Trophy Wife
Part 3
The image on the screen was grainy, but still more than adequate to make out her face which was
as always covered in a thick mask of makeup. Had she been spotted on the street with this
pancake makeup on she would no doubt have been mistaken for a streetwalker. Her head was tilted
backward; her mouth was gaping open breathing hard a mask of imposed passion. Her body was
covered with a delicate sheer gown, cream in color, trimmed in satin completely see though.
Hiding nothing from my hungry prying eyes. She was sitting on a straight-backed chair placed a
few feet from the bed facing me as I sat there watching her. She was sitting with her behind
slid forward resting on the chair. Her legs encased in matching stockings were splayed wide
apart as wide as she could get them bracketing the chair. Her hands were between her legs, one
holding herself open wide to me while the other was a blur of activity pressing down and into
her sex while simultaneously stimulating her clitoris. I was watching very carefully the finger
working her clit was moving back and forth rapidly pressing just behind her bud. Despite being
forced to perform, forced to display herself like this, it was obvious to me that her technique
was genuine. It was clear watching what she was familiar with doing with herself in private. The
effect of course an act but her actions were giving me a clue as to how I could get to her.
Her performance had been recorded a few days earlier. It had been a busy week or so. I had been
on her almost continuously. I had used her till my dick hurt and I was having a hard time
getting it up. A consequence I had not foreseen. There was only so much fucking I could do, and
I was nearly fucked out. But that didn't mean that I couldn't find pleasant ways to pass the
time with her while I recuperated. Getting old sucks ass!
The chair she was sitting on was cracking and creaking in response to her movements. Her thigh
muscles were rippling, tensing and straining with effort. On the tape her groans and pants were
all but drowned out by the snaps of the old wooden chair." You're doing great cunt. If you can
convince me that you are really cumming I won't whip you this time." Between gasps she managed
to thank me for my generosity and kindness. Her head began to roll gently from side to side. Her
hair fell softly about her face. Subtle changes in her body, things she couldn't fake, began to
be noticeable. Poking through her gown her nipples were swollen and hard. A blush was beginning
to spread across her chest between her collarbones. Her whole body was now tensing up, and a
light sheen of perspiration had spread across her skin. Together these signs portrayed an
unmistakable picture or arousal. Arousal is an eternity away from climax. She would certainly
not climax, but just as certainly she could not avoid becoming aroused. A significant
improvement from our first encounter. The flesh on her thighs was shaking slightly, as much as
her stockings would allow.
"That's enough cunt, fake you cum now." Speaking was out of the question, it was only possible
for her to nod her head. She pressed a pair of fingers deep within her and pressed tightly on
her mound with her other hand as if trying to push herself together again. "Uuunnngh, uubb... "
Stopping for her was now the unpleasant chore but she managed to do it and gradually settled
down.
On the screen I watched myself stand, pass behind her a retrieve the crop from the closet.
"Tell me cunt, how many strokes do you think that I should give you for that performance?"
I switched off the tape having seen the interesting part. Now that she could fake her pleasure
by her own hands I would expect it from her always, under all circumstances.
Replacing her on the screen was the local news and the smiling face of dear sweet Mr. Potter
being wheeled out of the hospital. The old bugger had survived and would likely outlive me.
There was a podium prepared and he gave a brief speech. He thanked the hospital staff for
assisting him, his doctor's, and the people of our fair city for their kind cards and letters.
He kept it short and was assisted to his limo by his personal nurse. If Mr. Potter followed form
she would no doubt be the future Mrs. Potter. She was gorgeous in the bimbo sense that Mr.
Potter was fatally attracted to. I suppose Mel Brooks was right. It's good to be the King. The
news anchor came back online with a picture of the missing Mrs. Potter. Now being described as
the fugitive and prime suspect in Mr. Potter's attempted murder case. It was apparent that the
police had had the chance to interview Mr. Potter as he was recovering in hospital. Poor little
Stacey, I mean cunt. Things were not looking good for her. Even if she did escape me, her
marriage would certainly be over. There would be no inheritance to cover her for the rest of her
life. Worse still she would be the one to be arrested, tried and convicted for her role in the
attempted murder of her own Husband. After all who would believe her incredible tale of being
held captive by a madman such as me. All she knew of me was my face, not my name. All she knew
was my name and her dungeon.
My anonymous tape had had its effect on the case too. The next item of the broadcast catered
around the arraignment of cunts partner in crime for conspiracy to commit murder. The crush of
reporters surrounding him as he was hustled out of the courthouse rivaled that of Ms. Lewinsky.
Her treachery had ruined the relationship with her lover as well. He was the junior partner in
crime after all. To save his own skin I was certain that he would roll over on her, and testify
against her to save his own skin. After all hadn't she run out on him? She had lost everything,
her lover, her husband, her freedom (even if she escaped me) and all that money. The money she
loved more than her husband, probably even more than her lover. Old man potter had even
established a reward of $100000 for her capture. It pleased me to find out he had a vindictive
streak in him. Maybe we were kindred spirits after all. It was tempting even for me but I
decided to keep her a while longer.
His attorney walking behind him was a strikingly beautiful woman. She seemed quite familiar to
me. Still I could not place her, not until I saw her get into her car with the boyfriend and
begin to drive slowly through the throng of reporters. It was the same woman that I had seen
cunt having lunch with the weekend that the murder attempt had taken place on. So she was an
attorney, representing the sluts boyfriend. What a small small world.
I still had her plate written down in my notebook. In all the excitement I had not bothered to
run the plate to learn more about her. Now I didn't have to she was an attorney representing one
of the accomplices. A quick trip to the library again was all that I needed to learn some basic
biographical information about her. Her name was Victoria Crane she was 28 years of age. She had
graduated in the top 3% of her class at law school. Brains and beauty I was getting more
interested the more I learned. She had been practicing law for only 2 years but already she had
made a name for herself as an expert in divorce law. It was curious that she was helping the
boyfriend in his criminal matter that didn't make too much sense to me. I had decided to give
her an even closer look. She certainly wasn't hard on the eyes.
After leaving the library I decided I still needed some more information. I had cultivated a
friend at the Phone Company. A very special friend who could get me phone records of calls made.
I asked for and got quickly the records for the last six months of calls between Stacey,
Victoria, and Jason (the boyfriend). Computers really are marvelous how they can produce volumes
of information quickly. It was the best $250 I had spent in a while. Predictably there were lots
of calls between Stacey and Victoria, and Stacey and Jason. But the real surprise was the volume
of calls between Jason and Victoria. They nearly equaled the volume of calls between Stacey and
Jason. Curious I wonder what they had to talk about?
If I were clever enough to begin to have suspicious, I felt it logical that the police might
share my suspicions. A quick trip to my informant in the police department did wonders to calm
my nerves. Under the pretext of inquiring about the reward money. I managed to learn all kinds
of useful information. Harvey was so helpful at times. "Harvey if your interested in finding
Stacey I'd be keeping an eye on the boyfriend, or Stacey's sister. She's bound to try and
contact one of them soon. Don't you think so?" I didn't have to wait long for the answer Harv
was nodding his head before I had even finished the sentence. "I think so to, we just don't have
the manpower to devote to round the clock watching. But it's a great idea I'll give you that.
Mrs. Potter is going to turn up soon. She could be anywhere really. But I'll bet we turn up her
car first." I chuckled and thought to myself. Don't bet on it Harv.
Driving back to the farm I was mulling things over in my mind. An attorney specializing in
divorce proceedings would not be representing a client charged with attempted murder. Harvey
didn't think much of this though. He seemed to thing that he would get another attorney to
represent him as his case progressed through the courts. Still I wasn't too sure I resolved to
have a closer look at these two. About a half mile from the farm I felt my pager go off. It
couldn't have been work, or Harvey or any one else for that matter. These people would have
called my cell phone. It could mean only one thing. I checked it anyway, my blood ran cold
through my veins as I read the words "SECURITY BREACH" in the display window. "FUCKING BITCH" I
yelled, as I punched the pedal to the firewall. Even at highways speeds I managed to break the
tires loose. You just can't beat a thirty-year old muscle car for torque. It took me about 4
minutes to reach the farm. Four minutes! FOUR FUCKING MINUTES!! An eternity there was no telling
what mischief she could get into in FOUR FUCKING MINUTES. Braking on the gravel driveway was
futile. The car simply was not going to stop in time. I managed to brake the car against the
corner of the house, completely blowing off the right front fender. By the time I reached the
door I had my keys and gun out. Down to the basement I soon discovered that it was genuine and
not a false alarm. The doors through the closet and into the mobile home had been kicked
outward. Not a tremendous accomplishment. The steel door with the combination lock on it that
was another matter. She had removed the hinge pins from the back of the door. The heavy door was
hanging very securely by the hasp and combination lock. I knew she couldn't defeat that. What
really impressed me was her ingenuity in removing her collar. Her iron collar, which lay in the
floor, near the door. I had a quick look around for her here. She was nowhere to be found. The
iron door to her cell was swinging freely open on its hinges. The bolt was up in the locked
position, yet it was swinging open freely. It was "hot" too, the current still flowing through
it. I didn't have time to fuck around now. I had to find her and fast too. How she got out? I
could get that from her, but only if I could catch her first.
Rushing out of the mobile home I grabbed a shoe that I had placed on her yesterday, and ran
back up the stairs. The first thing to check were the phones. The phone in the kitchen was off
the hook dangling down to the floor. There was no noise on the line. I didn't bother checking
the house. I tore the phone out of the wall without hanging it up. That may have disabled the
remaining phones in the house.
Taking the shoes with me I ran the 100 yards to the barn as fast as I could. Probably not as
fast as Donovan Bailey, but damn fast anyway. I bet I would have tied Carl Lewis. I certainly
was breathing like I had run that fast anyway. I slammed my body up against the chain link
fence. The chain link fence of the kennels where I kept my dogs. The commotion had woken up the
pair and they were snarling and barking excitedly now. I opened the kennel door and got in with
them. They both got a good whiff of her scent from the shoe I brought with me. Before I was
ready for them to be off they were out the door barking up a storm. Before I went after them I
grabbed an extra collar and leash. The way they were acting maybe I could still catch her after
all. They were big powerful dogs. Mastiffs. Good old Harv. Such a good friend. I must remember
to get him something nice this Christmas. By the time I had exited the barn the dogs were off
across a field going toward a small patch of woods. Jeez they were running fast. I tried to keep
up as best as I could. The muscles in my legs were burning like they were on fire by the time I
reach the woods. The underbrush was thick and grabbed at me as I tried to follow the sounds of
the dogs. About a hundred yards or so into the woods. The dogs were barking and snarling loudly.
I could hear them but I could not see them. My feet splashed noisily into the water of a small
creek that runs through the woods. The far bank was steep I could hear the dogs on the other
side. They were viciously fighting over something. Barking and biting and snarling loudly. They
were tearing her to pieces. Fucking police dogs. Harv had got me a pair of dogs that were far
too vicious. He had taken me literally when I said I wanted some serious security dogs. I
slowed my pace crawling up the far bank. There was no hurry now. I could do nothing for her now.
Surely it was too late. Reaching the crest, I could see at the base of the reverse slope the
dogs still madly ripping and tearing. There was a blanket torn to shreds by the dogs, tiny bits
of material lay scattered about the forest floor. The pair had reduced it to tatters, and were
now fighting over the scraps of the material. She was no where to be found. No blood, no hair I
could see nothing of her. Crossing the water and ditching the blanket had tricked the dogs. It
was a clever move I had underestimated her cunning. She was gone now. Despite all my effort and
precautions she had escaped me. Fuck!!
Frustration welled up within me. "Fuck!!!" I yelling as loud as I could. I pointed my gun into
the woods and fired and fired aimlessly wildly till I had emptied my gun into the darkening
woods that had helped her evade me and the dogs. Then I heard her, she screamed at the report of
the gun. I heard her scrambling again now through the woods. I had her I went after the sound.
"Stop running cunt. You can't get away." Actually she had an excellent chance of getting away.
She was well motivated to escape me, she was running back to her freedom. The closer she got to
it, the closer she was to getting back to her life. Or so she thought. I stopped out of breath
unable to continue the chase. I waved my impotent empty gun around the woods as though I could
use it to influence her. I struggled to catch my breath. "If you don't stop running RIGHT NOW I
will go RIGHT NOW and blow your sisters FUCKING HEAD OFF!!" She was near I could tell. She
cleverly did not answer the threat. I pressed into the woods still further. Twenty yards on, in
a clearing I saw her sitting there on a fallen log. She was completely naked. I rushed to her
gun leveled at her. Fatigue or the threat toward her sister, something had made her stop. Ten
yards away from her she swung her arm up from behind her clutching a large kitchen knife. She
pointed it toward me to ward me away, just like a magic wand. Which it clearly was not. I cycled
the slide on my gun, and menaced her with it. She was hysterical, furious, terrified for her
life. "I'm not gong back! I'm not. I won't do that anymore. I can't!!... I can't..... I won't."
She was convincing herself, steeling herself in her decision more than she was convincing me.
"You most certainly are coming back with me. You've caused a lot of damage. I intend to make you
pay for it with your hide." Five yards from her I threw the collar and leash at her. They landed
connected at her feet. "Go on put it on and we'll go back."
She turned the knife on herself jabbing it up against her throat. "No I told you I won't be
going back." She was quite fanatically determined. I holstered the gun beneath my jacket.
Leaning up against a tree I played my trump card. "Go ahead and do it cunt. If you do I'll have
your sister in there by tomorrow. And I'll pickup with her right where we left off." Slowly, so
very slowly her arm retreated from her throat till at last the knife lay at her feet. "In the
kitchen, I called 911." I looked into her eyes as coldly as I could. "What number did you dial
to get an outside line cunt?" She groped for an answer her mouth moving wordlessly. Finally she
guessed. "A nine. I dialed a nine!" I considered it a moment. "Most people have a nine. But I
have 92. Now hurry up and get your collar on." She did it. She reached down drew it to her and
fastened it around her slim throat. Her own hands were once again imprisoning her. She looked up
at me. I drew my gun and pointed it back at her. "Pickup the knife and hand it to me." She
picked it up and walked to me offering it handle first. I smiled at her and took it from her.
"Thank you cunt" The expected reply came without surprise. "Your welcome darling."
"Now hand me your leash and we'll start back." She did this too. I yanked it hard, and dragged
her down to her knees. Her mouth opened in shock. Quickly I jammed the muzzle of the gun past
her lips deep into her mouth choking her with it. I had her complete attention. "Many say that
men like guns because they are extensions of their penises." She was listening intently to every
word. "I think so too. Suck it now." She blinked her eyes closed unable to watch what I was
making her do. She began to slide her lips back and forth along the gun. I could see that she
was using her tongue on the gun's underside just like she knew I liked. I thumbed the hammer
back ready to fire into her head. She screamed around the barrel. "You are a good cocksucker. I
don't think I can hold back any longer." I shoved the gun further in her mouth and fired. The
hammer came down with a satisfying click sound. She screamed what was to her her last scream and
fell back in to the soft underbrush of the woods. I let go of the leash and let her fall. The
gun was long since empty. Poor thing, I had forgotten that she did not know that. She had had a
knife on me. The realization that I had brought her in using an empty gun hit her hard. She
cried. She cried like I had ever heard her cry before. I collected up her leash and dragged her
back to her own little hell. Along the way we met up with the dogs. They were justly proud of
themselves for destroying a blanket. I was just happy they had no torn her to pieces. The dogs
were incredibly big and scary animals, and their presence impressed her greatly.
We all marched down to her hell again. I directed her to remove the collar and replace it with
the iron one again. She was sitting on the bed emotionless defeated, looking at the floor. I
placed the door back into its hinges, and replaced the pins. I would later weld bolts onto
longer hinge pins. She would never get through that door the same way again. I dragged her to
her feet by her chain. I began beating her. Punching her in her stomach, slapping her hard. I
punched and slapped her freely till my arm hurt. Till her arms no longer tried to protect her
body from the blows. With some of my fury vented, for the moment, I dropped her down on her
knees. She took the beating stoically. "How did you do it cunt? How did you get out?" She
failed to answer quickly enough. I kneeled beside her, pointing in the direction of the iron
cell door. "Its still hot how did you get through it?" She finally offered an answer. "The power
flickered then failed. I knew from the way it had gone off you weren't coming to fuck me
darling. When the power failed the bolt dropped. I pushed it open. I know I was wrong darling,
I won't do it again. I promise." She finished her confession and began to kiss along my chest
with her battered and bruised lips. "Now tell me about the collar how did you get that off?" She
kept kissing me softly tentatively. Her mouth formed the words. "The night before when I put it
on, I didn't press the lock together. I just held it around myself." She kept up the kissing
desperate to keep me calm. I surveyed her, her feet were bleeding. Overall she was covered with
many scratched from the brush. She stank of sweat and fear, dirt was covering her. Small twigs
had been tangled in her once perfect hair. She was not fit to receive my cock. I told her so.
"Please give me fifteen minutes darling. I'll make myself pretty for you."
I stood and walked over to the dogs. They had curled up in the corner to rest. They had had a
big night. It wasn't every night you get to chase down a runaway blanket. I placed leashes on
the dogs. "I don't think you need to clean yourself up. Allow me to introduce my dogs to you.
They are Mastiff's. Very strong and very big dogs as you can tell." I pointed to the one on my
right. "This ones name is Richard. The other one over here on my left his name is Jason. I don't
think they will care what you look like or smell like cunt." I paused watching her shake,
clearly petrified again. "I think you should thank them personally for finding you, after all
anything could have happened to you lost in the woods like that." I walked them over to her as
I spoke. She recoiled as far away as she could soon she was backed up into the bed and could go
no farther. I walked directly up to her, positioning a dog on surrounding her with a dog on
either side of her. "Go ahead cunt thank them for helping you find you way back home." She was
holding her face in her hands retreating into herself, blotting out the horrible reality of what
I would make her do. Infuriated at her reaction, I slapped her hands away from her face.
Manhandling her chin to get her back here and now again. "I really don't care how you get them
off. After all it's not my dick this time. You can blow them or let them fuck you in the cunt up
even up you ass. Hell I don't care give them hand jobs bitch. You just have to get them off in
the next 5 minutes that's all."
She actually looked relieved when I mentioned hand jobs. I sat back with my stopwatch to enjoy
the show. She reached for Richard first, how touching such loyalty she showed to his memory.
Soon Richard had an erection filling her hand that was bigger than mine. She was working
quickly now, building up the excitement in the dog. I got her attention and tapped my watch. She
got the message. Five minutes would not be long enough. She would have to do them both at the
same time. One in each hand. She did well both Richard and Jason were excited beyond
containment. They were now humping against her with great vigor. It was fascinating I had never
bred dogs, or any animal for that matter. Their physiology was different than my own. Soon they
both came all over her hands, some splattering on her leg and some reaching the floor. She had
made the five-minute deadline. I applauded her efforts loudly "Bravo cunt, I knew you were a hot
little bitch." She was ignoring me, cleverly she was rubbing their cum into their fur, and
rubbing her legs against their bodies. She had also ground the cum into the floor. She was right
to be afraid of their cum. I always made her eat my cum, and she just knew I'd make her eat
theirs. She was clever to dispose of it that way. I decided to ignore it.
"Go clean yourself up cunt. Page 46 for makeup, 88 for wardrobe." She knew I had seen her
dispose of their cum, and was grateful to me that I had let it slide this time. "How much time
do I have darling?" I thought of the car, and the shambles that she had made of the house. I
held up my index finger. "An hour."
She moved to get started. I took the dogs back to their kennel and fed them. I looked at the
Mustang started it up and limped it into the newly finished garage, I had had build on top of
her Mercedes tomb.
By the time I had returned to her I found her dressed as I had specified sitting on the bed
playing with herself. Of course I would never know for sure just how long she had been sitting
there with her hands in her crotch waiting for me to come in and rape her but I figured that it
must have been about 15 minutes. The flush on her face matched the lingerie I had compelled her
to don for me this time. It was pink with lace trimming. I had chosen for her a merrywidow to
wear. It had satin trim and was laced onto her body tightly to remind her of her confinement. As
if she needed any reminding. Her legs were covered in matching pink stockings. They too were
lacey, and had a floral motif that ran the entire length of her long shapely legs. Her legs were
pressing down into the bedding, causing her heels to dig into the folds of the covers. Her hair
was gathered up, collected by a pink scrunchie at the back of her head. She noticed me enter,
but per her instructions, she gave no hint that she realized that I had entered. This gave the
impression that she was totally absorbed in satisfying herself. She was propped up against the
headboard. I sat and watched her play with herself. Her chest was rising and falling with her
breath. A light sheen of perspiration graced her face. She was radiant. I lay down between her
splayed legs, my head was propped up on my hands. She was moaning between her breaths. I ran my
hands up and down her legs. I did not allow my touch to reach her flesh. I would stop just as I
reached the stocking tops. I ran my hand back and forth along her leg just barely touching. If I
could barely tell that I was touching her, then I knew that I had just the right touch. I teased
her like this for several minutes, till I grew bored and added my other hand to her other leg.
My first hand I now let wander above her stocking to the soft flesh of her thigh. Each pass
across her legs I would allow my hands a great range. Soon my hand was playing ever so gently
across her pussy. My hand had joined hers, masturbating her. She had moved her other hand up to
her breasts and was actively groping herself. She was open and wet with a combination of baby
oil and he own lubrication. I knew she was open wide I was looking straight up into her. I moved
my hand ever closer to her. I inserted two fingers into her. I sent them deep into her while she
was manipulating herself. She pressed her legs into the mattress shifting herself up into a more
upright sitting position. I pressed my fingers deeper still chasing her as she sat upright. All
the while she was rubbing her hand against he clitoris and her outer lips. "I want to see your
tits, pull them out, and pinch your nipples till they are hard for me." These were the first
words I had spoken to her. Yet here she was tarted up and behaving like a slut before me.
Performing like the dream whore that I was turning her in to. She did just what I had directed
she scooped her breasts out of their cups and began to pinch and squeeze her nipple until they
were pointy and swollen. I kept my fingers with her. I didn't move them. I just kept them deep
within her. By this time in her act she was grinding her hips back and forth simulating the
movement that she would do if she had a dick in her. Or rather if she had my dick in her, for no
other man would ever have her except me. Her acting abilities were really convincing. She had
learned over the weeks that I had kept her. If I were an observer of her act I would have
believed that she was an active participant, and that she was completely aroused, which of
course she was. It is just that she would never achieve an orgasm. Though it looked as though
she was on the verse of a shattering climax. "That's enough cunt, go ahead and fake your cum
now." She did just that, her hand pressed my fingers even deeper into herself. Her legs began to
close around me, her back arched tilting her head back. A deep moan of satisfaction escaped past
her lips. Most impressive, and what I was interesting is feeling was her muscles in her cunt.
They had slammed down on my fingers and were gently grasping and releasing them ever few
seconds. She did this with her muscles about a dozen times. As soon as it was over she looked
at me and smiled, seeking my approval. I withdrew my fingers from her, and held them to her lips
for her to clean off. She swooped down on my fingers like a hungry eagle on its prey. I did not
feel any teeth at all scraping across my fingers. She was being very careful. There was just the
slightest hint of disgust spreading across her face but it past quickly. If I hadn't been
watching her as closely as I had I would not have noticed. And I was certain that no one else
would have noticed it either. I lay down beside her on my stomach. "My back is stiff, I would
like a massage." She was eager to help. This was the first time that she had performed that I
had not used the crop on her after the act. She knew that she had graduated, that she had faked
it properly this time. She had pleased her owner. "Thank you darling." I could feel her leg
brush past me as she straddled my body. She placed he hands on me and began to gently rub my
back. She pressed her hands into my shoulders and began to squeeze and rub her thumbs into me
harder. I could feel her nails scrap against my skin. It was delicious, goose bumps were raising
up on my skin. "It was wrong of you to try and get away cunt." She stopped her rubbing only for
an instant. "I'm sorry darling I'll never try that again. I promise." She was waiting for a sign
from me trying to gauge the level of my anger. I was showing no anger, I remained still, and I
was enjoying her touch so much as well as her fear and confusion. "I deserve to be punished."
"You're right you do but not right now. I am enjoying your touch too much to interrupt you just
now." She was relieved and continued rubbing and stroking my back. She had shifted her body down
and was now rubbing my lower back and ass. "Normally of course you do not get to decide your
punishment. But I would like to hear what you think your punishment should be?" I could hear her
choking on the words as they passed her lips. "I think I should be whipped darling." I thought
for a moment. "You destroyed my property, you tried to escape. I wrecked my car catching you.
And you think that that deserves a mere whipping?" She was still rubbing my back but by now had
moved her body down close to mine and was dragging her still pointy nipples across my back. She
was trying to arouse me to change the subject away from her punishment. I realized that she
preferred being raped by me. The sex meant nothing to her now. Of course by now I had an
erection but I wasn't going to let her get off that easily. "Maybe you could make me... me ."
She was searching her mind for a possible torture that she could stomach and I would be
satisfied with. She was kissing my back all over in between her words. She had by this time
worked her way down to the middle of my back. I interrupted her suggestions. "I will punish you,
but later." I felt her relax at my merciful words. "You're getting close to my ass cunt. While
you are down there you can rim me." She froze at the words. But I could also feel her moving
toward her goal. She knew by now that she would do it. That she would do anything that I told
her do to. I would make her do these things. She used her hands to move the cheeks of my ass
apart. She began to kiss he way toward her goal. "Remember I like it when you use your tongue."
She grunted her response. I couldn't tell but I knew it was an indication that she would do it.
Sure enough I felt her tongue passing over the skin on my cheeks. She licked through the fur
searching for my puckered asshole. I felt her prying my cheeks apart further. Then I felt as her
tongue began to pass over the hole. She was hesitating, scared. "Go ahead cunt stick your tongue
up my ass." I could sense her revulsion, and disgust. Nevertheless she steeled herself to her
task. I felt her tongue begin to penetrate my ass. She had it stuck out of he face, long and
pointy. I decided to help her out a bit. I pressed myself back into her face. It opened me up a
little and forced more of her tongue into my ass. I could feel my dick growing as I though of
this pampered little bitch slurping up my ass. I had her literally kissing my ass now. I reach
back to her head and forced her into my ass further. I chuckled thinking that certainly I was
the only person that she had ever done this with. Old man Potter could never get his wife to do
this for him. By now she was doing a good job on my ass. Her pointy tongue was swirling around
back and forth in my ass. Her inexperience showed, she was trying the moves she had learned on
my cock with my ass. It was working, I was bigger than ever and grinding myself into the sheets
like a horny dog humping a leg. I pinched my ass on her tongue trapping her writhing me. She
tried to continue her in and out movements, but she couldn't. I was holding her mouth pressed
hard against my asshole. She panicked and began to bleat into me. Her natural reaction to my
restricted sphincter was to try and pull away. I used all my strength to keep her pressed
against me. She kept pulling back away from me. I loved her frustration. All good thing must
come to an end, so I slowly relaxed my ass. Eventually she pulled herself free and sat back on
her heels shaken by the experience. I rolled over on my back, and moved up till I had my head
resting upon the headboard. My cock was pointing straight up like a flagpole. She sat there
disgusted, holding he hands over her mouth. She was subtlety trying to rub the taste from her
mouth. I noticed this and she stopped. "Climb aboard and fuck yourself." She moved toward me.
She looked lovely in her frills. Her curves were exaggerated by the merrywidow. Soon she was
straddling my dick. I watched as she sank herself down on me. The feeling was exquisite. I lay
back and let Mrs. Potter do all the work. She was raping herself on me, and pretending to love
it. As soon as she had sunk down to the root of me. She began to raise and lower herself on me.
I watched as I slid in and out of her for a
few minutes. I placed my hands on her wide hips and encouraged her to pick up the pace. She got
the message, Soon her tits were flying all over the place as she bounced up and down on me. She
had her eyes closed unable to view the scene before her. I began to wonder where she was when I
was raping her. Where she let herself travel to in her mind to keep her from going mad. The
though of her thinking of fucking someone else pissed me off. Particularly, when she could be
thinking of her lover. I began to turn my anger into action. Bucking my hips up into her as she
came crashing down on the return stroke. Her hips flared out as they were, provided the perfect
handles to grab her by. I slammed into her hard causing her to loose her balance. She fell
forward into me. Her hands found themselves pressed into my chest steadying her from falling
into me. Her breasts were brought close enough if I lifted my head. I took one into my mouth,
slurping it up as if it were a liquid. I sucked it in as deep as I could trying to stuff the
entire tit into my mouth. I wanted to be smothered in her. I wanted to get myself so deep into
her. So deep that she would never be able to separate us again. So that there would always be a
piece of me inside her. As I drove myself into her I could se that she still had her eyes closed
to me. Her lips hung slack and pouting, she was panting in needed air. Some of her hair had
fallen out of the scrunchie and was hanging down the sides of her face. She was fucking me on
automatic. I slapped her face, and our eyes locked on each other. I had her attention now. I had
taken her from her detached safe place back here with me in her dungeon. "Keep fucking me cunt."
I relaxed again and lay back. I stopped what little movement I had been doing again making her
do all the work again. I was determined to enjoy a nice long fuck with her. But as nearly always
the case, her beauty and the rush of power overwhelmed me. Power I had over her. Power that
could make this woman my toy. I pulled her down close to me. Our sweat soaked bodies pressing
into each other. Her garment scratched me as we ground against each other. I hunched up into her
one last time lifting her up of the bed slightly. She timed her fake climax expertly, clamping
her pussy down on my dick. Milking me for all I was worth. She lay limply on top of me panting
and still milking me with her cunt. I held her close to my body like that for several minutes
running my hands up and down her satin encased back. I could feel her heart beating in her chest
as she lay against me. I picked up her head staring at her face. She presented me with a smile
trying to please me. I was very pleased. I pulled her head to my lips and began to kiss her
deeply allowing my tongue freedom to explore her mouth. She smelled great, an aroma of her cheap
perfume, sweat and sex. Dropping my head back I let her continue to kiss me. I was still in her
enjoying her warmth and moisture. "Kiss your way down my body and suck me off." She kept kissing
me, but began to move her way down toward my chest. I did not intend to use her mouth with a
ring gag this time. It was good with the gag, but with out it would be better. I did not fear
her biting me. I had a new scheme to keep her in line, and shared it with her. "If you try to
bite my cock off it won't do you any good. It won't kill me, I won't kill you either. I'll keep
you alive. I always have another couple of cocks around here for you to service." It was a not
so oblique reference to the dogs that I had named after her former suitors, Richard and Jason. I
was sure that was enough to ensure her obedience. She had moved down to my crotch and was
kissing and licking at my pubic hair. "I could always get your sister to join you here, she's a
lot younger that you, so I could keep her a long long time." She pressed her lips around the
head of my cock and began to press downward. Her lips were pressed tightly together for the
moment. She allowed the head of my cock to pry her lips apart and enter her mouth. "I hear your
sister likes dogs too!" She had now let the first half of me into her mouth. Her hair had come
undone and I could not see the disgust on her face. I wanted to she the effort etched on her
face. Reaching down I moved her hair up out of the way. Her eyes were clamped shut as always
when I made her blow me. There were some tears as well but not nearly the volume of the first
time I had used her mouth. She was getting used to this too. Soon she would be sucking me off
with all the enthusiasm and skill of a porn queen. I used her bundled hair as a handle to guide
her movements to make them just how I wanted them for the first few minutes. Until she got the
hang of it, and matched the rhythm that I wanted her to. My whole dick was jammed down her
throat now, I could feel it bending around her throat as she swallowed it down. I did not allow
her to use her hands to touch my cock when she sucked me, that was the first lesson I had taught
her. But I did allow her to use her hands to cradle my nuts in her hands to keep them from
bouncing around too much. When she was down on me completely I held her there, thrusting upwards
into her with a few short quick jabs into her hot compliant mouth. She had no option but to
swallow as quickly as she could, or she would gag on my cum. Of course she would have lapped it
up like nectar for fear of angering me, but this way she had no choice. As she lay beside me
nursing on my softening penis the realization that I had her completely under my power hit me.
Not once during the blowjob had she even come close to injuring me. She could have done it this
time to lull me into a vulnerable mind set before she struck. That was always a possibility, but
I felt it more likely that the threat of involving her sister in her torture was enough to keep
her in line. She would have to be able to kill me cleanly before she would try anything. If I
could keep her free from temptation then I could keep her hear forever. Or until she became a
bore to me. I pushed her off me stood and handed her her collar. She took it from me and
fastened it around her neck. I grabbed the chain and gave it a quick yank, her head snapped
back. I was testing that it was on her securely. A ritual that I now would introduce just to
make sure she was not trying anything funny. She thought the session was over and began to walk
back to the makeup room to reverse the preparation ritual. "I haven't given you permission to
leave yet cunt." She stopped in her tracks, turning around to face me. Fear had spread through
her face, she had angered me, if only slightly. Now she would pay yet again.
I gestured for her to follow me and walked to the night table. I held up the handcuffs for her
to put on herself. She folded her arms behind her back. I could hear the ratcheting action as
she fastened them to her wrists behind her back. I surveyed my property. Her chest was thrust
out proudly by having her arms trapped behind her. Looking straight into her eyes I licked my
fingertips and began to twist her nipples between my fingers. At first she tried not to react to
the pain. So I have to always win right? It didn't take much additional pressure to have her
thinking right again. Her face twisted with the pain. "I'm sorry darling..I ..I thought you were
done with me." I gave her nips a final twist. "I'm not done with till I tell you. Got it cunt."
She nodded, then remembered that I expected a verbal response. "Yes darling." I lay down on my
back in the middle of the bed. She looked at me expecting the worst. "I'm going to take a little
nap now. Your going to keep my dick in you mouth till I wake up." She moved and sat down on the
edge of the bed, preparing herself. "Most men get several erections though out the night. I
expect that I will too. You're a lucky girl aren't you cunt?" "Yes darling I'm a lucky girl."
"You are indeed you get to suck my dick all night long. Get started." She moved quickly, her
mouth easily popped my soft cock into her mouth. She began tonguing it lightly. "If during my
sleep you feel me get hard, get me off and swallow all my cum. Understand cunt." She merely
nodded her head this time, too fearful of breaking contact with me. I lay back expecting to
enjoy the most rest full night of sleep in years.
My night was filled with erotic dreams that were surreal in nature. I was back in high school
meeting my first serious girlfriend again. I was standing at my locker in the hallway, and I
could see her approaching me out of the corner of my eye. She walked right up to me and we
kissed. The kiss melted away just as it began and I found myself diving off the high board into
a pool of shaving cream. There were snakes falling from unseen blackness to join me in bed, and
screams of women accompanying orgies of ass fucking starring yours truly. Too weird.
I woke to find her just where I had left her she was only half-awake now. But she had done it
she had maintained contact with me while I slept. I had only had a nap of slightly longer than 4
hours. But it felt that I had slept for days. I don't think that cunt had such a good night. I
pushed her of and sat up in bed, time for breakfast. At least for me. I knew she had a full
tummy and probably wasn't all that hungry. I freed her arms and she thanked me for dong so. "How
many times cunt." She looked back at me "Twice darling." She could be right, my dick felt like
it had been put through the mill alright. Now I'm through with you." She rose to go clean
herself up and go back to her cell. "That is unless you'd like to play with Richard and Jason."
She paused terrified at their names. "Would you like that cunt? Would you like to get fucked by
my doggies?" She turned to face me, her eyes I could tell were searching pleading with me for
the answer she thought that I wanted. "I...I 'd like whatever you would like me to like
darling." I nodded, she had had the courage to get the answer right. "Maybe some other time." I
knew she'd be good for a long time now. She left the room relieved to have escaped me at least
for the time being.
I had some skullduggery to attend to in town. I puttered around the house most of the day. I
decided to check on the status of my business. I need not have worried all was well. I checked
on cunt throughout the day. She was laying in her cell of course, sleeping soundly every time I
checked on her. Being a sex slave must be tiring. I waited till it was late at night. I packed
up some supplies and set off in my Bronco. I made a beeline right to Vicki's house. It was set
on a cul-de-sac, in one of the toneier parts of town. I parked about a mile away on the street
near a restaurant. I made my way through the neighborhood, down the alleyways to her house. The
streets were deserted, not even a barking dog. Soon I was in the lane behind her house. My trip
was one of gathering intelligence. I found her trashcans, Its amazing what you can learn
by going through someone's trash. Not this time though, they were empty. I wanted to plant a bug
in her house, and on her phone. The phone I could do from the outside. I checked my flashlight,
it was working. I had climbed up the telephone pole about 10 feet when her garage door opened. I
certainly couldn't go down. Up wasn't much of an option either. I froze, movement draws
attention. She drove past me, without even seeing me. She drove away, her garage door was just
starting to slide closed. Ten feet is a big jump, I found out that the ground is quite hard when
you jump from that high. I sprinted to the closing door but I was not going to make it. I tossed
by bag of tools at the door. It slid under the door, it tripped the electric eye reversing the
doors movement. Next stop the NBA.
I hadn't counted on such an easy entry. There was no telling how much time I had, I decided to
work quickly. There were a few phones scattered about her house. I decided upon the one in her
home office. Near her computer. Hmmm. I powered it on. Enter password, stupid bitch. Restart
press f8. Number 5 command
prompt only. Soon I was at a dos prompt. Good old dos. dir *.pwl /s One file found, vicky.pwl.
Renamed to vicky.old - reboot. Bye bye pathetic windows password. Lets see ....start - find -
files or folders. Containing text - - murder. No files found. Containing text - - kill. No files
found. Containing text - - potter. One file found. I opened it up. It was a planning document,
on possible defense strategy for the two lovers. The file predated the attempt on Potters life.
My little conspiracy had just widened to include the rising
legal star Victoria. I was so involved in my discovery that the feel of the gun on my neck was
quite a surprise. "Who are you." I recognized the voice it was Stacey's lover. Correction
Stacey's former lover. I am Stacey's lover now. He pressed the gun harder into me, repeating the
question. It was more imaginative than "freeze motherfucker." I really didn't think he had it in
him. "I am an
investigator. Actually I'm working for an acquaintance of yours. Stacy Potter." I could sense
his confusion, and took advantage of his bewilderment. I snapped at his gun hand, both my hands
were on the gun trying to wrestle it from his hand. I was making progress. I had the gun
twisting backward. We had fallen to the floor and were thrashing about wildly. He was a bit more
of a handful that Stacy. I put more pressure on the gun trying to wrestle it from his grasp. I
finally put my body into it. His trigger finger, trapped in the trigger guard
snapped as I pushed it back too far. The gun also fired. I felt no pain, but I did feel a rush
of air being forced from him as the bullet entered him. There was no scream from him, he was
still fighting though. I tore the gun from his broken hand. By now I had rolled on top of him.
Thankfully I had won. I shoved the gun into his face and fired, three, four shots. Maybe even
five who knew. There was nothing left of his face by the time I was done. I collapsed back
against a cabinet. The guilty had been punished in this case. Certainly more than the courts
ever would have. My hands were covered in blood and tissue from his head. I removed the gloves I
was wearing turned them inside out and replaced them with another pair from my bag. Be prepared!
I could hear the garage door mechanism operating. She had been gone little more than half an
hour. Moving to the door leading to the garage I lay in wait for her behind it. She never saw me
never knew who jabbed the taser into her at contact range. She went down like a
sack of potatoes. The groceries she carried with her scattered on the floor. She fell her skirt
riding up halfway up her thigh. I knew what I had to do. I my new found role as avenger, I had
to punish the guilty. Stacy was guilty, and I was punishing her. Her lover was guilty and I
certainly punished him. And now Victoria was guilty as well. I had to punish her as well. First
things first. Back into the garage I search for something suitable to tie her up with. I only
had a few minutes at best. I found a roll of NOMOX electrical cable. I tied her hands behind her
back, and wound it around and around her wrists. I needed wire cutters to trim off the excess.
She was coming around already. Her ankles were next. I had them bound just as she was coming
around. I quickly finished with her knees and elbows, which I pulled behind her tightly. I
placed the canvas, environmentally friendly grocery bag on her head and fastened that around her
neck with some more wire. She hadn't seen me yet I didn't want her to either. Not just yet. I
surveyed my handy work she was not going anywhere soon. Quickly I found her bedroom.
Her luggage was Gucci, I filled if with her clothes, and frillies. This was all so sudden I had
not planned this at all, It was madness. Her toiletries and jewels were hastily packed as well.
It must have taken me only ten minutes. Rushing down the stairs back to the hallway where I had
left her, I found her gone. The carpet however gave her away. She had wriggled like a worm down
the length off the hall toward the foyer and the front door. I ignored her there. Instead I
placed the suitcases in her cars trunk. By the time I returned to her she had reached the front
door. What good that did her was a mystery to me she certainly could never open the door bound
as she was. I dragged her screaming back to the door leading into the garage. She wouldn't stop
screaming. So I kicked her till she stopped. In between kicks, I yelled for her to shut up. I
picked up the groceries and placed them in a plastic bag in the car. By the time I returned to
her this time she had not moved an inch. She must have been exhausted. Being tiedup and
struggling is very tiring, not to mention being kicked into submission.
It took only a few minutes to bundle her into her car, an STS Cadillac. Her taste for cars was
clearly in her ass. At least it was domestic. Putting her in the trunk was a bad idea. She could
always rip out the tails light, or signal in some other manner. Her car was just big enough that
I could lay her down on the floor of the backseat. When I pushed the drivers seat as far back as
it went it effectively trapped her there. I opened her garage door and drove off with her. I had
left Jason dead to be found, the file still displayed on her computer screen. Someone would find
the scene, I wondered what they would make of it. As I drove back to the farm she was quiet, not
uttering a sound. Not till I stopped at a light. A car pulled up beside us, a taxi. She began to
scream for help, that someone should call the police. I jabbed the taser into her again and
fired. Soon all was quiet again. Smiling at the cabbie I reached down and turned the stereo on.
I found a station that suited my tastes. Nothing like the real oldies. Cole Porter: You do
something to me. A true classic. Tomorrow I would have to get my auto club to tow my Bronco back
to the farm. It would be expensive, but obtaining something of quality was always worth it.
If you have content idea for poor Stacey's and now Victoria's future appearances please send
them along to:
special_kwa@hotmail.com
I told you I was partial to blondes!
Special thanks to all who have submitted content ideas. (You know who you are, by the events you
have seen).
Here's wishing you all have a healthy fantasy life.
