Business Bitch

Business Bitch pt. 1

 

CHAPTER 1: THE DISH

 

     Ah, you know the type don’t you?  In her thirties, married, working a white collar job… this one a regional manager for an accounting firm.  There are certainly certain types of women who spin me up faster than anything!  Her name was Marta and I came across her when I saw her at a job fair.  She was definitely what I deem attractive.  She was I figured in her thirties, dark brown hair, large brown eyes, and a superb build for a childless woman that showed a lot of promise. 

     I set forth with my normal stalking and intelligence gathering ways.  It took me a few months to secure the details and information I needed and once I had it I knew this was going to be more than a mere good time for me, this was going to be an education for her.

     I loathe women who are either to good or too self important to provide their husbands off spring.  I am all for a woman bettering herself with education and preparing herself for life it’s only smart to be prepared.  However once she’s married its time to do the right thing and put that aside and become a mother.  There are however plenty of women now days who don’t want the bother or impediment to their careers so they punish their husbands by stifling their family lines. 

     This was the type woman Marta was, too worried about her career and job position to put it on hold and do the one thing a man marries a woman for, provide him children!  This being said I decided I was going to educate poor Marta in her purpose as a wife!  A man can live with a woman and they can fuck every night but to make an honest woman of her he typically marries her if he intends to start a family.  This brings me to my position, once a woman says “I do” she should be expecting to provide him children in the near future, otherwise he could have just kept fucking her and stayed single.

     I grabbed her as she left the mall one evening.  As she unlocked the door to her car I jammed the hypodermic needle into her calf as I lay under the car.  From there I pushed her into the van I had parked next to her driver side. I then hid her car in an empty warehouse and rode a bike back to get my van.  I left a note stating she was leaving him in their house he would have reason to be concerned when she didn’t return from work that day but with the note around the cops wouldn’t even look for her.  They would classify her as an upset spouse, at least for a while. 

 

CHAPTER 2: A PLACE SETTING

 

     She was kept in a concrete room I kept near 100 degrees.  This insured she was always nice and slick with sweat.  I dressed her in size 10 white cotton gown that was mid thigh length and nothing more.  I had taken her measurements while she was unconscious along with her clothing sizes off the things she was wearing.  The size 10 gown clung to her in all the places it should have since she was wearing a size 12 when I undressed her.  Her hair was lovely, a dark shade of brown that was trimmed right at shoulder length and which she generally wore pulled back.  She had bald pits and her pubic hair, also a dark brown and very thick was trimmed into a small strip when I captured her.  She wore a 34B-30-37 size 12 petite.  Laying down I measured her at 5’2.  I guessed her weight to be about 110lbs.  She had been sedated for a little over a week now with IV’s keeping her nourished and a catheter to drain her bladder. 

     Since she hadn’t been awake all this time I sponge bathed her every two days and I spent most of my free time during that period eating her and tasting her cum.  It took some learning to eat her out with the catheter in but I quickly learned and adapted. 

 

     Another nice thing this time period did was allow her body hair to grow out.  I simply detest that bald baby girl body that seems to be all the rage today with women.  I did keep her legs shorn but let her pubic mound and underarms grow and did they.  After two weeks her pubic mound was very thick and bushy.  Her underarms likewise had grown in and provided me with a nice view, the dark hair clashing with her complexion.

 

CHAPTER 3:  MENU EXPLAINED

 

     Before I reduced the drugs and removed the IV I placed the collected newspaper articles on the nightstand so she would learn her fate was real and understand that time had really passed by without her knowing it.  Once the IV & catheter were removed she slowly began to wake.  Her reactions were hysteria which was to be expected.  Once she calmed down a bit she began to look around the room.  What she saw made her jaw drop; the large cell was a big open room with no places to hide for privacy. 

     The bathroom area was just that an area in the corner with a toilet and shower area.  The shower area contained no glass only a floor drain and mounted shower head on the wall.  The TV area had a solid metal bench with foam pad.  The kitchen area contained a fridge, sink, and microwave.  The bedroom area which she was in contained a large wooden framed bed with eyebolts mounted to the head and foot boards.  A dresser along the far wall, one nightstand, and a cabinet mounted into the wall with a steel locked door on it.  She quickly noticed the video cameras mounted everywhere in the cell so that she was visible from any angle.

     The how’s and whys began to roll and I simply sat smiling as she rambled, allowing her time to calm down before I spoke up.  I pointed to the articles and she picked them up reading them one at a time.  No sooner had she finished the first one than she began crying.

     I quickly explained her situation, you’ve been abducted, as you have read your husband is now the prime suspect in your disappearance and thanks to some articles of clothing I placed on your property with a few drops of your blood on them he will probably be incarcerated down the road for what the police suspect was a murder.  She gasped, not believing I could be so cruel.  Now the fun begins as she opens herself up to it all to save her beloved.

     “Please I will do whatever you want just don’t let him goto jail for something that he didn’t do!”  I looked at her and smiled, “willing to do ANYTHING you say…”!  “My dear from now until the time I tire of your company you have NO choice but to do everything I say, grant every request, perform every act!  If you falter he WILL be going to prison and what happens to him in there will make what happens to you here look like child’s play.  If you think for one moment I am not serious and I won’t let him go off to prison think again. Also there is NO escaping from here.  The room is furnished to state correctional institution standards so the odds of you creating a weapon or tool to use to get out are slim and none!”

     It was at this point she began to understand what her fate would be, that she was going to be my toy until I tired of playing with it.  Tears flowed down her cheeks like a waterfall, her crying had stopped verbally though and she only sobbed and sniffled as she listened.

     “You have been married for several years now and yet you have no children!  You have cheated your husband out of heirs because of your own desires.  This WILL be amended.  You will produce at least 1 child before I let you go so you may as well accept that now!”  At that statement she began crying aloud again, upset because it would interfere with her work life when she got out I suppose.

     “Aside from your husband little situation you can and will be whipped, burned, beaten, and/or branded as punishment for disobeying.  Realize this, you will be raped Marta.  You will be raped repeatedly; you will learn to give me head like it is second nature.  You will learn to swallow every time.  You will be made pregnant and you will deliver the child here.  You will be sodomized forcefully!  All these things WILL happen with or without your consent.  Arguing, fighting me, disagreeing with me… all these will get you is punishment!  After the punishment you will still get what I mentioned only you will have been punished before and maybe after.  If I were you I would be smart, if it’s going to happen why take a beating and possibly be disfigured too.  You may as well take my cock, accept it and remain in one piece!”  Now I don’t like doing anything violent to women but she didn’t know this.  She believed it no doubt but that was the plan.  To make her feel she has no other option but to comply.

     Through sobs she replied, “Okay, but I WILL not like it and I do NOT want any of this.  I will do whatever you desire if you get my husband out of that fix and promise not to kill me!”  I chuckled wanting her to think I was pondering it.  “I suppose AFTER you’ve complied I will agree to help your husband by letting you go.”

     She nodded in agreement as I unlocked her feet from the shackles. “FINE just get this over with you bastard!

 

CHAPTER 4:  SLOPPY SOUPS

 

     I entered the underground cell through the heavy steel covered oak door, locking the combination lock once inside.  She knew she couldn’t brain me and run because only I could unlock the door!  I walked over slowly admiring her as she sat on the makeshift couch watching TV.  Her cotton gown was wet from her sweating in the warm room all night.  Me I was fresh from the two hour gym workout just to make sure I was nice and rank for her first breaking in!

     I removed my shoes, slid off my shirt, removed my pants and silk boxers and sat next to her on the couch.  “Are you ready to begin your lessons Marta?”  She said nothing only nodded her head up and down in agreement.  I said only one word but that word was enough to let her know what I expected.  “SUCK”!

     She began her half assed attempt… Lying across my leg, holding just the tip in her mouth as she started jerking me off.  Either she was a novice cock sucker or she was trying to insult me!  My words were preceded with a slap across the side of her head, not hard just enough to get her attention.  “Look you lazy bitch, get in the floor put your knees on the concrete center your body on me and suck it like you want this cock, like you want it happy so it doesn’t hurt you!”

     She flinched as I popped her head then slid into the floor and as she was told knelt between my legs.  “Start by tonguing my balls and inner thighs, clean and pleasure them fully then slowly move to my cock!”  I giggled as I watched her begin licking and kissing on my inner thighs, the sweat and musk from my workout having coated my balls providing her with a nice aroma to remind her she was sucking off a stranger.

     I leaned back and watched feeling and seeing her tears dripping into my thick hairy pubic mound.  It took her several minutes before she was content my sack and inner thighs were clean.  I told her to clean them until they smelled good! 

     After my sack was clean she placed my head to her lips and then slowly let it enter her mouth.  Crying as she sucked me off now letting her mouth slide down my shaft, her lips rolled over her teeth expertly, and her tongue begins to glide over the soft foreskin, swirling over the nerve endings. 

     It wasn’t easy to stave off my orgasm, I wanted to let myself cum so bad but I fought it off.  I let her suck me for almost an hour the first time.  She finally began begging me to cum which is exactly what I wanted.  Her mouth had begun to cramp and get painfully sore from being stretched over and around me and she was desperate to make me cum so she could relax her jaw.

     “Make sure you swallow EVERY drop!”  With those words she took me back into her mouth and worked me as I began firing off thick stringy strand of cum into her waiting married mouth.  As she worked I could feel her gulping and swallowing it down.  After I relaxed a little I chuckled, knowing I had jerked off for two weeks always stopping before I came.  Sure I had blue balls but I also trained my body to build up a huge surplus of cum which she now received deep in her married belly!

     “Were done, goto bed Marta!”  She quickly scurried to bed, curling into the fetal position and crying herself to sleep.  Over the next 12 days I made her suck me off at a minimum 5 times a day making sure she knew what her mouth was meant for!  The next 10-14 days would be a change in pace for her.  Now I would humiliate her more than anything else I would do to her during her stay…eat her pretty slit and make her cum repeatedly as she had just done to me!