eventually turned herself around and sat facing me naked in the tub.
"Have you had enough?" She nodded without answering me. I bent closer
to her, and yelled right at her. "WELL ITS TOO BAD THAT YOUR OPINION
DOESN'T MATTER HERE!" The volume and content of my words had a
withering effect on her. She turned herself away from the words as
though my verbal assault were a harsh wind. I went back to slashing at
her some more driving her even further into the corner of the tub.
After a few more minutes of this I threw the belt down to the tiled
floor. Beating her, demonstrating tangibly the power I held over her
gave me a half-hearted erection. Grabbing fistfuls of her sweat soaked
hair I straightened her up in a sitting position. She made no effort
to cover herself with her hands now. Modesty was a trait she no longer
could afford, not even when she let her legs go slack exposing herself
to me that completely for the first time. I took a moment to survey
her in detail now. She had a great body, very natural. Her skin,
though covered in perspiration now, was amazing. Its former flawless
texture would be back in a few days, a week at the extreme outset. She
was pale, so pale in fact that I could trace tiny veins carrying her
blood through her thin skin. It was as if she were made of fine
porcelain. No doubt her lack of color was caused by endless nights
slaving away over the law books. A lawyer, a parasite dependant for
her survival, and feeding on the misery of others. I doubt she would
ever have a tan. Her occupation had just undergone a radical shift.
She would still be slaving away, but it would not be over books ever
again. "Look at me." She complied though slowly. After I knew she was
looking at me I took my hardening cock in my hand, and began to
squeeze it hard at the base, choking the nascent erection from it.
"The only persons opinion that maters here is mine." As I finished the
sentence, I had managed to tame my erection enough to let pass a
stream of urine toward her. "NO..." was all that Vicky managed to
scream out before she caught herself. I tried to get some in her mouth
but it was only open for the briefest of moments. As with the belt I
did not care where the piss landed on her. Anywhere was fine by me.
Where it hit her welts it would help her heal more quickly. I made it
last, as soon as she was shrieking and flailing around searching for
an escape from the humiliating piss I would pinch the flow off till
she had calmed her self down enough for me to resume. In effect I kept
shooting short bursts of piss at her till I had none left. "I told you
my name already. It is Darling. Isn't it?" She had heard her friend
say it enough already to realise what was expected. "Yes Darling." I
had won again. But that's the best part of this game, I always win.
"See Stacy, that's how you do it." Stacy nodded, and was going to
respond verbally, like she had been trained to do. But the pain filled
gasp of Victoria as I dragged her back to Stacey's side cut her off.
"Now cunt finish teaching her the names of things, and do it the
rightway this time."
Stacy stood before her kneeling friend. "What's my name Vick?"
"STOP! She too has a new name cunt, it is whore. Ask her again." Stacy
steeled herself for the challenge. "What's my name whore?" Vicky
looked straight forwards not up to her friends face. "You are cunt!"
She practically spat the words at her friend. Then she looked up at
Stacey's face to see the effect, which was negligible. She had been
through far worse by my hand. Stacy was just standing there` waiting
for something to happen. She was used to behaving this way and was
learning a whole new dance now. "Go on cunt. Don't stop now, you're
just getting started." She swallowed, her mouth dry and continued. She
reached out to her friend pointing at her lips. "What are those?"
"Lips" Was the single word response. That earned a slap from Stacy. It
was not ferocious. But it was respectable. "Harder cunt." I urged her
on. She repeated the slap, this time more forcefully. I spoke for
Stacy. "NO whore the correct answer is. These are the lips of my
darlings whore, cunt." I watched intently as Stacy repeated the naming
ritual that I had performed on her. She stayed clear of Victoria's
more erotic areas. Which I could be patient when it suited me, they
were not going anywhere, ever. Soon Stacy ran out of 'clean' items to
have her friend name, and was left with only her 'naughty bits' to get
named. She took her hand and brushed it against here friends left
breast. "Name this whore." Vicky responded well. "It is the tit of my
darlings whore, cunt." It went on that way, she made her name both her
breast, her nipples and her thighs. Stacy quickly glanced toward me,
ten continued up Vicki's legs toward her crotch. I watched closely as
she cupped her hand over her friend's mound. "Name this whore." "It is
the cunt of my Darlings whore, cunt." Stick your finger in her cunt."
Stacy sat there frozen motionless, she was building up her nerve to
touch another woman there. She curled her index finger upward and
pressed it in to her friend The reaction from Vicky was subdued, I had
expected more from her. She knelt there with her eyes closed, trying
hard not to move or show a reaction. I walked over to the kneeling
women, I dropped the soap dildo into Stacey's lap. "Use this on her."
Stacy took the familiar item in her hand. "Lay back whore, you may as
well get comfier, cunt here has got a lot of stamina. And if you ask
me I think she'll last a long long time." Vicky complied, she was
beginning to see that she had no choice in the matter. Not anymore.
She would never again be able to glibly deny sex from her boyfriend
for trivial reasons. For my amusement she would always be available,
at my convenience.
She was lying back on the tile floor, the cold of the tiles
was having an effect on her skin, and her nipples both of which became
sensitive to the cold. Her nipples seemed quite responsive and were
hardening due to the cold of on her skin. Lets hear it for natural
responsive tits. Stacey's may have been more, but there is something
to be said for quality. Stacy leaned forward toward Vicki's crotch,
she began to wet the dildo with her saliva, transferring it from her
mouth, to her left hand then stroking the dildo applying it to the
fake phallus. "Where ya gonna stick her cunt?" She had though that she
was going to put it in her friend's vagina. I could tell by her body
language that that was her intended target. "I'll put it wherever you
want darling." The dildo was only inches from Vicki's cunt. "Where do
you think you friend should fuck you first whore?" "It doesn't matter,
whatever I say will be wrong, you'll do what you want anyway. So get
on with it." I was stunned, her reserves of defiance kept filling, and
replenishing themselves. Soon she would become completely exhausted,
and I would win. Remember, I always did. "I'd like you to stuff it
down her throat cunt, and shut her the fuck up." Stacy tried to do
just that. She leaned forward toward her friend and pressed the soapy
dildo against her friend's lips. I could see Stacy mouthing the word
sorry over and over again, as she pressed up against her. Vicky was
defiant in this too, ultimately she relented though, and let the dildo
enter her mouth.
It only entered her a few inches, 3 at the most, before she
choked, and reached up with her hands and pushed Stacey's hand from
her, dislodging the dildo as well. She coughed for a few seconds more.
"You're not much of a cock sucker are you whore? Maybe I'll have to
change your name. Lets see now what can I call you. ... how about
bitch. That seems to suit you actually. If you keep this up I'll
really treat you like a bitch. Do you think she'd like that cunt? Do
you think she'd like it if I introduced her to Jason and Richard?"
Stacy was speechless not knowing what to say. Finally she came up with
an appropriate answer. "I think she likes whatever you want her to
like darling." "Do you like it when Jason and Richard visit you,
cunt?" "I like it if it pleases you darling." Her answers were
acceptable and safe. "Well I just don't know what to do. I'd like to
find something she'd like. You must know what she would like.
Girlfriends talk don't they cunt." I watched as they glanced at each
other, I was certain that they talked to each other about such things.
"We never actually talked about it much darling." That's bullshit, all
women talk to their girlfriends." I let the preposition hang in the
air for a few moments. "The way she sucked on that cock you'd think
she'd never done it before." Again they looked at each other. It was
subtle, but I was onto something. I was determined to get at the
truth. I moved off the toilet, stepped between them so they couldn't
see each other anymore. I sat down between them facing Stacy. She was
the weaker one. The one who had become accustomed to obeying me. The
one I could use to get to the other one. I took Stacey's chin in my
hands and moved my lips to within a hairs breath away from her. Then I
slowly moved forward and began kissing her. I kissed her deeply, like
a lover would, I explored her mouth with my tongue completely. She
returned the kiss, just as deeply. I broke the kiss but as I pulled
away from her I held onto her lower lip, biting it between my teeth.
Her lip became distended as I pulled away. I bit down on her lip, I
felt her lip being deformed between my crushing teeth, and savoured
the panic in her eyes. Soon felt the skin separate beneath my teeth
and we both tasted her blood. It was a small wound though it made my
point. "You're friend here, she hasn't had much experience with men
now had she?" Stacy shook her head no. "But she couldn't be a virgin
now could she? No she couldn't be a virgin. Virgins are a lot like
Unicorns. Some people actually claim to have seen one, but I don't
believe it. "No she's not a virgin is she Cunt?" The question was a
rhetorical one. I turned my attention back to Victoria. She was
huddled naked of course, up against the tile wall. I couldn't see her
face her hair was hanging down the sides of her head, blocking the
view. I think she was having a bad day. In fact I think she was having
the worst day of her life. As far as I could tell she had no
boyfriend. When I was packing her bags, I didn't see any clothes of
any potential boyfriend. No picture on him on her night table. There
was no evidence of any birth control in her purse, or in her bathroom
either. A woman with her looks, she was well off too. It just didn't
make any sense to me. What other reason could there be for her to be
so ill at ease with men. That was it! Ill at ease with men! I turned
back to Stacy, the cunt. "She's a dyke isn't she cunt!" I saw the
truth of it in her face, as I dug into her and wrung it from her. That
would explain everything. A lesbian divorce attorney. I saw Victoria
slump down further against the wall. She certainly didn't look like
the stereotypical lesbian. I believe that the term for what she is is
a lipstick lesbian. I reached out to her and brushed her hair from her
face. I wanted to watch the effect of my words on her. "So you are a
lesbian eh whore?" She turned herself slightly away from me trying to
disappear into the wall. "You know what whore? .........I'm a lesbian
too! Yup that's right. I'm a lesbian trapped in a mans body." My joke
was too funny to me. So much so that I chuckled aloud. Mostly because
she of course did not see the humour in it.
This was special, this was a treat. This was something to be
savoured. This was a fine wine that I would get to roll around and
around my palate before finally swallowing. The unspeakable acts that
I would soon be imposing on her would be doubly horrible for her. From
her point of view they would be performed on her by what was certainly
a monster, but to her they would be as despicable to her as homosexual
acts would be to myself. For to her that is what they would be. The
act of male female intercourse for her would be as horrible as male to
male intercourse would be for me. The thought of a male trying to
copulate with myself made me physically ill. I could feel my stomach
turn at the mere thought of it. I imagined it must be the same for
her. Instantly I knew what I wanted to do to her for her first time
with me. I had much to prepare. It was going to take a few days to get
the needed supplies. But that was just as well I wanted to give her a
chance to heal up a bit. I only hoped I could keep my hands off her
and wait long enough for the master plan to come to fruition. I still
had cunt here to help me keep the edge off. "Get her in the shower
cunt. She stinks. I think she peed all over herself in all the
excitement." I left them alone. No doubt she answered her usual Yes
Darling as I stormed out of the dungeon. While I was gone I could hear
them talking to each other.
They were whispering. Stacy was aware that they were being
monitored, and had told her friend. Victoria was incensed and was loud
enough for her portion of the conversation top be heard by the
microphones that I had implanted in the dungeon, despite her warnings.
"How could you tell him!" She was clearly upset with Stacy. "Why
couldn't you just lie!" And finally I heard her nearly shouting. "You
were always such a stupid bitch. Why couldn't you just have divorced
that old degenerate. I told you we could break the prenup! Why did I
ever let you con me into this stupid fucking plan of yours." I
switched off the microphone, but not the recorders.
I quickly found what I was looking for and hurried back to
their side. Vicky was just finishing her shower, and was drying
herself off. I tossed the measuring tape to Stacy, and told her to
take her friends measurements. She did it but was clearly nervous
about the close proximity to another woman. She was notably
uncomfortable about taking Vicki's hips and waist measurements. Her
face was quite close to Vicki's pubic mound, when she bent over to
take the measurements. I wrote all the measurements down in a
notebook. She was after all going to need a new wardrobe.
When they were done I led Vicki over to the iron door in the
wall that led to the cell. I placed Stacey's iron collar around
Vicki's slender neck securing it myself. I opened the small door and
motioned for her to get in. She got down on her hands and knees and
crawled in slowly. I watched her crawl in and sealed her into the
wall. I would need some time to prepare for her first time with me. As
an artist I wanted to do it right. I would have only one chance to
make it memorable for her and I. She could wait she wouldn't be going
anywhere Besides I wanted to give her something for being as nice to
me as she had been thus far. I wanted to give her a couple of days of
no food, no water, or sleep. I had a feeling that she would be much
nicer to me after a few days in the wall. I also wanted to giver her a
chance to heal up a bit. I certainly didn't want to fuck her with all
those marks across her body. She was strong and healthy, at least for
now she was, and she would heal up fast too. I couldn't say that she
would have the same recuperative powers in a few months. So I had to
take advantage of her strength while she had it.
With Vicki tucked in for the night that left me and Stacy with
some time on our hands. She still looked great to me tarted up in her
humiliating maid ensemble, despite her split lip. I led Stacy into the
next room, she had some freshening up to do. Vicki had some crying to
do, and it was the least we could do to leave her alone. Well
relatively alone, I was after all taping her every moment in the wall
cell.
I sat Stacy down at the dressing table to fix her makeup. I
watched as she reapplied her eyeliner, mascara, and fire engine red
lipstick. Soon she was looking as radiant as ever, and I was more than
ready for her. I stood by the side of the bed with my erection
pointing straight at her. She approached me from the other side of the
bed crawling across the bed to get to me. Promptly as I had trained
her to do, she kept crawling toward me until she encompassed by cock
with her mouth. Her breath was hot on me and her tongue was darting
all around the underside of my length. I was already hot enough but
lately I had instructed her that she was to always begin by taking me
in her mouth. I knew how much she hated it. I flipped her over on her
back with her legs directed toward me. Like the practised slut that
she was her legs flopped open with not a hint of the shame that she
once had. Her left hand had drawn her breasts from her maids outfit
and she was manipulating them before me. Her other hand, her right
hand was between her legs holding herself open. Spreading her vagina
open for me for my inspection. Her index finger of her right hand was
placed directly on top of her clitoris, and was rubbing it in a
circular non stop motion. The fear of endless torture, torture without
end had turned her into this. She gave a convincing groan as I fed
myself into her soft vagina. A groan that meant she loved my touch,
and dreaded the moment that it would end. On an intellectual level I
new differently. She in fact hated me and would kill me with her bare
hands were it within her power to do so. I drove myself into her again
and again. My lust fuelled by these thoughts. Thoughts of power, my
power. The power I held over her. The power she once had, that I had
ripped from her the same way that I was ripping into her now. I was
still standing up while I fucked her. Her legs had wrapped themselves
around my waist. She could not sit up to embrace me with arms, as my
training had prepared her to. Instead she was doing the next best
thing. Her hands had wrapped around her breasts, and she was kneading
the artificial tits as though they were cookie dough. Her head was
tilted far back, her mouth open wide in a gape, impersonating passion.
She was getting to me again. I slowed my pace in an effort to make it
last. She clamped herself down on me, squeezing me tightly every time
I hit bottom. Then letting go of me when she felt me being to move
backwards. She had become a practised whore for me. I could always
count on my cunt to give me a great fuck, day or night. I could rouse
her from a deep sleep and barge in to her chamber demanding any act I
could conceive of, no matter how perverse. By now her legs were rising
straight up from her laying position. I had her ankles on either side
of my head, surrounding me in her legs, and their silken covering. She
was screaming out in her artificial passion. I quickened my pace, a
vocal woman always gets to me, then soon after I was moving in a blur,
rapidly in and out of her. Her ass was hanging off the edge of the
bed, my thighs were slapping against her clapping. I imagined the
clapping was for us. The approval drove deeply into her a final time,
and I was pumping her full once again. She knew the signs extremely
well by now, and helped things along, rhythmically grasping me, then
releasing me every few seconds. As soon as I had left her she had
turned around on the bed, her garment swishing as she turned her head
back to my member. With no direst instructions she had popped my dick
back into her mouth, licking and sucking it clean of our fluids. I had
recently specified that after every fuck if she didn't try to get me
hard for another round, that she would regret it. She was bobbing her
head up and down on my semi-hard cock, trying to coax another erection
from me. That in turn would be used to further degrade her. Her
practised tongue and these thoughts conspired to give me what I
wanted, yet another erection that she would be forced to deal with.
Soon I had her turned around again. Her head down on the bed and her
ass pointed skyward. "Hold yourself open cunt." In a flash her hands
were at her behind prying her cheeks apart for my plunder. The going
was tough into her ass, with only residual baby oil, and what little
had slid down the crack of her ass to pave the way, but I didn't mind
too much. She was being vocal again, stifling her scream with the
bedding. Holding her by her hips I began to use her ass for my
pleasure. Having just come a few minutes ago I was guranteed to last a
lot longer this round. It was a good thing to she needed more practice
at imitating desire, when I fucked her ass. Toward that end (pardon
the pun :)) I slammed myself into her ass as deep as I could get, then
stopped my movements. "You do some work cunt." With that I was
watching her slide herself off then back onto my dick. I was surprised
to see she was changing the color of my cock, slightly darker. I
didn't think that I had been feeding her all that well, that she
wouldn't be more clean back here. I had determined that I was not
going to move for the duration of her ass fucking this time. But as
she got me more and more excited my mind was changed and I slammed
into her a few times till I finished in her. I'm sure that she had
emptied me out and I was done for the night. But again, she had
whirled around to try and tease a further erection from me with her
talented mouth. Who was I to argue with such a beautiful woman? This
time her efforts were rewarded only by providing her owner with shiny
clean cock, that I would put away for more fun latter.
I left her dressed as my little maid, my sorcerers apprentice
had done well, as well as could be expected under the circumstances.
It wasn't everyday that I forced her to collaborate with her rapist to
break her best friends will. I snapped the handcuffs to the headboard,
and walked around her to the other side of the bed, and secured that
wrist as well. I then walked back to the end of the bed her legs were
pressed together, how modest. I held out a hand, she moved her leg
placing the ankle in my hand for me so that I may secure her spread
eagled on the bed.
I decided to leave Stacy here while leaving Vicki in the wall
cell. They would have buoyed each others spirits had I kept them
together. Better to partially break in my new whore first, just for a
few days then, reintroduce them to each other. I had much to do to
make my new playmate comfortable. Taking the measurements that Stacy
had made and the sizes of her clothes that I had packed for her I
faxed an order to a ladies fashion house that I had used before for
Stacy. The lingerie and costumes that I ordered would arrive tomorrow.
Every few hours I would check to see if Vicki had cried herself to
sleep or not. If I noticed that she had drifted off I would give her a
blast of electricity to rouse her from her slumber. I decided to giver
her something to pass the time watching. The TV screen mounted in the
ceiling flickered to life. I heard the speaker playing Stacey's voice
to her friend. "Hello my name is Cunt. My Darling owner loves it when
he lets me suck his long delicious cock. He has instructed me to make
this tape to show you how he likes me to do it. His cock is so
yummy.................." That should keep her interest for a few
hours. Five and a half hours to be precise.
I set about repairing and improving the damage done by the
recent events. The sliding door in the back of the closet was
replaced. I added another bolt to the hinge side of the iron door.
Event if they managed to pry off the hinges it would do them no good.
I also added another bolt to the wall cell door. This one would trip
and lock the door, in case of another power failure. Also in case of a
power failure I ordered an industrial UPS system, it would provide a
few hours of electricity, which would be more than enough.
Getting rid of her Cadillac was another chore that I had to
accomplish soon. Preferably before anyone discovered Jason's corpse or
realised that Vicki too had gone missing. I jacked the car up and set
it running. I wanted to jack the odometer up to match the actual
distance I planned to transport the car to the dump sight. I loaded
the car onto the tow truck still concealed with the car cover, and set
off for a road trip. I won't mention the city that I took it to.
Suffice to say it was a port city. I dropped the car off in a wooded
area north of the city. In the trunk I left Vicki's suitcase only half
full of the clothes I had taken with her. If anyone found the car soon
they would also find a pair of pink high heels that were too big for
Vicki, a skin-tight pink dress, a matching purse filled with all of
Stacey's effects. Before I left I also took Vicki's freshly fired gun,
field stripped it and cleaned it with bleach and brake cleaner. I made
sure to remove the clip before I had Vicki and Stacy handle it
thoroughly. At the dump sight for the car I again field stripped the
weapon. I carelessly left the slide in the car. Opps! I then threw the
remaining pieces as far from the car as I thought the women could have
thrown them. Too bad the pieces of the weapon fell short of the river,
and lay exposed on the nearby rocks. How careless of them to leave the
murder weapon behind like that. In the vehicle I left some travel
brochures for Hawaii and Mexico. Here was also one for Rio. Maybe Harv
could squeeze a vacation out of this. He was such a dedicated and hard
working cop. I wanted him to be happy in his work. Wouldn't want him
to retire early. I would have had to cultivate another source in the
department. The burning rag I placed in the mouth of the gas tank
burned fiercely for a few moments. I helped it fall out of the opening
to the ground. I could hear the FBI agents now...."They should have
stayed at least long enough to ensure that the car caught.."
It was about a 12 hour drive round trip. By the time I arrived
home I was exhausted. I nevertheless had to check on the animals. They
were fine. Vicki looked like she hadn't slept much more than an hour
at the most. The simple light timer I had left had given her a jolt
every hour or so just to keep her awake. I fed Stacy, some food that
is rather than my cock. I made her masturbate herself for me. I was
too tired to bother to fuck her. I resolved to automate their feeding.
I had to think more on this to come up with a workable scheme. The
dogs were fine, I fed them and let them run about the farmhouse for a
while. They found a rabbit and chased it. It managed to escape them,
typical. Thanks again Harv. They were distracted by a passing
helicopter. It was a chopper belonging to the State Patrol. I wondered
what they were looking for. There was nothing on the news yet. Perhaps
they were just being coy? I decided to sleep some. I slept soundly and
without interruption, not even from dreams.
The next day around 11 AM a van drove onto the property. I
went out to greet the driver. It was the delivery service, dropping
off Vicki's new wardrobe. I took the packages from the driver thanked
him and tipped him. I carried the bundles into the dinning room,
searching through them to make sure that all the items that I had
specified were there, and in the right sizes. Among the boxes there
was a special box. A hat box, "Helen's Bridal Supply" was printed on
the box. The veil that the box contained was incredibly fine. I had to
hold it up to the light to see the near microscopic weave of the lace.
Nothing but the finest for Vicki's first time.
There are other section coming in the near future. If you have content
idea for poor Stacey's future appearances please send them along to
special_kwa@hotmail.com
Here's wishing you all have a healthy fantasy life.
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