The Trophy Wife
Part 4
She was conscious, though she remained quiet as I drove her back toward the farm, and her
new life. "You do something to me" had long since ended on the radio. Apparently it was some
sort of Cole Porter marathon. The DJ had moved on to "So in Love" also a Cole Porter classic.
The word of the song, heavily laden with irony passed to her, bound as she was in the back
seat..'taunt me and hurt me, deceive me desert me, I'm yours till I die, so in love with you am
I.' Good 'ol Cole, being an African-American homosexual in the thirties, he sure knew a thing or
two about suffering. As his beautiful words assaulted her, so to was I. though not much yet, I
was merely exploring what soon would be all mine. Her body though certainly blessed with curves
was not as lush as Stacey's. Vicky was just as tall, she was shaped more like a runway model,
than the exaggerated pinup that Stacey had gone to so much work, and surgery that Mr. Potter had
no doubt paid for, to provide her former husband. I must remember to thank him one day. Vicky
would never have made it as a runway model, I mean even if I had not taken her. Her hips were
far too wide. As my hands learned all of this about her, she was recoiling from my touch. She
had nowhere to go of course, it was pure reflex. She barely had an inch to move from my
exploring hand. The business suit she was wearing, the one she had been wearing all day in
court. Divorce court, where she had been contributing to the ruination of marriages and lives
did much to impede my explorations. The thick wire she was bound with was also hampered my hand.
I could not do much to her here, not and maintain my driving. I had to drive properly. Not the
speed limit, just slightly above it. No one drives the speed limit. That would be too
suspicious. It would not do to get pulled over now, not with a woman I did not know trussed up
in the backseat of her car. I don't think that even Johnny Cochran could convince a jury that I
found her on the side of the street like this.
Besides I was dressed like a thief. The footwear would be enough to get me hauled into
the precinct. I was wearing shoes that were 2 sizes too small and had plain soles applied to
them. Footprints are often very damning evidence, and I was determined that I would leave as
little evidence as possible at Victoria's house. Grabbing her was stupid, it was impulsive, and
it could jeopardise all that I had achieved thus far. It was one more thing as well, it was
great! I had never killed before, that I realised of course. I suppose that I killed while I
served in the Gulf. But killing Jason tonight had been a whole new ballgame. It had also made me
incredibly horny. A strange reaction, but an understandable one. Killing is in part about
removing inhibitions and taboos, and about power. And power for me had become the ultimate
aphrodisiac. I was almost home with my newest prize. I had to turn round a bend in the highway,
then past a few more exist and off ramps and we would be there. Then off in the distance I saw
them. The flashing light of a cop car off to the side of the road. I slowed to the speed limit.
As I got closer the lights of the car revealed themselves to be two cop cars. They had blocked
the right lane and were apparently conducting some sort of road check. My heart raced, I reached
for the taser and jabbed her with it. I fired and nothing happened. I was lucky to have gotten 2
uses out of it. "Not a sound bitch, or I'll finish you now." She shook and began to cry softly.
The cops had pulled over two cars already and had a third car stopped just before me. The
trooper on the highway was interviewing the driver right before me through the open driver's
window. The Cadillac I was driving was so nutless, there was no way I could make a run for it.
The trooper motioned for the driver of the car before us to pull over to the shoulder, and they
dutifully did. The way clear I had a decision to make. Soon however the decision was made for
me. The Trooper motioned for me to move forward. His partner however, motioned for me to drive
through. I waved at this officer and drove on past the checkpoint. Apparently they had made
their quota for the night. It was nothing more than a DUI roadside check. Got to keep the
streets safe for us law-abiding folk you know. Good work boys!
No one had probably even found poor Jason's body yet. Fortunately Vicki's property was
large enough to contain the sounds of gunfire. It was smooth sailing the rest of the way to my
farmhouse. I stopped her car outside the barn. Got out, stretched, relaxed and breathed in the
sweet smell of the country air. All was quiet except for the crickets. It was very placid,
without a hint of the dungeon and atrocities that had been perpetrated here.
I was only a matter of minutes till I had her car in the barn. I picked her up by the
wires and hauled her out of the car. I lay her down on the ground near the kennel. The two dogs
were roused by our arrival and sniffed at her through the chainlink fencing that I kept them
behind. Removing her suitcase, purse and shopping took another few minutes. I tossed a few tarps
over her car. I would have to dispose of it soon. Perhaps it was time I built a guesthouse on
the farm. I used wire cutters to free her. I left her hands bound behind her and the grocery bag
on her head. I hauled her to her feet, she was very light and I had no trouble throwing her
around. She stood there trembling before me. I could imaging her naked. "Right now I'm
undressing you with my eyes. Soon I'll be doing it for real." She screamed loudly and began to
run blindly away from the sound of my voice. She made it a whole 6 feet or so before she fell in
a large pile of hay.
I walked up to her helpless form. She could hear me coming and began to kick wildly at
my approach all the while screaming as loud as she could. Soon she would be too hoarse to do
much but whisper. I caught her ankle and drew her leg high up into the air. She was now almost
standing on her head. Her one free limb kicked at me ineffectively. "You kick me you get the
same back." I found her stomach and laid my boot into her. Her screams stopped instantly
replaced with retching sounds as she filled the canvas shopping bag with the contents of her
stomach. A single kick was all it took, the fight was beaten out of her, for the time being.
During the lull I placed a collar and leash on her and began to lead her to the farmhouse. She
breathed the last outside air she would likely ever breathe as I led her across the gravel
driveway toward the backdoor. I lead her into the house and into the study.
I put her in a wingback leather chair. I could see her vomit dribbling down to her
collar, running out from beneath the bag. I would have to clean her up before the big reunion. I
wanted to keep the reunion a surprise. Headphones were the answer. I played some soothing music
to her through some headphones I placed over her ears. Nothing like AM pap to calm you down. I
turned on the monitor to check on cunt. She was asleep in her cage. I woke her with a light jolt
to her collar. "Morning cunt, feel like having some fun?" She twisted her face into a smile.
"I..I feel like whatever you like Darling." "Good answer cunt. Now then wardrobe...box FM, usual
hair and makeup....How long do you think you'll need?" She thought for a moment. "About a hour
an hour Darling?" I gave her a blast of juice though her collar. I glanced over at Vickie. she
was sitting there listening to the radio play through her headphones oblivious to the fate that
she would soon be sharing. "An hours a long time. Don't you want to see me today?" "Oh yes
Darling I want you to use me, Please tell me how much longer I have to wait before I can see
you." I looked over at Vickie again, I figured I could get her cleaned up in 20 minutes. "You
have a half hour cunt. Get started." With that I switched on the lights in her dungeon, and she
heard the bolt drop freeing her from the wall cage. She scampered out as quickly as her stiff
limbs would carry her, and hopped into the shower. A nice hot shower would get her arms and legs
going again. I watched her on the monitors as she used the penis shaped soap on a rope to clean
herself for me. She was very thorough, but quick. She gave herself a few quick jabs to both her
front and her rear and quickly moved on to dry herself.
I switched off the monitor and turned my attention back to Vickie. I pulled the
headphones off of her. Next came the bag. Most of the mess came with the bag. Some stayed behind
on her face, and in her hair. I used the canvas bag to mop it up. Soon I had her pretty well
cleaned up. It was the first chance that she had gotten to see me. She purposely did not look at
me as I cleaned her up, she kept her eyes screwed tightly shut "I won't tell anyone if you let
me go. I don't know what you look like, who you are, where I am." I thought that she was being
very clever. "It can't hurt you to let me go now before you go ...before you go any further." I
hauled her to her feet by her hair. She kept her cool and her eyes closed. "Open you eyes." I
hissed. She did not, not until I repeated the command and pulled harder on her hair. Her eyes
were blue, ice blue and shiny from her tears. I made certain that she saw me, that she was
seeing clearly. "This is what I look like." I kissed her, she stank but I didn't mind. "For you
my name is Darling." I kissed her again this time running my tongue across her cheek. "And
you're in your new home." I kissed her a third time this time running my hands over her chest.
She struggled and fought me as I was kissing her, quite a change from Stacy. Everything that I
had done with Stacy would be fresh and new again with Victoria.
I pulled her along with me by her leash into the bathroom. There I unwound the wires
holding her arms together behind her back, as well as her collar. For the first time since I had
taken her she was completely free of her fetters. Her wrists had been cut and had bled a little.
She had struggled too much and for too long, believing that she could get free. I had her wash
her face, and brush her hair. Her hair was long and wavy. When she was done she faced me. I
stepped up to her, she backed herself into the wall, repelled by my presence. I ran my hands
through her hair. It was soft and fine, very thin hair. The color a mix of honey blonde and
dirty blonde. I thought that she must be a natural blonde, it would have been a hard color to
fake. I handed her her purse. "You're a mess doll, touch up your makeup." I watched her apply
her makeup. She was very subtle in its application. Her whole demeanour was one of
understatement. She had her court clothes on, low heels, and skirt that was just below her
knees, a white blouse with a cameo at her throat, and a matching jacket covering her up. Looking
closely at her cameo I found it to be unique. It was a depiction of two women's profiles. She
was very prim and proper. She could have been an executive secretary, or an office manager, or
of course an attorney which she was.
I searched her purse while she touched herself up. The only surprise that I found was a carry
permit for a handgun. Further reading of the permit showed it to be for the gun I still had that
I had used to kill Jason. If need be in the future I had a chance of pinning the murder on her.
There were no signs of forced entry into her house. The only evidence that I could have left was
hair & fibre evidence. You could almost never avoid that. Jason having a broken finger, from the
possession combat for the handgun would be a little harder to convince an investigator that
Victoria had managed to wrestle the gun from him. But anything was possible. Searching further
there was no sign of any birth control in her purse. That didn't particularly bother me.
However, when over the course of the next few days I told her that if she became pregnant by me
that it would be a death sentence as soon as she began to show, and was therefore useless to me,
I expect that she would care a great deal. I was looking forward to telling her the good news.
Stacey of course did not need to worry too much, not with her IUD firmly wedged in her snatch.
She only had about a 3% chance of getting pregnant with it in place. That was under normal use,
which she was not being subjected to. I was using her far more that the average married couple
would be having sex.
Victoria was all done now and was finishing up by washing her hands. I tossed the purse
aside scattering her items of makeup around. I took her by the hands, her hands were small and
soft, the nails longish and respectable. Not the long cheap slut set that Stacey had been
sporting probably since she was 14. I led her out of the bathroom by her hand, as soon as I
reached the door to the basement she began to tug at my hand. I was expecting something like
this, though her ferocity did surprise me somewhat. My grip on her hand tightened, to a crushing
force, I could feel the bones bending and cracking in her hand. She fell to the floor kicking at
me and screaming for help. Quickly I pulled her by her hand, she turned on the floor her head
now pointing toward me instead of her kicking legs. I dragged her down the stairs to the
basement, she was flailing away futilely, bouncing all the way down the stairs. Again the
basement appeared normal a typical furnished basement with oak panelled walls. The torture
chamber she was expecting was carefully hidden from the cursory inspection. I had flung her
toward the corner, she scrambled the rest of the way herself. Hers eyes were leaking tears and
her hair was a mess again, all her careful work destroyed. She would learn, and I would have fun
teaching her. "Get up Victoria." She slowly rose to her feet, eyeing me nervously all the time.
"They'll find me! ..I'll escape." I did not answer, verbally anyway, I merely shook my head at
her. Her anger was tremendous boiling out of her. "Fuck you! ....I WANT TO GO HOME...LET ME GO
YOU CREEP!" Her defiance was refreshing in contrast to Stacey's meek subservience.
It had been at least a half-hour, since I had instructed Stacey to prepare herself, I
knew she was waiting on the bed for me to enter and use her. It was time to introduce the two of
them. I walked toward Victoria, took her by her collar and dragged her toward the closet. We
entered the closet. The rear wall of the closet was still smashed from Stacey's escape attempt.
It was a sliding pocket door that was now quite difficult to move into its pocket. But I managed
to struggle it into its slide. Victoria's eyes widened at the iron door that lay behind it. The
combination lock came off in my practised hands. I gestured for her to go through the door. She
knew it was a threshold she would not return from once she crossed it. I had to give her a
little shove to get her started. She pushed hard on the heavy door and it slowly creaked open
partway. I let her walk in first, so she could see what her future would be.
Victoria and I saw Stacey on the bed at about the same time. I had really outdone myself
with her this time. Her hair was piled up on top of her head, collected beneath her cap. The cap
matched the French Maid costume that I had forced her to don. It was a standard Halloween item,
not particularly revealing were it for the size of the garment. It was clearly too small, her
ample bosom, was spilling over the top. The skirt portion of her outfit came nowhere near the
tops of her stockings. She was naturally not wearing panties, there was no point. The only time
that I let her wear panties was when she was having her period. During that week I would use her
orally and anally, exclusively. A further reason for her to dread her monthly visitor. Stacey
had her hands between legs rubbing herself getting herself all excited for me to use.
Victoria's reaction was predicable, and delightful and I was glad I had it on tape from
the security cameras that I had pointing into the bedroom portion of her dungeon. Its too bad
the image quality was so poor. That's Radio Shack for you! Victoria half-screamed and sobbed
aloud at the scene that presented itself before her. It was so surprising and so shocking she
could hardly believe her eyes. It was also her future, that aspect made it all the more horrible
for her. Stacey saw her before she saw me, in an instant she was off the bed and sprinting
toward her best girlfriend, and her obvious rescuer. They were in an embrace by the time I
stepped into view. The first thing that indicated to cunt that I was there was my laughter. Both
the women flew from my direction back toward the bed. It took me only a moment to slam the door
shut and seal it locked, it made an impressive clang, just like in prison. Both women were
clutching each other in fear and crying freely. Cunt was crying out of frustration and
disappointment, for a brief instant she thought that she would soon be free, only to have that
dashed just as quickly. The reasons for Victoria to be crying were too obvious to go over. I
walked over to the bed and sat down at the headboard looking down toward them clutching each
other at the foot of the bed. I was tired but understandably beside myself with lust. "Okay
cunt..." It was hard to get her attention. I kicked her with my boot. "Cunt!" She turned her
face toward me. I tossed her a pair of handcuffs. "Put these on her behind her back and bring my
new playmate up here to me." She knew she had to do it. She walked Victoria up to the headboard
till she was within my reach. I pulled Victoria down to her knees, beside the bed. I held her
there, she was out of control sobbing freely, and pulling away from me. She was not going
anywhere though. "Walk around the bed and lay down on my left side cunt." She had composed
herself and rose and walked around the bed. She lay down on her stomach and slide herself up
till she was resting against me on my left side. Her maid's outfit had ridden down her body even
more, exposing most of each breast now. I still held Victoria firmly by her hair to my side.
With my left hand I placed my index finger at her ruby lips. She immediately sucked it in and
began to work over the finger as though it were my cock. "You're going to show Victoria here
what a good girl you can be. Your going to teach her just how I like to have my cock sucked.
You're going to do the best that you can, and you are going to do it now." My words were having
an effect on Victoria as well. She tried to struggle away even more fiercely since I began
speaking, but it was useless. My grip on her hair was solid. Cunt began moving toward my crotch.
She knew enough not to try and use her hands. I was clothed this time, so she began to use her
teeth to undo first my belt, then the jeans I had on. I was wearing buttonfly jeans, it was easy
for her to pop the buttons off with her mouth. I noticed that Victoria was not looking, she had
her eyes closed. I tugged her closer to me and pulled at her hair harder. "Pay attention bitch,
I'm doing this for your benefit." She did it, her tear filled eyes filled with even more tears,
as they too tumbled down her cheeks. But she was watching, I knew she was watching her best
friend blow me. She was doing a good job too. She was giving me the kind of sloppy slutty
blowjob that she knew I expected. Lots of saliva, and lip smacks. Her head was bobbing up and
down so fast that her little cap was coming loose from her head. Soon she had me thrusting
upward into her throat meeting her plunging action. I was getting deep within her, but she
didn't mind. She never complained, she was so good. I was ready to pop, I held out for a few
moments more, quickly I pushed cunt off me, grabbed myself and directed the stream toward
Victoria's face. I painted it on her, it tried mostly for her screaming mouth, but with her
struggles and my poor aim I managed to get it in her hair and all over her face. I came back to
earth, glanced at cunt, nodded toward Victoria. "Go on clean her up." She knew what I meant. She
leaned froward taking her friends face in her hands and began to kiss her and lick up my cum
from her face and hair. "Don't be a greedy sow now cunt, share with the new girl." And she did
too. She managed to get in a couple of blobs in her friend's mouth before Victoria managed to
wriggle free and fall to the rough wood flooring.
Victoria managed to scramble away and get to the iron door. Stacey approached her
slowly, and knelt down beside her friend. Calming her and soothing her. "I'm sorry Vick...he's
gonna make me do these things to you. You'll understand soon I have no choice. He'll make you do
things too." She paused. "You can't imagine the awful things that he'd make me do, make us do if
we don't do what he says." The moment was too touching. "Ladies, your attention please." Cunt
turned her face to me, and half moved her friend to face me. Victoria was still in shock. "I
have an announcement to make, regarding discipline." At least I had cunt's attention now. "If
either of you fucks up I will apply the same punishment to both of you." Cunt looked like she
would faint, Victoria could care less. "Understand?" "Yes darling." Victoria was beyond
answering, or caring for the moment. Her life had just ended.
"Come on Stacey, let's go and get her ready." I stood and walked through the curtain and
through the wardrobe/makeup room and into the shower washroom area. Stacey with Victoria leaning
on her for support followed behind me, Stacey was all but dragging her along. Victoria was still
sobbing softly, huddled against Stacey, unconcerned with her surroundings.
I sat on the toilet, the girls walked in and stood before me. "Go ahead and take your
clothes of Vicky." With that she ran back through the curtains toward the exit. Stacey looked at
me. I nodded in the direction that she had ran. "Well go and get her cunt." My little maid went
off and did just that. She was gone for a few minutes. I could hear them talking. Soon they
reappeared arm in arm. Stacey was looking very contrite, Vicky was just plain scared. Stacy
caught the keys to the cuffs that I threw her, and removed the cuffs from Vicky. I held out my
arm toward the women. Stacey came toward me, I took her hand and pulled her down till she was
kneeling on the floor before me facing her terrified friend. "Strip for me now Vicky." Vicky was
looking at me but not moving, aside from trembling. Hers eyes were flashing from mine to
Stacey's searching for any sign of reprieve. There would be none from me, and there could be
none from Stacy. "Last chance Vicky, strip." She began to try finally, hers arms were riveted to
her side and moved in slow motion. She managed to get her suit jacket off her shoulders. Her
breasts were straining at the soft white silk blouse she wore beneath. She managed to remove it
completely, then used held it before her, clutching it to her body as though it were some
protective armor that could save her. "Drop it." She did not, instead she was clutching it to
her chest. This was going to take all day. That would not have been too bad actually. I could
spend a day torturing her like this, I think the time would pass most pleasantly like this.
"Vicky!" she did not respond, I had to call her name again, before her tear filled eyes met
mine. "Don't make me say it again." Her lips trembled. "I ...please....I .... can't do it....
Please don't make me." She was beyond pathetic now, the state that she had been reduced to was
extremely arousing. She was right she couldn't do it. Not without some help. I touched Stacey
lightly on her shoulder. "Go and help her cunt." She looked up at me and wordlessly moved to her
task approaching her friend slowly, and cautiously, not wanting to spook her. She moved up
beside her and they fell into each other's arms. Pressing the suit jacket between their terrific
bodies. Stacey tried to soothe her. "Shhhh...It's okay. It'll be okay. I'll help you. Just do
what he says and it'll be ok." As she spoke she managed to pry the jacket away from her and drop
it to the floor. She used her heel to kick it to the side. "I'll help you Vick." With that she
began to unbutton the blouse of her friend. As more and more of the buttons were undone she
trembled even more. I couldn't see how her legs were holding her up supporting her, but they
were for the time being.
Stacey had to do everything for her friend. Soon she had dropped the blouse on the
floor, and kicked it toward the jacket. Next Stacey unzipped and removed her friend's skirt, it
fell to the floor with a soft rustle. Stacey manoeuvred her catatonic friend into a sitting
position on the edge of the bathtub and helped her remove her shoes. They were heels alright
thought they were only about an inch and a half in height. If I had my way they would be the
last heels she would ever wear that would be shorter than four inches. They too were added to
the growing pile. All she had on now was her bra and panties, and her pantyhose. I hate
pantyhose, a horrible invention, these would be the last pair of these she would wear as well.
Stacey was doing a great job, she had calmed her down with her soothing words and her soothing
hands.
Vicky was no longer crying though she was not doing much of anything either. She was
allowing herself to be manipulated like the doll she soon would be. Vicky was still sitting on
the edge of the tub, with Stacey kneeling before her, calming her friend. Her bra was
utilitarian, white, underwire, and front closing. Stacey deftly undid the clasp and brushed it
off Vicki's shoulders. Vicky did move her arms to cover herself. Before she did I managed to get
a look at my new property. They were larger than I had expected. Nothing to compare to the jumbo
tits that Stacey sported, but they were respectable and proud. She had no real need of a bra,
they did not sag at all. All her bra would do for her would be to keep her from jiggling in
public. A concern she would not have to worry her pretty little head with ever again. Her only
audience, though an extremely demanding one, would be me.
The entire scene was lovely, at least for me. Stacey helped her to her feet next and
began to slide her panties and pantyhose down her shapely legs. Vicky began to panic again, her
hands flew down to the waistband of her garments and began to clutch at them fighting with
Stacey to keep them up. I could have intervened, barked an order for her to strip again, to
cooperate, but I was enjoying the show too much to interrupt it. Eventually Stacey calmed her
down and won. Vicky was finally nude before my eyes. She was stunning, and well worth the risk
of obtaining her. I looked directly into Stacey's eyes. "Bring her to me." She took Victoria's
hand a pulled her reluctantly across the room toward me. She was trailing as far as possible
behind her at arms length. Soon she was close enough for me to touch her, which I did, taking
her other hand in mine I pulled her down to her knees before me. I was still sitting on my
toilet throne, with my dick hanging out of my pants. Vicky looked away from us and down to the
floor, she was filled with shame, and was very humiliated. Stacy was holding her other hand, and
together we formed a happy little family circle. I took her hand and brought it to my penis,
making her hold it in her left hand. She touched it, held it gingerly for a few moments before
her whole body began to shake. She managed to hold onto me for barely ten seconds before she
dropped me and tried to run away again. Stacy held on tightly to her other hand, and together,
they managed to get only five feet from me or so. I was beginning to get disappointed with her.
Maybe she had gone mad already. "cunt, I think its time that you told her the names of things.
Don't you?" I loved phrasing statements to her in the form of a question. My own personal game
of Jeopardy. Though it was clear who was really in Jeopardy. It was such fun to see her squirm
and struggle searching for the answers. This time her response took me completely by surprise.
She came over to me and knelt down before me. She whispered to me. "Yes darling she needs to be
taught, put please I beg you don't make me be the one to teach her." This was not good, I didn't
want the new girl to ruin her good discipline. I slapped her hard across her face. "You'll do
what you're told, first time, with a smile on your face. Won't you cunt!" "Yes darling." Her
tiny rebellion had been quashed.
She returned to Victoria's side, who was laying prostrate on the tile flooring, her
shaking body. I watched her bend down to her friend and position her so that she was kneeling
before her. Stacy looked over at me, unsure of herself, unsure what was expected of her. "You
remember cunt, ask her who I am." She did of course remember, I watched as the memory washed
over her face. Now she would relive the experience all over again, only this time it would be
from the other side of the fence. Stacy pointed toward me limply, "What is his name?" Victoria
looked at both Stacy and myself, understandably confused. Then a flash of hatred passed through
her. "His name is creep, or asshole, or loser, or dipshit, or dick-less rapist, or scumbag." Her
hatred poured out of her, she became louder and more confident with each accurate insult. Oh
well, sticks & stones....something ..something. Power was the only commodity worth having down
here and they had none at all. Eventually she ran down, she was glaring at me defiantly through
her entire dissertation. I don't think she blinked once. When she finished she wiped her face
free of tears and snot. "Well cunt what are you going to do about her behaviour?" Stacey looked
at her friend still kneeling before her, she drew her arm back and slapped her. I've seen
kittens slap harder than what Stacy did to Victoria. It barely made a sound. Stacy looked toward
me to gauge my reaction. I crooked my finger at her, when she was close enough I pulled her down
kneeling before me. "You've got it all wrong cunt. Do it like this." I punctuated my words with
a ferocious open handed slap to her face. She instinctively tried to block it, but her block was
feeble. She was throw to the tiled floor, her body made a nice slapping sound of its own when
she made contact with the cold tiles.
I stood up off of my porcelain throne. As I rose I removed my belt from my jeans. I
kicked off my boots and finished shrugging off my jeans. By this time Stacy had recovered
somewhat and was looking in my general direction, more toward my feet really. I walked past her
to the still defiant Victoria. As soon as I was near enough to her I began to flail away at her
with my belt. I was not aiming, where it landed I did not care. I first caught her on her legs,
then on her hands as she struggled at first to ward off the blows with her hands. Her arms and
hands paid for their sacrifice but did not stop or lessen the attack. Slowly she was driven away
from the belt, at first by inches then she began to move quicker away from me and my belt
seeking any refuge she could. There was nowhere to go. Nowhere to run and hide from me. She
screamed as the belt landed on her flesh. No doubt she had lived all her life in a civilised
world in which power was contained and society was the master. I doubted if she had ever been
hit before, certainly not like this. She was used to being in a world that treated her
considerably better than I was or would be treating her. I slashed and slashed at her till she
had been driven back into a corner. Back into the corner of the bathtub. She had curled herself
into a ball, her head facing away from me pressed into the corner. Her side facing me, her arms
still desperate to protect her. Every stoke of the belt made another ghastly mark that would be
with her for days. These marks would remind her that there was a price to pay for not pleasing
her new owner. I stopped, my arm tired. We were both breathing hard, Stacy had turned away
unable to watch the scene unfolding before her. I waited for her to rouse herself. She
eventually turned herself around and sat facing me naked in the tub. "Have you had enough?" She
nodded without answering me. I bent closer to her, and yelled right at her. "WELL ITS TOO BAD
THAT YOUR OPINION DOESN'T MATTER HERE!" The volume and content of my words had a withering
effect on her. She turned herself away from the words as though my verbal assault were a harsh
wind. I went back to slashing at her some more driving her even further into the corner of the
tub. After a few more minutes of this I threw the belt down to the tiled floor. Beating her,
demonstrating tangibly the power I held over her gave me a half-hearted erection. Grabbing
fistfuls of her sweat soaked hair I straightened her up in a sitting position. She made no
effort to cover herself with her hands now. Modesty was a trait she no longer could afford, not
even when she let her legs go slack exposing herself to me that completely for the first time. I
took a moment to survey her in detail now. She had a great body, very natural. Her skin, though
covered in perspiration now, was amazing. Its former flawless texture would be back in a few
days, a week at the extreme outset. She was pale, so pale in fact that I could trace tiny veins
carrying her blood through her thin skin. It was as if she were made of fine porcelain. No doubt
her lack of color was caused by endless nights slaving away over the law books. A lawyer, a
parasite dependant for her survival, and feeding on the misery of others. I doubt she would ever
have a tan. Her occupation had just undergone a radical shift. She would still be slaving away,
but it would not be over books ever again. "Look at me." She complied though slowly. After I
knew she was looking at me I took my hardening cock in my hand, and began to squeeze it hard at
the base, choking the nascent erection from it. "The only persons opinion that maters here is
mine." As I finished the sentence, I had managed to tame my erection enough to let pass a stream
of urine toward her. "NO..." was all that Vicky managed to scream out before she caught herself.
I tried to get some in her mouth but it was only open for the briefest of moments. As with the
belt I did not care where the piss landed on her. Anywhere was fine by me. Where it hit her
welts it would help her heal more quickly. I made it last, as soon as she was shrieking and
flailing around searching for an escape from the humiliating piss I would pinch the flow off
till she had calmed her self down enough for me to resume. In effect I kept shooting short
bursts of piss at her till I had none left. "I told you my name already. It is Darling. Isn't
it?" She had heard her friend say it enough already to realise what was expected. "Yes Darling."
I had won again. But that's the best part of this game, I always win. "See Stacy, that's how you
do it." Stacy nodded, and was going to respond verbally, like she had been trained to do. But
the pain filled gasp of Victoria as I dragged her back to Stacey's side cut her off. "Now cunt
finish teaching her the names of things, and do it the rightway this time."
Stacy stood before her kneeling friend. "What's my name Vick?" "STOP! She too has a new
name cunt, it is whore. Ask her again." Stacy steeled herself for the challenge. "What's my name
whore?" Vicky looked straight forwards not up to her friends face. "You are cunt!" She
practically spat the words at her friend. Then she looked up at Stacey's face to see the effect,
which was negligible. She had been through far worse by my hand. Stacy was just standing there`
waiting for something to happen. She was used to behaving this way and was learning a whole new
dance now. "Go on cunt. Don't stop now, you're just getting started." She swallowed, her mouth
dry and continued. She reached out to her friend pointing at her lips. "What are those?" "Lips"
Was the single word response. That earned a slap from Stacy. It was not ferocious. But it was
respectable. "Harder cunt." I urged her on. She repeated the slap, this time more forcefully. I
spoke for Stacy. "NO whore the correct answer is. These are the lips of my darlings whore,
cunt." I watched intently as Stacy repeated the naming ritual that I had performed on her. She
stayed clear of Victoria's more erotic areas. Which I could be patient when it suited me, they
were not going anywhere, ever. Soon Stacy ran out of 'clean' items to have her friend name, and
was left with only her 'naughty bits' to get named. She took her hand and brushed it against
here friends left breast. "Name this whore." Vicky responded well. "It is the tit of my darlings
whore, cunt." It went on that way, she made her name both her breast, her nipples and her
thighs. Stacy quickly glanced toward me, ten continued up Vicki's legs toward her crotch. I
watched closely as she cupped her hand over her friend's mound. "Name this whore." "It is the
cunt of my Darlings whore, cunt." Stick your finger in her cunt." Stacy sat there frozen
motionless, she was building up her nerve to touch another woman there. She curled her index
finger upward and pressed it in to her friend The reaction from Vicky was subdued, I had
expected more from her. She knelt there with her eyes closed, trying hard not to move or show a
reaction. I walked over to the kneeling women, I dropped the soap dildo into Stacey's lap. "Use
this on her." Stacy took the familiar item in her hand. "Lay back whore, you may as well get
comfier, cunt here has got a lot of stamina. And if you ask me I think she'll last a long long
time." Vicky complied, she was beginning to see that she had no choice in the matter. Not
anymore. She would never again be able to glibly deny sex from her boyfriend for trivial
reasons. For my amusement she would always be available, at my convenience.
She was lying back on the tile floor, the cold of the tiles was having an effect on her
skin, and her nipples both of which became sensitive to the cold. Her nipples seemed quite
responsive and were hardening due to the cold of on her skin. Lets hear it for natural
responsive tits. Stacey's may have been more, but there is something to be said for quality.
Stacy leaned forward toward Vicki's crotch, she began to wet the dildo with her saliva,
transferring it from her mouth, to her left hand then stroking the dildo applying it to the fake
phallus. "Where ya gonna stick her cunt?" She had though that she was going to put it in her
friend's vagina. I could tell by her body language that that was her intended target. "I'll put
it wherever you want darling." The dildo was only inches from Vicki's cunt. "Where do you think
you friend should fuck you first whore?" "It doesn't matter, whatever I say will be wrong,
you'll do what you want anyway. So get on with it." I was stunned, her reserves of defiance kept
filling, and replenishing themselves. Soon she would become completely exhausted, and I would
win. Remember, I always did. "I'd like you to stuff it down her throat cunt, and shut her the
fuck up." Stacy tried to do just that. She leaned forward toward her friend and pressed the
soapy dildo against her friend's lips. I could see Stacy mouthing the word sorry over and over
again, as she pressed up against her. Vicky was defiant in this too, ultimately she relented
though, and let the dildo enter her mouth.
It only entered her a few inches, 3 at the most, before she choked, and reached up with
her hands and pushed Stacey's hand from her, dislodging the dildo as well. She coughed for a few
seconds more. "You're not much of a cock sucker are you whore? Maybe I'll have to change your
name. Lets see now what can I call you. ... how about bitch. That seems to suit you actually. If
you keep this up I'll really treat you like a bitch. Do you think she'd like that cunt? Do you
think she'd like it if I introduced her to Jason and Richard?" Stacy was speechless not knowing
what to say. Finally she came up with an appropriate answer. "I think she likes whatever you
want her to like darling." "Do you like it when Jason and Richard visit you, cunt?" "I like it
if it pleases you darling." Her answers were acceptable and safe. "Well I just don't know what
to do. I'd like to find something she'd like. You must know what she would like. Girlfriends
talk don't they cunt." I watched as they glanced at each other, I was certain that they talked
to each other about such things. "We never actually talked about it much darling." That's
bullshit, all women talk to their girlfriends." I let the preposition hang in the air for a few
moments. "The way she sucked on that cock you'd think she'd never done it before." Again they
looked at each other. It was subtle, but I was onto something. I was determined to get at the
truth. I moved off the toilet, stepped between them so they couldn't see each other anymore. I
sat down between them facing Stacy. She was the weaker one. The one who had become accustomed to
obeying me. The one I could use to get to the other one. I took Stacey's chin in my hands and
moved my lips to within a hairs breath away from her. Then I slowly moved forward and began
kissing her. I kissed her deeply, like a lover would, I explored her mouth with my tongue
completely. She returned the kiss, just as deeply. I broke the kiss but as I pulled away from
her I held onto her lower lip, biting it between my teeth. Her lip became distended as I pulled
away. I bit down on her lip, I felt her lip being deformed between my crushing teeth, and
savoured the panic in her eyes. Soon felt the skin separate beneath my teeth and we both tasted
her blood. It was a small wound though it made my point. "You're friend here, she hasn't had
much experience with men now had she?" Stacy shook her head no. "But she couldn't be a virgin
now could she? No she couldn't be a virgin. Virgins are a lot like Unicorns. Some people
actually claim to have seen one, but I don't believe it. "No she's not a virgin is she Cunt?"
The question was a rhetorical one. I turned my attention back to Victoria. She was huddled naked
of course, up against the tile wall. I couldn't see her face her hair was hanging down the sides
of her head, blocking the view. I think she was having a bad day. In fact I think she was having
the worst day of her life. As far as I could tell she had no boyfriend. When I was packing her
bags, I didn't see any clothes of any potential boyfriend. No picture on him on her night table.
There was no evidence of any birth control in her purse, or in her bathroom either. A woman with
her looks, she was well off too. It just didn't make any sense to me. What other reason could
there be for her to be so ill at ease with men. That was it! Ill at ease with men! I turned back
to Stacy, the cunt. "She's a dyke isn't she cunt!" I saw the truth of it in her face, as I dug
into her and wrung it from her. That would explain everything. A lesbian divorce attorney. I saw
Victoria slump down further against the wall. She certainly didn't look like the stereotypical
lesbian. I believe that the term for what she is is a lipstick lesbian. I reached out to her and
brushed her hair from her face. I wanted to watch the effect of my words on her. "So you are a
lesbian eh whore?" She turned herself slightly away from me trying to disappear into the wall.
"You know what whore? .........I'm a lesbian too! Yup that's right. I'm a lesbian trapped in a
mans body." My joke was too funny to me. So much so that I chuckled aloud. Mostly because she of
course did not see the humour in it.
This was special, this was a treat. This was something to be savoured. This was a fine
wine that I would get to roll around and around my palate before finally swallowing. The
unspeakable acts that I would soon be imposing on her would be doubly horrible for her. From her
point of view they would be performed on her by what was certainly a monster, but to her they
would be as despicable to her as homosexual acts would be to myself. For to her that is what
they would be. The act of male female intercourse for her would be as horrible as male to male
intercourse would be for me. The thought of a male trying to copulate with myself made me
physically ill. I could feel my stomach turn at the mere thought of it. I imagined it must be
the same for her. Instantly I knew what I wanted to do to her for her first time with me. I had
much to prepare. It was going to take a few days to get the needed supplies. But that was just
as well I wanted to give her a chance to heal up a bit. I only hoped I could keep my hands off
her and wait long enough for the master plan to come to fruition. I still had cunt here to help
me keep the edge off. "Get her in the shower cunt. She stinks. I think she peed all over herself
in all the excitement." I left them alone. No doubt she answered her usual Yes Darling as I
stormed out of the dungeon. While I was gone I could hear them talking to each other.
They were whispering. Stacy was aware that they were being monitored, and had told her
friend. Victoria was incensed and was loud enough for her portion of the conversation top be
heard by the microphones that I had implanted in the dungeon, despite her warnings. "How could
you tell him!" She was clearly upset with Stacy. "Why couldn't you just lie!" And finally I
heard her nearly shouting. "You were always such a stupid bitch. Why couldn't you just have
divorced that old degenerate. I told you we could break the prenup! Why did I ever let you con
me into this stupid fucking plan of yours." I switched off the microphone, but not the
recorders.
I quickly found what I was looking for and hurried back to their side. Vicky was just
finishing her shower, and was drying herself off. I tossed the measuring tape to Stacy, and told
her to take her friends measurements. She did it but was clearly nervous about the close
proximity to another woman. She was notably uncomfortable about taking Vicki's hips and waist
measurements. Her face was quite close to Vicki's pubic mound, when she bent over to take the
measurements. I wrote all the measurements down in a notebook. She was after all going to need a
new wardrobe.
When they were done I led Vicki over to the iron door in the wall that led to the cell.
I placed Stacey's iron collar around Vicki's slender neck securing it myself. I opened the small
door and motioned for her to get in. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled in slowly.
I watched her crawl in and sealed her into the wall. I would need some time to prepare for her
first time with me. As an artist I wanted to do it right. I would have only one chance to make
it memorable for her and I. She could wait she wouldn't be going anywhere Besides I wanted to
give her something for being as nice to me as she had been thus far. I wanted to give her a
couple of days of no food, no water, or sleep. I had a feeling that she would be much nicer to
me after a few days in the wall. I also wanted to giver her a chance to heal up a bit. I
certainly didn't want to fuck her with all those marks across her body. She was strong and
healthy, at least for now she was, and she would heal up fast too. I couldn't say that she would
have the same recuperative powers in a few months. So I had to take advantage of her strength
while she had it.
With Vicki tucked in for the night that left me and Stacy with some time on our hands.
She still looked great to me tarted up in her humiliating maid ensemble, despite her split lip.
I led Stacy into the next room, she had some freshening up to do. Vicki had some crying to do,
and it was the least we could do to leave her alone. Well relatively alone, I was after all
taping her every moment in the wall cell.
I sat Stacy down at the dressing table to fix her makeup. I watched as she reapplied her
eyeliner, mascara, and fire engine red lipstick. Soon she was looking as radiant as ever, and I
was more than ready for her. I stood by the side of the bed with my erection pointing straight
at her. She approached me from the other side of the bed crawling across the bed to get to me.
Promptly as I had trained her to do, she kept crawling toward me until she encompassed by cock
with her mouth. Her breath was hot on me and her tongue was darting all around the underside of
my length. I was already hot enough but lately I had instructed her that she was to always begin
by taking me in her mouth. I knew how much she hated it. I flipped her over on her back with her
legs directed toward me. Like the practised slut that she was her legs flopped open with not a
hint of the shame that she once had. Her left hand had drawn her breasts from her maids outfit
and she was manipulating them before me. Her other hand, her right hand was between her legs
holding herself open. Spreading her vagina open for me for my inspection. Her index finger of
her right hand was placed directly on top of her clitoris, and was rubbing it in a circular non
stop motion. The fear of endless torture, torture without end had turned her into this. She gave
a convincing groan as I fed myself into her soft vagina. A groan that meant she loved my touch,
and dreaded the moment that it would end. On an intellectual level I new differently. She in
fact hated me and would kill me with her bare hands were it within her power to do so. I drove
myself into her again and again. My lust fuelled by these thoughts. Thoughts of power, my power.
The power I held over her. The power she once had, that I had ripped from her the same way that
I was ripping into her now. I was still standing up while I fucked her. Her legs had wrapped
themselves around my waist. She could not sit up to embrace me with arms, as my training had
prepared her to. Instead she was doing the next best thing. Her hands had wrapped around her
breasts, and she was kneading the artificial tits as though they were cookie dough. Her head was
tilted far back, her mouth open wide in a gape, impersonating passion. She was getting to me
again. I slowed my pace in an effort to make it last. She clamped herself down on me, squeezing
me tightly every time I hit bottom. Then letting go of me when she felt me being to move
backwards. She had become a practised whore for me. I could always count on my cunt to give me a
great fuck, day or night. I could rouse her from a deep sleep and barge in to her chamber
demanding any act I could conceive of, no matter how perverse. By now her legs were rising
straight up from her laying position. I had her ankles on either side of my head, surrounding me
in her legs, and their silken covering. She was screaming out in her artificial passion. I
quickened my pace, a vocal woman always gets to me, then soon after I was moving in a blur,
rapidly in and out of her. Her ass was hanging off the edge of the bed, my thighs were slapping
against her clapping. I imagined the clapping was for us. The approval drove deeply into her a
final time, and I was pumping her full once again. She knew the signs extremely well by now, and
helped things along, rhythmically grasping me, then releasing me every few seconds. As soon as I
had left her she had turned around on the bed, her garment swishing as she turned her head back
to my member. With no direst instructions she had popped my dick back into her mouth, licking
and sucking it clean of our fluids. I had recently specified that after every fuck if she didn't
try to get me hard for another round, that she would regret it. She was bobbing her head up and
down on my semi-hard cock, trying to coax another erection from me. That in turn would be used
to further degrade her. Her practised tongue and these thoughts conspired to give me what I
wanted, yet another erection that she would be forced to deal with. Soon I had her turned around
again. Her head down on the bed and her ass pointed skyward. "Hold yourself open cunt." In a
flash her hands were at her behind prying her cheeks apart for my plunder. The going was tough
into her ass, with only residual baby oil, and what little had slid down the crack of her ass to
pave the way, but I didn't mind too much. She was being vocal again, stifling her scream with
the bedding. Holding her by her hips I began to use her ass for my pleasure. Having just come a
few minutes ago I was guranteed to last a lot longer this round. It was a good thing to she
needed more practice at imitating desire, when I fucked her ass. Toward that end (pardon the pun
:)) I slammed myself into her ass as deep as I could get, then stopped my movements. "You do
some work cunt." With that I was watching her slide herself off then back onto my dick. I was
surprised to see she was changing the color of my cock, slightly darker. I didn't think that I
had been feeding her all that well, that she wouldn't be more clean back here. I had determined
that I was not going to move for the duration of her ass fucking this time. But as she got me
more and more excited my mind was changed and I slammed into her a few times till I finished in
her. I'm sure that she had emptied me out and I was done for the night. But again, she had
whirled around to try and tease a further erection from me with her talented mouth. Who was I to
argue with such a beautiful woman? This time her efforts were rewarded only by providing her
owner with shiny clean cock, that I would put away for more fun latter.
I left her dressed as my little maid, my sorcerers apprentice had done well, as well as
could be expected under the circumstances. It wasn't everyday that I forced her to collaborate
with her rapist to break her best friends will. I snapped the handcuffs to the headboard, and
walked around her to the other side of the bed, and secured that wrist as well. I then walked
back to the end of the bed her legs were pressed together, how modest. I held out a hand, she
moved her leg placing the ankle in my hand for me so that I may secure her spread eagled on the
bed.
I decided to leave Stacy here while leaving Vicki in the wall cell. They would have
buoyed each others spirits had I kept them together. Better to partially break in my new whore
first, just for a few days then, reintroduce them to each other. I had much to do to make my new
playmate comfortable. Taking the measurements that Stacy had made and the sizes of her clothes
that I had packed for her I faxed an order to a ladies fashion house that I had used before for
Stacy. The lingerie and costumes that I ordered would arrive tomorrow. Every few hours I would
check to see if Vicki had cried herself to sleep or not. If I noticed that she had drifted off I
would give her a blast of electricity to rouse her from her slumber. I decided to giver her
something to pass the time watching. The TV screen mounted in the ceiling flickered to life. I
heard the speaker playing Stacey's voice to her friend. "Hello my name is Cunt. My Darling owner
loves it when he lets me suck his long delicious cock. He has instructed me to make this tape to
show you how he likes me to do it. His cock is so yummy.................." That should keep her
interest for a few hours. Five and a half hours to be precise.
I set about repairing and improving the damage done by the recent events. The sliding
door in the back of the closet was replaced. I added another bolt to the hinge side of the iron
door. Event if they managed to pry off the hinges it would do them no good. I also added another
bolt to the wall cell door. This one would trip and lock the door, in case of another power
failure. Also in case of a power failure I ordered an industrial UPS system, it would provide a
few hours of electricity, which would be more than enough.
Getting rid of her Cadillac was another chore that I had to accomplish soon. Preferably
before anyone discovered Jason's corpse or realised that Vicki too had gone missing. I jacked
the car up and set it running. I wanted to jack the odometer up to match the actual distance I
planned to transport the car to the dump sight. I loaded the car onto the tow truck still
concealed with the car cover, and set off for a road trip. I won't mention the city that I took
it to. Suffice to say it was a port city. I dropped the car off in a wooded area north of the
city. In the trunk I left Vicki's suitcase only half full of the clothes I had taken with her.
If anyone found the car soon they would also find a pair of pink high heels that were too big
for Vicki, a skin-tight pink dress, a matching purse filled with all of Stacey's effects. Before
I left I also took Vicki's freshly fired gun, field stripped it and cleaned it with bleach and
brake cleaner. I made sure to remove the clip before I had Vicki and Stacy handle it thoroughly.
At the dump sight for the car I again field stripped the weapon. I carelessly left the slide in
the car. Opps! I then threw the remaining pieces as far from the car as I thought the women
could have thrown them. Too bad the pieces of the weapon fell short of the river, and lay
exposed on the nearby rocks. How careless of them to leave the murder weapon behind like that.
In the vehicle I left some travel brochures for Hawaii and Mexico. Here was also one for Rio.
Maybe Harv could squeeze a vacation out of this. He was such a dedicated and hard working cop. I
wanted him to be happy in his work. Wouldn't want him to retire early. I would have had to
cultivate another source in the department. The burning rag I placed in the mouth of the gas
tank burned fiercely for a few moments. I helped it fall out of the opening to the ground. I
could hear the FBI agents now...."They should have stayed at least long enough to ensure that
the car caught.."
It was about a 12 hour drive round trip. By the time I arrived home I was exhausted. I
nevertheless had to check on the animals. They were fine. Vicki looked like she hadn't slept
much more than an hour at the most. The simple light timer I had left had given her a jolt every
hour or so just to keep her awake. I fed Stacy, some food that is rather than my cock. I made
her masturbate herself for me. I was too tired to bother to fuck her. I resolved to automate
their feeding. I had to think more on this to come up with a workable scheme. The dogs were
fine, I fed them and let them run about the farmhouse for a while. They found a rabbit and
chased it. It managed to escape them, typical. Thanks again Harv. They were distracted by a
passing helicopter. It was a chopper belonging to the State Patrol. I wondered what they were
looking for. There was nothing on the news yet. Perhaps they were just being coy? I decided to
sleep some. I slept soundly and without interruption, not even from dreams.
The next day around 11 AM a van drove onto the property. I went out to greet the driver.
It was the delivery service, dropping off Vicki's new wardrobe. I took the packages from the
driver thanked him and tipped him. I carried the bundles into the dinning room, searching
through them to make sure that all the items that I had specified were there, and in the right
sizes. Among the boxes there was a special box. A hat box, "Helen's Bridal Supply" was printed
on the box. The veil that the box contained was incredibly fine. I had to hold it up to the
light to see the near microscopic weave of the lace. Nothing but the finest for Vicki's first
time.
There are other section coming in the near future. If you have content idea for poor Stacey's
future appearances please send them along to
special_kwa@hotmail.com
Here's wishing you all have a healthy fantasy life.
