The Trophy Wife
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
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Remember I'm partial to blondes!
Here's wishing you all have a healthy fantasy life.
