For years Michael and Lisa flirted online and wrote erotica to tease one another. They loved each other in their own ways, even though she married in her little vanilla reality, they shared the utmost personal information with each other and quickly became inseparable. But his desire grew more urgent than she knew. Lately, their correspondence was growing less and less because her husband was demanding more of her attention at home and she had just gotten a promotion at work. She tried to reply as much as she could, and after a few weeks of shorter and shorter replies, he decided he was going to jump on a plane and go and get his slut.

Michael did not tell Lisa that he would be meeting her face-to-face the following Saturday because he knew she would tell him not to come. She always said that to him and it was really beginning to piss him off. He did not tell Lisa that he cleaned the trunk of his car out and stopped at the hardware store for duct tape, rope and other supplies. He did not tell Lisa that he had already programmed her address into his phone and was ready to claim his prize. Michael did not tell Lisa that he wouldn't be taking "no" for an answer anymore. After all, they were soul mates. She had said so herself. She loved him "to the moon and back". They were meant for each other, two peas in a pod, they would be happily ever after, until death do they part.

The first few months Lisa and Michael had been chatting, they didn't miss a day of speaking. There were good morning texts, what's for lunch texts and good night chats; usually for several hours. It was during one of their hot and heavy evening sessions, that she decided to tell Michael that she was falling in love with him. Which, in retrospect, she was really in love with the idea of a man who was open and willing to do naughty things with her. Unlike her husband Phil, who was a minister and the father of her 3 children. Phil just didn't satisfy her primal desires like Michael had and she was infatuated.

Each time they chatted, or talked on the phone, Lisa came more than she had ever cum in her life. She had no problem sharing compromising photos with him either, she loved him. She trusted him. After a few months of secretly seeing one another online, Michael asked for Lisa's last name and address so he could send her something kinky as an extravagant gift.

"Sweetheart, I want to lavish you in gifts. I want to buy you a big dildo and watch you use it while we chat. Tell me your address so I can spoil you like you deserve."

"I don't need anything but your love, Michael. Thank you for the offer though sweetie pie.", Lisa was hesitant to tell him her personal information. However, their agreement was that when they were role-playing online, he was her Master and she was to obey his every demand.

"Are you denying me, slut?" Michael questioned Lisa's devotion.

"Of course not Mich... Sir. I just don't need anything to prove that you love me. I know you do and I wouldn't want my husband to find any extravagant gifts either. How would I explain that?" she said.

"It's not my concern how you hide the things that I gift to you. How many times have I told you not to mention that vanilla prick? You will send me your address or I will show him what you did to the cucumber before you fed it to your family SLUT!"

Lisa cried, but didn't tell Michael she was crying as she typed out her address. She hoped she could trust him. She had her life to think about and it was a very good life. She had her children to protect and her very loving husband to honor. She was on the PTA and volunteered in her community all the time. She had a reputation to uphold. Because he asked during one of their dominating sessions, she knew she could not deny him.

"Take a picture of your fucking driver's license, bitch", he demanded. Lisa knew he was angry because he only demeaned her when she denied him something, which was rare. She took her license out of her purse and snapped a photo.

"I can trust you, right baby?" she muttered.

"CALL ME SIR!"

"I'm sorry Sir, I can trust you, right Sir?" she corrected.

"Maybe you can maybe you can't. Take the fucking picture NOW!" and with that, she sent him the photo. "Good girl. You know I love you sweetheart but I hate it when you fucking tell me 'no'. Show me your pussy..." he demanded.

Strangely, Lisa was soaking wet. She hadn't noticed with the fear of the situation but she was soaked and very aroused. Her clit was poking out of her lips and she wanted to cum very badly. She pulled her lips back a little and snapped the photo for her Master, happily. She felt safe when she was showing her body to him.

"Your pussy looks delicious as always. I can see that fear had made you quite wet. Cum for me you little slut. Cum for your Master. I'm going to shove my prick deep inside your throat soon. I'm going to slam my big balls on your chin and make you gag. Your eyes will plead with me to let you breathe but I'll keep thrusting deeper and deeper into you until I decide to choke you with my hot, sticky sperm." She was happy to have this outlet for her needs and as she sent the photo, she rubbed her clit in a circular motion, rubbing her warm juices all over and pressing harder she came. Cum flowing out of her sex, leaving a little wet spot on the sheets beneath her.

"I came so hard for you Sir, thank you!" She pleaded.

That night was years ago and not something that Lisa had ever expected to fear. She had been pregnant twice since that night, renewed her vows before God in her husband's church, been nominated and won a philanthropist award for women who serve their community. She thought he had forgotten about that night and never in a million years did she expect to see him on her doorstep. The night before he kidnapped her, Lisa slept soundly in her marital bed with her vanilla husband snoring by her side. Her three children slept soundly in their beds as well, dreaming of happy things like ice cream, summer vacation, puppies and Disney World.

Lisa loves Saturday mornings because her husband and kids slept in while she got up early and exercised, cleaned the house and filed some of her volunteer paper work. She never could find the time or energy to do it during the week. Not with the soccer games, PTA meetings and other commitments she was responsible for. It was 5am when she decided to go for a run. She laced up her sneakers, put in her head phones and left her house through the back door. It was still dark, and the weather was quite cool still. Michael knew her routine because she so openly told him every aspect in her life and because she was a creature of habit, she was going to be easy to grab. He knew that she started out her back door, and ran down the main drag of her neighborhood. He had studied the map well over the past several years, anticipating this very morning. Michael dressed in all black and waited around the corner for Lisa. She was running at a slow warm-up pace when he spotted her from behind a large bush. He mused at how sexy she was, her straight blonde hair thrown messily into a pony tail, her tight yoga pants leaving nothing to the imagination and the sports-top she was wearing, exposing her stomach. He knew her body very well, from head-to-toe but seeing her in person like this had him rock hard. He stepped out onto the sidewalk as she approached. Lisa stopped abruptly as she noticed a tall man in black staring at her. It was dark and she couldn't quite identify him yet and her heart pounded in her chest. She didn't wonder if this man was lost, she knew she was about to be attacked. Michael smiled as she turned to run the other direction but she was too late. He grabbed her arm hard, gripping her tightly and pulled her into his body. She fought, and tried to scream but he covered her mouth before she could get it out.

"Hello, my slut" he growled into her ear and licked the lobe. Lisa instantly knew who he was and thought she was about to die! Fear flooded her and tears welled up in her eyes. "Surprise my love. I am here to rescue you from this fake, vanilla life you pretend to live. You're even sluttier in person" he mused as he kissed her trembling cheek. Lisa struggled and tried to free herself from him. She kicked him and bit his hand but he did not lose his grip. He expected her to be afraid so he dragged her to his car, opened the trunk and stuffed her inside. She started to scream until he showed her a large knife and told her he wasn't afraid to shut her up the hard way, if that's what she would prefer. She stayed silent while he got the duct tape out. "I'm going to tape your mouth shut and bind your hands so that you don't do something stupid, slut. If you try to escape, I will murder your children," He warned. Lisa sobbed, knowing he wasn't bluffing. Knowing she had screwed up; she regretted ever having dark desires. She regretted ever falling for such a monster but suddenly found her pussy to be wet. She was disgusted with herself and cried even harder as he closed the trunk and drove the car.

It wasn't a long trip, maybe five minutes only and this worried her. She wondered what he was going to do. She listened as he turned the engine off and exited the car. The door slammed shut and she heard him walking away. Where were they? What was he going to do? Was her family alive? She cried and kicked the car, hoping someone would find her. She knew it was still early and most people wouldn't be awake but she had to try. She had to try and save her children!

Michael entered Lisa's house through the back door that she had left unlocked. He knew that her family was still sleeping and it would be the perfect time to put his plan in motion. The only way he was going to have Lisa all to himself was to get rid of these people she called family. He found his way to the side of the house where the children slept. Two in one bedroom, the baby in the other. He went into the baby's nursery and smiled over how beautiful she was. She looked a lot like Lisa. He reached into the crib and caressed her chubby face. She was sound asleep as he walked out, carefully closing the nursery door behind him.

Tip-toeing into the older girls rooms, he noted how honest Lisa had been with him. She shared photos of the newly decorated room not even four months ago. The girls were very into princesses and pink and this room was decorated lavishly to fit their desires. Both girls had their own twin sized bed and were sleeping so soundly. The younger one looked like their father and it made Michael angry. Lisa was suppose to have his children, not this vanilla ass hat. He kneeled down beside Avery and pushed her straight blonde hair away from her eyes so he could really take her all in. He lifted the blanket some so he could see what she was wearing. Perhaps he should kidnap her as well so he could make her regret looking like her father. He could make this little one his slave and watch him rape her mother. As he lightly ran his fingers over her sweet little bare arms, and down to the hem of her nightie, he noticed that her panties were also princess and that turned him on a lot. He parted her legs and pressed his mouth to her little panty-covered mound. Her smell was intoxicating and he wanted a taste so he pushed her little panties aside and stuck his tongue right into her baby lips. This little princess needed to be fucked and as he was considering doing so, her sister turned over in her bed. Michael stopped and remembered why he had come in here. One last little lick of her sweet baby cunny and he took out his bag. First, he placed duct tape carefully over the little one's mouth and then bound her hands with silk scarves. After doing this, he tied her down to the bed with rope. He chuckled, thinking how she would certainly pee in her princess panties later when she realized she couldn't move. He did the same to her older sister and by the time he was finished securing them, sun light was beginning to peek through the windows. He knew he had better move quickly.

Michael walked to the other side of the house where he found Lisa's bedroom. He knew it well, as he required her to send him live photos often. He wanted to know every aspect of her house and she had no idea that he was actually staking it out so that this would go smoothly. She hadn't moved a thing since the last photo session so it was easy to find the bedroom. When he got there, Phil wasn't asleep as he had planned. He heard the shower running in their master bathroom and thought, this man woke up and took a shower without even checking on his daughters. His baby girl was being licked by a dirty old pervert while he was probably jerking off in a hot shower. Michael was happy that Phil was aloof because he got to taste sweet, soft, virgin, hairless pussy for the first time. Michael pushed open the bathroom door some and heard Phil singing a hymn he didn't know. How appropriate he thought and smiled.

"Babe? You're back early from your run. I'll be out in just a few minutes", Phil said through the shower door. Michael didn't like Phil calling his soul mate 'babe'. It infuriated him and he wanted to kill this man for insulting him. Instead, Michael waited the few minutes for Phil to finish his shower. Phil turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying off inside the shower. When he opened the door, he saw Michael sitting on the sink, with a giant knife in his hands. Phil looked like he was going to shit himself and was speechless. He held the towel in front of his cock while looking white as a ghost. Thoughts of his family being slain around the house brought tears to his eyes and he looked like he might say something to Michael.

"I haven't killed anyone, yet. If that's what you're wondering, Phil", Michael snarked.

"I... uh... what do you want? You can have anything you want just please don't hurt my family dude." Phil pleaded.

"Dude? DUDE? What are you, twelve? Call me Sir. Your slut calls me Sir. I am Sir, not a 'dude'".

"Sir.... my what? What do you want? We have a safe, it has money. You can have it all, I will open it for you. PLEASE just tell me what you want."

"Drop your towel, Phil", Michael demanded. "Drop your towel and walk towards me. Michael stood up and pointed the knife at Phil. Phil was terrified of what he was going to do to him. Was he going to kill him? Was he going to cut his penis off? Where was Lisa? Were his girls okay?!"

Phil walked towards Michael, trembling and crying.

"You're such a little crybaby bitch, Phil. Lisa was right about you. She has been telling me for years that she deserves a real man. A strong man. A man who knows what he wants and fucking takes it."

"H...h...hhow do you know Lisa?" Phil stood naked and cold, trembling and puzzled a foot away from Michael. Michael squatted down some to get a better look at Phil's penis. It wasn't hard, and maybe it was cold in here but he had never seen one so small except on small boys. He took the knife and ran the edge of it along Phil's groin. Michael chuckled as he considered cutting him some, just for effect. When Michael stood up, he realized how hard he was. He still tasted Phil's little girl on his lips, and knowing the power he had over Phil he decided to have some fun. He had never been with a man before, and he certainly didn't consider himself homosexual but this was about power. Not about sex. He reached down and unzipped his pants. Phil's face flushed ghostly-white as Michael unleashed his massive, raging hard cock.

"Get on your knees, Minister" he demanded.

"Please NO! Oh God, NO! You can have anything you want..." Phil pleaded.

"I want you on your fucking knees. I am not going to tell you again, Minister." Michael restated as he ran the blade of the large knife along Phil's trembling face. Phil dropped to his knees, and Michael pushed his cock towards his mouth. "If I feel even one bite, I will scalp your fucking head. Is that clear?" he insisted, as he pushed Phil's lips open with his cock.

Throat fucking Lisa's dear vanilla husband was even more exciting than licking this prick's little child's baby pussy. Phil sobbed as Michael raped his mouth, thrusting harder with each push, forcing Phil to gag. Michael was the King and everyone knew it. Michael was the best in all the kingdom and he was proving how amazing he was by forcing his cock down this straight, Minister's throat. Filling his balls tighten, he held Phil's head down so that he would not miss a drop of his perverted cum. Phil closed his eyes, knowing what was about to happen and gagged when the hot, putrid spunk splashed the back of his throat over and over. Stream after stream of sticky, gooey, disgusting man's cum. His stomach churned and he started to throw up but Michael refused to let go so Phil had to swallow that too.

"Who's your God now, Phil?" He asked while vomit and cum leaked out of Phil's nose. "I just got finished licking your baby girl's cunt and later I will be doing much more to her". Phil looked up at Michael with shock and anger until Michael beat him in the face until he passed out. Blow after blow, bloody hit after bloody hit until Phil's body gave out. Michael put his flaccid cock away and decided to leave the blood on Phil's face and tied him up in the chair that was in the bedroom. At least an hour had passed before Michael went back out to retrieve Lisa.

Lisa was still crying and kicking the trunk when Michael got back to the car. He opened the trunk and slapped her hard in the face. "SHUT UP BITCH" and slammed the trunk shut again. he wondered if she was ever going to actually be a good little slut like he had been training her to be all these years?! Had she been lying to him or was she just out of practice? Michael angrily drove the car to the back of her house and entered the garage. He had left it open so that he could park in there and no one would notice. Once the garage door closed, he opened the trunk to find an unusually calm Lisa. She looked up at him, with wide eyes as if she was ready to accept her fate. After being slapped, Lisa had decided to stop fighting because she feared for her family. How she wished she could take back all of those night's of online debauchery.

Michael helped Lisa out of the trunk of the car and walked her inside the house.

"I've tied your girls up so they won't see anything. If you scream, I will go and get them and make them watch. Do you understand slut?" Michael said as he waited for Lisa to give a sign that she understood. Lisa nodded slowly, and he removed the duct tape. It hurt when he removed it but she was happy to be able to lick her dry lips. "I see you're turned on, licking your lips for your Master" Michael smiled broadly and pulled Lisa to him for a long, French kiss. He had dreamed of this moment for so long! Her lips were better than he ever imagined and he took his time exploring her mouth with his long tongue. Lisa resisted a little at first but soon her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she was swept away with fear-induced feelings of being dominated. She was so wet, despite fearing for her life. She wanted more and she kissed him back, passionately. Michael pulled away for a moment, "There's my girl.. the love of my life. My soul mate. My sexy Lisa". Lisa smiled a little. Lust, overwhelmed her and her pussy ached for Michael. Her pussy longed to for him, as it always did in their chats.

Michael walked Lisa quietly inside the house. Her fear returned as they entered the house as she heard muffled moaning coming from her bedroom.

"Did you hurt him, Sir?" she whispered.

Michael didn't respond but pushed her roughly down the hall. It pissed him off that she was worried about such a vile, worthless human being. The thought of him ever touching her, IMPREGNATING his beautiful little slut... caused him to push Lisa into door way as they entered her bedroom. She whimpered some, she wasn't used to real pain. Just role playing that she was getting her ass beat and tortured. Pretending to be into BDSM and actually experiencing it was two entirely different things, she was finding out.

Lisa gasped when she saw her husband, basically unconscious and tied to a chair. He was bleeding profusely from his head, and she wanted to comfort him. She felt guilty for everything that was happening, because it was completely her fault for having such deep conversations with this nightmare of a man. She hoped Michael would listen to reason and not harm her family anymore but she had a feeling that wasn't going to be an easy feat.

"If you scream, or try and run, or displease me in any fucking way, I will kill you and slaughter your family. Nod if you understand." Lisa nodded. "Good girl. Now, I am going to unbind your hands and you will take your clothes off for me. Do you understand?" Lisa nodded. "Good", he whispered then took the large knife and pressed it up against Lisa's throat. He wasn't going to kill her, he just wanted to remind her that he could. "It would be so simple." With that, he released Lisa's hands and stood back to watch her obey his every command. His hard cock grew even harder, to the point that it was painfully pushing into his pants. He walked over to her cock-sucking husband and slapped him awake. "Wake the fuck up and watch your slut wife service me". Phil gasped and looked into Lisa's eyes. A single tear rolled down his bloody cheek as he watched gorgeous mother of his three children slowly strip for this mad man.

"Strip for me sexy and slow, like you know I like it. Like every time you do it for me on camera while you watch my cock grow for you." Lisa blushed knowing her husband was now aware of what she had been doing behind his back for so long. She couldn't bare to look at him, knowing his heart was breaking and his spirit and probably faith was broken too. This had to be God's way of punishing her for being so depraved. She stood in the center of the room while Michael sat on the bed with a growing cock. He had waited so very long for this moment, he wanted to savor every single moment. He watched as Lisa closed her eyes and began to remove her clothing. First, she removed her running shoes and socks. Then she slide her tight yoga pants down to her ankles, turned around to face away from him and bent at the waist so Michael could get a good look at her thong-covered-apple-shaped rump. Lisa stood up and faced Michael while reaching under her breasts to lift up the sports top. When she lifted it above her head and through it on the floor, her breasts bounced. Michael lost his breath as he took in her beauty. She had an amazing body for a mother of three. He didn't notice the slight pooch around her abdomen or the very light stretch marks that she agonized over daily. He saw an angel. He saw his one and only soul mate.

Phil couldn't look away as Michael stood and walked towards Lisa in their big, marital bedroom. Phil's cock stirred in his pants as he watched the crazed lunatic grab Lisa's shoulders and push her to the floor. He licked his lips, remembering being forced to swallow Michael's cum not even an hour ago. The repugnant taste of another man's sperm oddly didn't turn his stomach. He was oddly terrified and turned on with anticipation of what Michael was going to do to his own, apparently slutty wife. If she really was that much of a slut, she wasn't Godly enough for him anyway so she deserved what she got. Phil's head ached from the beating he had received but his cock remained hard as stone.

"Take my cock out, slut"

"Yes Sir" she said as she obeyed his demand. Lisa reached up, keeping eye contact with her Master, as he required, and slid his pants down around his ankles. The bulge in his boxers was very big and this excited her a lot. "Sir, please may I suck your cock?"

"Tell me why you want to suck my cock, slut."

"I am a dirty whore who needs a big, dirty cock in her mouth, Sir", she replied.

Michael pushed his cock head against Lisa's pouty lips. She opened her mouth some and tasted his sweaty cock. The same cock that had just cum in her husband's mouth!

"Open your throat bitch" Michael demanded and shoved his full length into her waiting throat. She gagged and he grabbed a fistful of her hair and kept her head down on his prick. Michael thought about Lisa's daughter's pretty little pussy and it made his balls tingle. He was determined to put a baby inside of Lisa of their own so they could be a happy family. "I'm not going to cum in your mouth this time, Lisa. I've been waiting for that pussy for a long time. Get up baby", Michael commanded. She got up and he kissed her hard on the mouth while his prick pushed up against her nearly naked body. "Take your panties off slut" and Lisa obeyed. He rubbed his hands up and down her back and grabbed her ass a few times while pressing his cock into her stomach then laid her gently back on the bed. Lisa hadn't given her husband a second thought... while she laid back on her marital bed and spread her legs wide for her loving Master.

Michael didn't wait long to enter Lisa. His cock was still wet from her slutty mouth when he pressed his head against her clit. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it around her soaking wet pussy, pushing her lips apart as he did and enjoying spreading his pre cum all around her hot, little pussy.

"Please Master... please fuck me now. I am going crazy!" she begged. Michael loved to hear her beg for his cock and slipped just the tip inside with great resolve. "Please Master... mmmm please more... deeper please Master I need you deep inside of me!" And with that, Michael plunged in deeply and hard. Her pussy was tight, despite the three little girls that had come out of it and was throbbing! She came instantly, coating his cock with her thick cum and her pussy tightened around him, creating a nice friction that Michael couldn't get enough of. Each time he thrust into her his balls tingled and tightened. He pinned her down, legs over his shoulders getting as deep as he could, and pounded her hard. It wasn't long before Michael's cum was built up and ready to shoot inside of her waiting womb. His ass tightened and he closed his eyes as he finally released all of his sperm into his soul mate.

Lisa looked over at Phil and locked eyes with him. Remorse overwhelmed her body and she frowned. Phil mouthed 'I forgive you' and gave her a crooked smile. She smiled a little and held Michael tighter.