Trophy Wife
Part 7
If any of you have ever renovated you know how time flies, especially when you are having fun.
It took nearly three weeks to build the new guesthouse with the chamber beneath the
prefabricated structure. During that time I had continued to work on the women, turning them
from best friends into perfect little animals. Perfect little slut animals competing with each
other for food, shelter, and my cum. With Stacey it was easy to keep her motivated to perform
for me. Once I found out what would keep her in line. While it was true that she would rather
die than be in the same room with me, the threat of replacing her with her sister was always
enough to keep her in line. With Vickie it was a little more difficult, she was constantly
defying me, fighting me and resisting me at every step. She too would rather be dead than let me
touch her. Constant torture was used to keep her motivated. Whenever I raped the two of them at
the same time I always made sure that I kept my dogs in the same room. If they ever got the
upper hand on me I could always mutter a command to the dogs and they would be shredding the
girls before much harm came to me.
This time was no different and I had the dogs chained up in the corner again. I addition to the
dogs I had scattered about some big floor pillows for the sluts to perform for me on. As always
I had a video camera pointed at each slut. When they had finished preparing themselves and
laying themselves upon the pillows they each found a small pail each holding three dildos. There
was a small dildo, a medium one and a very large one.
They were both naked, save for their high heels, tons of slutty makeup and their jewelry. Vicky
of course was wearing her piercings in her tongue and nipples, as she would for the remainder of
her days. They both sat their passively looking at the floor avoiding each other's eyes as well
as mine.
I let my eyes travel over their bodies, they were still both extremely beautiful women, despite
my harsh treatment. Stacey, having the more pale skin always bore some evidence of my use of
her. For example I could still see the bruises on her breasts from a few days ago when I took
her with particular vigor. Vicky too bore some marks from my use of her, her thighs and rump
were still faintly lined from the most recent corrective session with her.
"I have decided that this dungeon is not big enough for the both of you. I have decided that
one of you will have to go." They were now clearly terrified, while they would rather die than
live like this they were also equally sure that the death I had in mind for them would be
ghastly. "I have further decided that a competition will be used to decide who will get to stay
and serve me." They had both sat up straight and perked up their attention when the seriousness
of the session dawned on them. "Each of you, grab the smaller dildo now." They both reached into
their pail and withdrew their tool. "Each of you has ten minutes with your rubber lover begin
now." They simultaneously fell onto their rear and spread their legs for their hands.
"Before you begin I want you two sluts to kiss." They did, they rolled toward each other and
their bodies melted into each other's without shame. They shared a kiss, their tongues probing
into each other's mouths. Afterward they rolled back onto their pillows and began to assault
their own bodies for my amusement, and for their continued survival. It was beautiful, I could
not decide where to keep my eyes. No only was it difficult to decide which whore to look at but
it was equally difficult to decide which body part of which slut to look at. Mostly I was drawn
to movement, I followed their hands as they traveled over their lush bodies. They had both by
now easily penetrated their vaginas with the smallest dildo and began to thrust in and out of
themselves. I could see the slickness begin on each of them. Soon, too soon really the ten
minute episode was over. A buzzer sounded to end the first of a possible three sessions. The
women stopped and began to come back to Earth. Their breathing returned to normal, and their
senses slowly returned them to their present location. I went to the cupboard and returned to
the women with a set of scales that I placed between them. I reached my hands out to them and
spoke. "Hand me the dildos." They both of course did and I placed them on the scales. This time
the residue that Stacey had placed on the dildo, weighed slightly more than that which Vickie
placed on the dildo. The scale tipped ever so slightly in her favor. "Congratulations Cunt you
have won round one." She smiled sweetly at me and said her Thank you Darlings. A blind man could
see the hatred that lay behind her eyes. I offered her a pair of stockings and garterbelt for
her to wear, as her reward for winning the first round. They were black in color. I find that
for Redheads I like Black or Green. For Blondes I prefer White, Red or Black. She uncoiled her
legs and began to roll the silk up her legs. Her hands were quite practiced at doing this
smoothly now alter her months of captivity. Soon she had encased her legs in the trappings of
femininity, and replaced her shoes on her feet.
After a few more moments to recover I had the women move on to the second dildo, the medium
sized one. As they began to insert the second one into themselves I watched for a moment and
moved the first small one to the rear entrance on Stacey's body and inserted it. Her eyes flew
open and she let out a gasp as her rear became accustomed to it entrance. I swung around to
Vicki and found her watching Stacey and me through half closed eyes, as she continued to
penetrate herself. I moved to her side and inserted her smallest dildo up her rear as well. Soon
they had both adjusted to the invasion and kept up their rhythm of their own imposed self-abuse.
I could hear the silk on Stacey legs rustle against her other leg and turned my attention back
to her to see that she had closed her legs tightly on both her hands. Her one hand was quickly
diddling her clit while the other hand was twisting the dildo deep inside herself. I crawled my
self to the top of her form. She was oblivious to my presence, to lost in her own world to
notice. The sound of my zipper coming down meant something to her. It meant that I expected to
use her soon, I expected to be serviced and that she better be damn good. My erection fell from
my pants think and heavy. I sought her mouth, being the only orifice that she had readily
available to me. I maneuvered myself near her mouth, she tiled her head back giving me access to
her mouth and throat. I dove forward into her mouth deeply, surprising myself at the ease of
which my member disappeared into her face. The angle she held her head gave me unparalleled
access to her. She was soon choking on my cock unable to get a clear breath, my nuts were after
all pressing up against her nose. Her tits were ready-made handles that I took full advantage
of. I squeezed them hard, and began to saw in and out of her mouth. I looked down at Vickie, my
whore and found her still masturbating herself, desperate to win this round or else she would be
eliminated, literally. Her desperation and excitement fueled my lust and I soon was ignorant of
Cunts feelings, and was fucking her face freely. I pinched her nipples hard and wrenched a
scream from her mouth, which temporarily removed the pressure of her tongue from my cock. I
pinched her tits harder still to get to start sucking again. Her hands flew up to her tits and
covered my hands with her own, seeking relief. To late she realized her folly, with another
twist of my cruel fingers her legs braced on the floor, slightly spread. I could see the dildo
pressing out from her snatch as it was being forced from her by her muscles. Before she could
catch it, it had fallen from her body and slid down her rear and rolled a foot away from her on
the floor. A groan of desperation escaped from her lips around my cock. It tickled most
delightfully. I moved myself from her except for the head of my cock that she kept tonguing
feverishly. I gripped my cock in my hand and finished myself off into her mouth and shot a few
blobs on her face. I did this so that my Whore would not feel left out. I would later have her
lick it off her face.
Naturally Vickie won the round there was no contest really as most of the cunt juice that Cunt
had put on her dildo had evaporated or been rubbed of onto the pillows and floor. "Congrats
Whore, you won the second round, put these on." I handed her the stockings and garterbelt this
time. She swung her legs around and slithered into them for me. I moved back to my observation
position siting on the end of the bed looking down at the two of them. I was swinging the
matching bra to their ensemble on my finger. They were watching me swing it back and forth to
and fro between the two of them. "Who wants to wear this?" I teased. In stereo they both
answered "I do Darling."
I leaned over and took the dildo that Cunt had used, from the pan on the scale and pressed it
against Whore's lips. She parted her lips slightly and admitted the artificial phallus into her
mouth. I next inserted the other dildo into the Redheads mouth. She slutted it up like a good
girl. I can always count on her to ham it up for me. I pushed them down on their backs with my
feet. "Round three sluts, all the marbles are now on line." They reached for the third dildo and
they both began to insert the largest phallus into themselves and nearly the same time. "Isn't
this exciting." They both grunted their response around their dildo filled mouths. Whore was
soon humping her hips up into the massive third dildo. I could see that her muscles were
straining hard around the number three tool. The one plugged into her ass was poking out with
every hunch of her pelvis. She had moved her free and up to her nipples and was tugging on the
ring placed through her right nipple. The two women turned their respective faces toward each
other to check out the competition. They were both in about the same state of arousal. They were
covered with perspiration and they bodies were shinning beneath the lights of the video cameras.
Despite having just raped Cunts mouth their performance, their desperation was causing my cock
to twitch back to life again. The winner was going to get a reward. I heard the timer finish the
ten-minute session with a buzz. "OK you bitches put the cocks on the scales now." They both
moved quickly to comply. Cunt managed to reach the scale and deposit her dildo first. Whore
placed her's on the scale last. We all watched the scale closely. The needle swung back and
forth a few times before coming to rest pointing to Whore by less than the width of the needle.
She had won the right to stay. I threw the bra at her and she twisted her arms behind her back
to fasten it on her frame. She looked down at it with pride in her eyes. She had really earned
something that she wanted. Relief flushed her face and the tears began to flow from her eyes.
They were tears of relief. She believed that she was spared a slow painful death, at least for a
while longer. There was a price to pay however, she would now be the exclusive victim of my
complete lust for the foreseeable future.
Cunt was crying too but on the other hand was justifiably devastated. In her opinion she had
just been given a death sentence. It didn't matter that she thought that the test was an unfair
one. The second dildo has effectively not counted. She likely would have won on the second dildo
had I not interfered by forcing the issue. Specifically by forcing my cock down her throat.
To her credit she did not try to claim this to preserve her life. She did however try to bargain
with me. Especially when I pointed my handgun at her. "Please Darling, can you please give me a
second chance. I know I can make it good for you. I know you like to be with me ...I mean use
me. I know that I don't deserve it."
I was doing my best to ignore her pleas for mercy. I reached into my shirt pocket and handed
her a pair of pills in foil that I had been keeping there. I tossed them at her. She stopped her
begging and unwrapped the pills. "You an choose Cunt. You can choose to take the pills or take
the lead." I pointed the gun at her face, her beautiful face. She was fearful I was going to go
after her sister after I killed her. She began to plead again. "I'll do anything that you want
just give me a chance, please." She began to inch her way closer to me and was soon rubbing
herself enticingly against my legs. "But you already have done everything. And quite well I
might add." I was looking into her eyes. "Why don't you tell her who won Whore." She perked up
immediately smiling broadly. "I DID!" She virtually shouted it as she crawled over to me and
began to rub her breasts against my left arm. I turned to face her and kissed her deeply. An
owners kiss, not a lovers. She purred against me. I put my arm around her and pull her into me
tightly forcing the air from her lungs. She kept heaping affection upon me and kept kissing and
licking at my face. Her left hand found it way to my exposed cock and began to play with my
erection. Cunt ignored her former best friend and continued her entreaties. "I'm sure that I can
keep you interested in me." She glanced over to the dogs, her implication clear to all of us. I
pretended to consider the proposal for a moment. Then looked at her. "If I had wanted to turn
you into a dog slut. You'd be one by now." I roughly pushed her back into the pillows. She fell
back with a thud. By the time she looked up at me I had put Whore between my legs facing her
friend. I had placed the gun in her hand, it was trembling but it was pointed at her former
friend. I reached my hands beneath Whores arms and began to squeeze her tits in my hands. "Last
chance to choose Cunt, take the pills or take the lead."
"I choose the pills Darling."
I nodded at her, and began to pull on the rings in my new best girl's tits. She popped them into
her mouth, and swallowed them quickly, before she could say another word. I recovered the gun
from Whore's hand. Cunt looked at us one last time. "Will you tell me something Darling?" Sure
thing Cunt, what do you want to know?" "My Sister, please tell me you'll leave her alone." She
had fallen to her side now and her eyes were closed. But I knew she was still alive and could
hear me. "That's up to Whore, if she keeps my attention I don't expect I'll have time for your
sister." Whore responded for both of us. "I'll keep you interested, her sister won't do anything
that I won't do Darling."
Cunt curled up in a near fetal position, and stopped moving.
I was still tugging on the rings in Whore's tits. "You feel like some Whore?" She forced her
body back into my and wiggled against me provocatively answering me more completely that words
ever could. I picked her up and placed her on my lap. She reached around behind her and pointed
my erection at her ass, sitting down on me enveloping me completely till her cheeks pressed
against my legs. I lay back on the bed and watched as she moved up and down on me. I let her
fuck me for a few minutes till she got her rhythm and began moaning in pantomime lust. At that
moment I began to rub the muzzle of my gun up and down her spine. She shuddered and shivered but
kept on moving up and down on my erection. She knew that I would not shoot. Not the gun anyway.
She knew that her death would not be as easy and painless as her friends when the time came.
I watched her perfect form glide up and down my length. I could not see her face from this
position, which was a pity. I was sure its countenance would not match the lusty sounds that she
was generating. After a few more minutes she had me bucking up into her. Causing further gasps
and grunts to escape from her lips.
I used the gun to push her off my erection. She stood with her back to me. I savored her beauty
and discomfort for a moment. She wagged her ass at me a swayed gently back and forth. "Turn
around and face me Whore." She did as she was told. She stood before me looking downward at the
floor. "Your mouth." She knelt down between my legs and used her mouth on me. It was the first
time that I had let her do this without the protection of the ring gag. I needn't have worried.
The further indignity of an unfettered blowjob. Even one that had the unique taste of her own
ass applied to it.
Soon she was pumping the remaining drops of my cum from my cock into her mouth and licking it
off my cock cleaning me like she knew I liked and expected. The fire engine red lipstick that I
had forced her to wear had been long since smeared off her lips and streaked all over her face
and me. She kept licking and sucking on me till my erection had completely subsided and all that
remained was a small non-threatening cock. A shadow of the former erection. She sat back on her
heels waiting obediently for further orders . She used her forearms to rub away the residue of
the blowjob from her face.
"Go and fix your face Whore...When you get back I gave a surprise for you."
She tumbled obediently off to the dressing room to repair the damage done to her hair and makeup
for me. While she was gone I readied her surprise. She returned looking fresh and radiant in
about ten minutes. If I had not done what I just done to her there would have been no hint of
what she had just gone through. She found me examening a new horror for her. I was opening and
closing a stainless steel pair of forcep like pinchers. At the business end of the tool there
were some tiny holes that I had dilled through the clamps. "Lay down on the bed and spread your
legs as wide as you can." She sat on the edge of the bed, and slid herself up into position. Her
silk clad legs whispered across the sheets. She spread her legs wide, but I chided her for her
actions anyway. "I bet you can open your legs wider than that Whore." She smiled a twisted
little smile back at me and forced her legs and inch or two wider still. I pressed the end of
the instrument into her cunt and ran the cold surgical steel up and down the length of her slit.
Her legs tried to snap shut, reflexively but she managed to hold them back, open wide against
her natural instincts. I took hold of her right lip in the end of the tool and pinched the
device closed of the flesh. The tool clicked closed securely holding themselves closed to her.
The piercing needle was all too familiar to her. I passed it through the holes on the end of the
device. It made a neat and tidy hole through her. It made her scream out in pain, arching her
back high in the air as well. She did not close her legs to me though. I repeated the piercing
on the lip on the other side of her vagina as well. There was some bleeding, though the clamp
kept that to a minimum with the pressure that it placed upon her delicate flesh. I picked up her
latest adornment and inserted it through her newest holes fastening in shut with a snap. She
winced through this portion of the process as I tugged on her wounded flesh completing the gift.
I stood back and up surveying my work. She had certainly changed since I took her. Gone was the
sophisticated professional, replaced by the Platinum blonde, lingerie clad pieced fuck toy. Her
hands slowly traveled down her body till they reached her crotch. She slowly began exploring
herself tentatively feeling around for her newest article of jewelry. She found it and began to
feel for its shape and dimensions. Her eyes closed with the revelation of what I had just taken
from her. When they opened again she was looking at me. The hatred in her eyes had been replace
with pleading supplication. I was holding up for her view, the key to the tiny padlocks that now
sealed herself till I decided to remove it. I explained to her that the padlock symbolized in a
most tangible way my ownership of her, as well as a method of birth control for her. I could of
course remove it and fuck her, but what would usually happen is that in my lust I would be
forced to behave like a river and take her through the path of least resistance. Namely her ass
or mouth. She cupped herself with her hands disbelieving what I had done to her. "Go make
yourself something to eat, and tuck yourself in for the night. You've had a hard day Whore, and
I expect that your tomorrows will not be any easier." She nodded and moved to get up. "You are
all alone in here now, and I'll be able to spend even more time with you now."
I watched her pass through the curtain and heard her rustling around . I listened to her for a
few minutes more. I heard her removing her few articles of clothing.
With that taken care of I picked up Stacey in my arms and left with her, locking the door
behind us. Once I got to the basement I placed her on a couch, and took her pulse. It was there
of course, I pried open one of her eyes. Her pupils were responsive to the light. "You can hear
me can't you Cunt?" I asked rhetorically. I knew she could still hear me. The drugs weren't
lethal but they were enough to immobilize her. I picked her up again, satisfied that I hadn't
given her too much. I took her to my bedroom for her to sleep it off. She was immobilized but
aware. If she had mot been used to the feeling of my cock inside her I would have fucked her
then and there. The though of her horror at being aware of being raped but not able to stop me
was arousing me all over again.
After a few hours she began to come around. I began walking her on her unsteady feet to the new
building. "Time to take you to your new home Cunt." I walked her still naked and groggy past the
unfinished pool area. The hot tub portion was finished, but I had sacrificed the pool area to
finish the main structure as fast as possible. Another few weeks and I should be able to play in
the pool with my pets.
We entered the building and I had to carry her to the back corner of the building, into an
empty 10x10 room. I let her collapse to the floor. Pressing a series of numbers on a security
keypad that I had affixed to the wall, the entire floor of the room began to descend into the
basement. It was very stable riding on the rails that were mounted into the wall. Soon we were
in the entry way to the basement. The layout was essentially the same as her previous dungeon.
Off of this room there was a large bedroom chamber. Right next to it was a room that I was
calling the Multi-Purpose Room. It was in effect the torture chamber. It had a cage that I had
electrified. There were some stocks, and padded saw horses that I could use to bind the women in
various position. I had stocked the room with cameras and whips as well. From the few visits I
had made to my local Amnesty International I learned of some other possibilities that I could
incorporate here. They were so very helpful answering all my questions. Specifically I had
installed an electrical generator with some clips for their more tender bits. And a brazier,
with some old fashioned branding irons. In front of this room was a dressing room with makeup
and hair station. Off to the side of this room was a smallish kitchen and laundry room. Just as
before there was a common bathroom with a shower, toilet, sink and bidet. Off of this room there
were three cells. In each cell was a small bed sitting flush with the floor. As before there was
only a bed pan, and a TV built into the ceiling. I had to provide some form of entertainment for
the bitches. Lest they go mad. On each cell there were two doors that closed them in. The first
door was a heavy steel door with a small slit door in the middle. This slit was for a food tray
to be sent in, should they be confined for lengthy periods to their cell. Opening this first
large door revealed another door. This one was an iron bar door that had a set of stocks build
into the door, which could secure the prisoners head and arms. It was set back about a foot from
the first door so that it could be closed without smashing her head. Stacey was missing most of
these fine points when I took her on her tour. She was still too groggy to drink all the finer
details of her new dungeon. When I menaced her with the branding iron she collapsed on the floor
and began a feeble swimming motion with both arms and legs. I jabbed her in her ass with it. And
she screamed hoarsly. If in fact in were hot she would be suitably marred by it. By happenstance
the iron that I picked up was from an old ranch that had existed nearby over a hundred years
ago. It was the brand of the Lazy W ranch, and featured a "W" that was resting almost on its
side. It was indeed a good thing this one wasn't hot. It suited Vicky more, what with her name
being Whore. After I marked her with it she would be the Lazy Whore. While the though made me
smile the actuality of the historical brand made it suitable only for show. It was far too
substantial an instrument for the delicate flesh that I possessed. I would have to make a more
refined, more delicate version for Vickie's Whore ass. I would make one for Stacey too, but hers
would likely be just for show. With Stacey I was not likely to modify her appearance as mush as
I had done to Vicki.
With Vicki I had made her change her hair color to Platimum Blonde, virtually white hair. I had
had her shave her crotch, and I had have her pierce herself in several intimate locations. I was
planning on some tattoos as well as a brand if she were bad enough to earn one.
I got Cunt settled into her new cell. The cell I hoped would be the last cell I would ever need
to build for her. Here eyes were still glassy and she was still dissoriented. I decided she
would be useless for me till tomorrow.
I had of course tons of pictures of the two women. It was time to use some of the selected
shots of Stacey to my advantage, and her detriment. I carefully selected and cropped the shots
so that her face was not visible. After all she was a dead woman. I selected 2 pictures, in both
pictures she was wearing her lingerie. The first was a shot of her being whipped that I had had
her friend shoot, it showed her rear end peeking out from between her garters. The lash had just
hit her and even though her face was obscured you could just see her jaw had dropped in a
scream. Her red hair was flipping around her face. Her hands were squeezing and mauling her own
tits. I remembered the event well. She had choked on my cum, and spit it up on my stomach. The
second picture was more sedate. It showed her on her knees head bowed, a dildo was jammed in her
cunt. I knew there to be another one plugged in her rear. I was holding onto a leash, just out
of frame, that ran to her iron collar. Her arms were cuffed behind her back, but I had
instructed her to twist her upper body to show off the cuffs for the camera. They were glinting
in the picture due to the flash. These two pictures along with a brief note were inserted into
an envelope. I deposited them that night in a local mailbox and sent them away. The Hellfire was
a local club that I also posted a notice in. I made a flyer extoling the virtues of my "wife" to
any suitable local doms who wanted a crack at her.
The next day I was of course feeling frisky, and decided to vent my lust on Cunt. By the time
she entered the bedroom chamber I was waiting for her naked on the bed. In actuality I was not
quite naked I had on a headphone set and was speaking to a someone on the phone. I gestured for
my Cunt to join me on the bed. She did and I removed her collar. She was wearing a white lacy
camisole, and stockings that were held up by themselves. Her heels were matching white and very
high. Around her neck she was wearing a choker of pears, five strands. She had on matching
earrings that were long and dangly. A matching pearl bracelet rattled on her wrist as she rubbed
some feeling back into her neck. She looked great, being tailor made to my particular mood as
she was, and my erection pointed at her and drooled in anticipation of delighted to come. I
depressed a button on the cable to my headset that was labeled "spk" and began. Sorry for the
interruption Angie. Where were we again." I heard Angie's voice through the headset, but Stacey
heard her through a speakerphone, a one way speakerphone that I had setup on the night table
beside the bed. "Well, I had just removed my bra and I was rubbing my big soft breasts up and
down on your cock." I nodded at my Cunt and she got the hint. She slowly dragged the straps of
her camisole down past her shoulders and drew hers arms up and out freeing her big soft breasts
also. I scooted my ass to the edge of the bed and Cunt knelt down between my legs and began to
follow the directions of Angie, the phone sex woman. "Does that feel good lover?" Angie asked. I
looked down at my Cunt. "Oh yes Angie it sure does. What are you doing now.?" She thought for a
moment, then replied with a long moan. "Well with one hand I'm friggin' myself and with the
other one I'm playing with my nipples, I'm running the nipple between my long nails, I'm teasing
it. Readying it for your mouth and tongue." Stacey matched all these moves. "Which hand do you
have between your legs Angie?" She gasped her fake gasp into the phone. "My left hand lover."
Stacey quickly switched her hands to match those of Angie's, after I squinted my eyes at her.
Angie continued. "I can lick my own nipples Lover. I'm doing it now. First I'll bring up one of
my breasts to my mouth." On the phone her voice became slurred, the result of her finger being
placed in her mouth, but she continued developing the fantasy for me. "M bining mto my own nips
Lover. Now I'm switching over to the ther tit." After much more slurping and sucking sounds from
the phone she finished with a pop. "Oh lover my breasts are all shinny and wet with my own
saliva now. Do you want to tit fuck meee?" I mumbled a yes with my eyes closed. Before the
single word left my lips the women continued. Angie with her voice and Stacey with her breasts
which she took in both her hands and folded around my cock. She held my erection to her chest
and moved her slippery breasts up and down jerking me off with them, as Angie pumped out the
guttural moans interspersed with filthy trucker talk. "Oh look at how big you are Lover! I bet
if I bend my head down I could lick at the head of you big fat cock Lover." I moaned my reply
because Stacey had already started doing just that.
I let her continue to struggle with the tip of my erection for several blissful moments while I
listened to Angie purr in my ears. Angie told me that she would stand up and do a strip for me
if she were actually with me. She didn't know I had a plaything of my own "Stand up and play
with yourself." She rose and began to seductively run her hands over her body. One hand came to
rest on her crotch while the other one kept teasing her breasts, helping puff her nipples into
erect little nubs. I reached out to her and joined her hand at her crotch with mine. I soon had
several fingers in her sopping wet snatch. I pressed the fingers deep into and all but lifted
her up off he feet. Even with her high heels she was now standing on her tip toes as a offered
her encouragement, wrapped in abuse. "Shake your titties cunt. Flaunt yourself for me. Get me
hot pig and I'll give you the fucking that you want so badly." She could only groan back in
response. Angie however, had thought that she had really reached me, that it was she who was
doing a good job. She had certainly kept me on the line the longest of any of her callers today.
Which was after all her only concern. My heavy erection pointed at her and dripped precum
obscenely. I stood up beside he still keeping my hand buried into her vagina, as I made her
grind against it. I stepped close enough to her to feel the heat pouring from her body. My cock
brushed against her thigh, and sent a tingle of electricity through my body. She glanced down at
the evidence of my lust. She had no illusions about why she was with me, about why I kept her
with me and alive. She certainly knew that she was my toy, my sex slave, and that she knew that
she would remain my slave till I was bored with her. But still, her face twisted into a sneer of
disgust, temporarily replacing the artificial mask of lust that she had presented to me till
that moment. I told Angie that I was going to take her from behind, like a dog, Cunt moved into
position on the bed head down on her knees and ass up high waving in the air. She wiggled it
back and forth invitingly for me to plunder. Angie was screaming into my ear for me to 'fuck
me, fuck me' She was repeating it over and over again, filling me head with encouragement. I had
cunt reaching back with her hands to hold he ass cheeks apart to give me a clear view of my
target. I held the end of my cock up to the entrance of Cunts box, and stopped there. "Beg me
for my cock." Was all that I muttered. Both of the sluts thought that I was talking to them, and
they both searched for the words that they though would please me. "Please Darling us me hard,
take me roughly I belong to you. I'm your to fuck or to flog, whatever you decide." Angie too
let out her own list of filthy talk intended to excite me too. Though hers was less effective.
"I can almost feel you inside me, I want to feel you inside me, stretching me." I placed myself
at her entrance, and barely entered he with the head of my cock. I pushed no further or harder
than that. She opened up and all but swallowed me whole, in one fluid movement. Soon our flesh
was slapping into each other's and joined by the squeaks of the bed springs as we were both wild
to please me. I could still hear the phone sex chick acting her best faintly behind the roaring
in my ears. I used her for several minutes then withdrew, and waged my cock at her and made her
beg for it some more.
She crouched on the bed with her legs spread invitingly for me to enter her yet again. I wasted
no time and fell on her like a dog in heat, ramming my entire length within her. My hands were
grabbing at her ass, my fingers curling into tight little fists, capturing handfuls, driving my
nails into her tender flesh. I could feel them breaking through the flesh, as my grip on her
tightened still further. I made an effort to thrust in and up and the same time, knowing that I
would encounter less resistance and thus be able to drive into her with greater fury. I should
not have needed to be concerned about this. Cunt was being very good to me, she was making every
effort to give me the kind of ride that I expected. She was arching her back to give me complete
access to her inner self. Indeed she was even forcing herself back on to my cock in time with my
thrusts our efforts were in concern, we were both designing our movements to fuck her silly. I
watched her closely as her head flopped around, rocking back and forth atop her body. Her red
hair whipped around in the air arching high till it came to rest briefly against her back, till
it was carried again into the air. I made both girls Cunt and Angie beg for my cum. As soon as
they had begged enough I let them have it Cunt literally, and Angie metaphysically. Cunt
collapsed exhausted on the bed, her body relaxed and slid forward some, threatening to break
contact with my softening erection. She caught herself just as I was about to slip from her
folds and jammed herself, gently back onto me. After a few more minutes of relaxation. She shook
herself back to awareness from her post coital state and turned her body to bring her face in to
my crotch. She drew me into her mouth to cradle me and clean me off.
"Well Angie I certainly think I should that you for such a wonderful performance." I could tell
that she was smiling on the other end of the line. "You're welcome lover, If you feel like more
I have some free time right now." I chuckled at her enterprising nature, as Whore's tongue
traveled across the underside of my cock. I could feel her hand cradling my cock and explore
backward to my anus. She pressed one long slender finger against my rear till it finally gained
entrance to me. As her index finger drove into me I was instantly hard again. "Maybe some other
time baby, but I do have someone else here who wants to thank you, I took the head set from my
ears and placed it near Cunt's mouth. She looked up at me, and I nodded my permission for her to
speak. Still she hesitated though unsure of what to say, whether she could make a play for
freedom or not. She spoke softly. "Thank you Angie , I had a wonderful time doing what you
suggested." I could only hear Cunt's side of the conversation. "No I did, really, NO thank you
very much. I'll find out." With that she looked up at me. "She wants to know if I want to have
phones sex with her." I shook my head no. "No thank you Angie, maybe some other time." Angie
must have said something else. "My name is Cunt... thanks again." I ended the conversation
disconnecting them, I couldn't let this go on forever.
"Get your mouth back to work Cunt." It was going to be a long night after all. And I had
decided to give her mouth a real good workout. I would make her work on my joint all night long
while I slept. I was indeed living the life of Riley. I wondered how long it could last.
It took a few days to get, and root through the responses, to weed out the weirdoes from those
that replied to our personal ad. There sure were enough of the sickos and weirdoes in the pile.
But I eventually settled on a fella that was physically similar to me. Soon enough it was her
big day. It was Stacey's cumming out party, and her debutante ball rolled into one event. I had
tried to have the pool ready for the event but there were hitches in the pump and heating
systems. No bother, the hot tub would have to do. I had taken some time and though in preparing
Stacey for the event. To make sure she couldn't see anything I had placed some contact lenses in
her eyes that were completely black and let no light into her eyes. That should do it for her
vision however, the contacts could always slide or fall off. On top of this I placed a heavy,
padded leather blindfold that was wide and completely blocked out all light. I had of course had
to gag her as well. I couldn't have her blurting out her identity, that wouldn't do. It would
undo all my handiwork of the past few months. For her wardrobe I chose a outfit that she would
likely have worn in her previous life, were she only a little more slutty. She was wearing a
skintight dress made of bodystocking material. It was completely see through, and she knew it
too. It was short enough that to fuck her I wouldn't have to raise it more that a few inches.
Her legs were covered in matching hose that held themselves up. They bunched her flesh of her
upper thighs up at the top of them nicely. Her feet were hobbled by matching heels. To conceal
her ankle tattoo I placed leather ankle straps that were a couple of inches wide. Her legs were
attached by a chain that was about 2 feet long. I bound her arms up behind her back with similar
leather cuffs. Her left wrist to her right elbow joint, and her right wrist to her left elbow.
This would not hurt her too much when she was on her back serving her guest, and would cause her
tits to jut out provocatively. Which they needed no help in doing. All her bindings, including
her gag, was secured to her with padlocks that only I could remove.
It was nearing 7PM, the appointed time for my company to arrive. I fastened her leash to a
chain, and pulled it tight through a pulley in the ceiling of the master guest bedroom in the
guesthouse, on the main floor of the building. It was only about 40 feet and through an open
door to the patio and the patio furniture that I had arranged around the unfinished pool area. I
left the door open and sat and waited for the arrival of the guest.
Of all the respondents to the personal add that Cunt had placed in a local BDSM contact
magazine, the man I had chosen was the best. Physically he was just slightly smaller than
myself. But the really good part was that he was married to a woman that was not in the scene.
Thus he was cheating on his bride. Despicable, but something that was to prove useful in the
future to me. No doubt he was chronically unfaithful. Some men just should never marry if they
can't keep it in their pants. That's why I had never married, formally anyway. After all I had
taken a wife, even if she were not mine originally.
I heard his car pull up on the gravel driveway. I went through the rot iron gate on the fence
enclosing the pool area, paste the hedges and met him as he was approaching the Main Farm House.
I had had a few telephone conversations with him prior to this meeting. I had outlined what I
wanted him to do with my "wife."
I told him that she was my slave wife, that we were married swingers and had done this sort of
thing a few times before. I had told him that this was a fantasy of hers, and that she wanted to
be completely in the control of another man while I watched. That she must not see who he is or
what he looked like. I handed him a piece of paper with some specific rules.
Firstly, he must not remove her blindfold, or tell her anything about himself. Secondly, he
must not remove her from the pool area of the patio. Thirdly, he had eight hours to use her.
Fourthly, he must wear a condom every time he penetrates her. Lastly, he cannot kill her or
leave a permanent mark. Other than that he could do whatever he wanted to her. He could not stop
a broad smile from erupting across his face, as he agreed to the terms.
I assured him that no matter how much a fuss she made, that she was into it and enjoying it. I
knew what her safe word was and I told him that I had never heard her use it in all the years
that we had been together. I sat him down on a large wicker couch, that I had furnished the
patio area using, made sure he was comfy, and went to fetch her for him.
I unfastened her leash from the ceiling and led her to the patio area. Her heels clicked
pleasantly on the Mexican tiles that were applied to the patio. The date, whose name was Barry
Orchard stood up for her, a reflex action no doubt. He was in the mistaken belief that he was in
the presence of a lady. I gestured for him to relax and sit down again, which he did. I too sat
down on a nearby chair, still holding her leash in my hands. She looked spectacular, and was
quite a spectacle. She stood with her legs slightly spread to retain some balance. The heels and
the uneven tiled floor made standing in place somewhat difficult. We both stared at her for a
moment or two, our inaction made her already agitated state, heightened that much more.
"Cunt! We have a special guest today. He has come a long way to be with us and I expect you to
do your best to please him. He is your owner as much as I am. Treat him good. Understand?" She
nodded her head as much as her wide collar would allow.
I nodded in his general direction and he spoke the first words she heard. The first
proof that there was another man looking at her like this. His voice was incredibly deep and
resonant, and his words were especially well chosen I thought. "I expect obedience Cunt." The
sound of his voice hit her like a fist, and I watched her body begin to shake in fear. She
stumbled back a few inches. She would have gone back farther had I not snapped her back with a
vicious pull on her leash. I handed the leash to him and she was pulled closer and closer to
him, struggling gently all the way. But she was one fish that was definitely landed, and going
to stay that way. Soon he could pull her no closer to his body. Her legs were straddling his
left leg and she was right up against the edge of the wicker loveseat. She was still shaking
with fear. He held her in place with the leash, and pulled himself up to her heaving breasts and
began to feast on her as though he were a starving man. Whatever initial shyness, or trepidation
was once in the air was completely dissipated now.
I reached my hand out holding a key for him to take. "This will release her gag when you want
to use her mouth." I interrupted his enjoyment of her body but only for a moment. By the time I
had reached the doorway to the guesthouse he was back to ravishing her. She was straddling his
body, her bound legs stretched out behind her. I could see one of his hands holding her tightly
in place by her ass, and the other hand working furiously away at her crotch.
The guesthouse has a second bedroom on the main floor, which is where I was headed. In this
room there is a large floor to ceiling window that looks out directly to the patio and pool. It
is filled with one-way glass. I pulled the drapes back to reveal the scene of the two of them
squirming on the wicker loveseat. I had a from row seat from which to watch them play. Nothings
better that front row, except when you have someone to share them with. I walked up to the
closet in this room and flung open the doors. In the closet I found my Whore, whom I had
previously secured to a rolling table. The table had stocks built into one end of the table that
held her head and arms securely in the piece of furniture. Her ankles were secured also by means
of leather cuffs. The method of securing her body to the table was the most interesting feature
of all. I had used her rings to keep her tied down. Her tits rings and her vaginal piercings
made sure that she would not struggle too much. She had no clothing on at all, except for a hood
made of velvet, and a belt that I had fastened around her waist. This was a fuck belt, that
included handles on both of her hips for me to grab on to with while I fucked her. She had no
natural love handles, so I had to improvise.
I wheeled her up to the picture window and turned up the sound on the speakers so we could both
listen to what was happening. The man had freed his erection from his pants and was teasing her
with just the tip of it, pushing it in a little then withdrawing in sudden little jabs at her.
He was playing with her mind too, telling her things like: how helpless she is now, how he can
do whatever he wants and she cannot stop him. That she had no idea who he was, what color he
was, his age, or whether she could even know him in her day to day life. Perhaps, she would even
bump into him while shopping, and stuff like that. He was right too. Except for the part about
bumping into her in her daily live. How could he have know that this was her daily life.
Through it all she was groaning around the thick gag that I had wedged into her mouth.
Eventually he settled her onto his cock and ordered her to fuck herself on him. As always she
had no choice but to obey. Maintaining her balance was difficult, bound as she was but she tried
hard. After a while, when their combined movements became too frantic, she was compelled to lean
into his body pressing hers against his to be certain of not falling backwards to the tiled
floor. He tried hard to do nothing to help her, to make her do all the work of fucking herself
on him, except for grabbing onto her by her ample hips and forcing her in to greater contact
with his cock whenever he wanted to.
I watched as his legs tensed and began to shake. Soon his toes were curling, an unmistakable
sign that the end was near. Cut knew it too, she knew he was soon coming. He tensed his whole
body up into hers and arched his back roaring his climax into my trophy wife. She sat upon his
cock patiently waiting for it to end. I chuckled to myself, thinking she had better pace
herself, he had eight full hours to use her as he saw fit.
He next pushed her back to her feet before him. He watched as some of her juices ran down her
legs. This was a bit of a revelation to me. Had I just fucked her I would have thought this my
spunk. But he was wearing a condom.
The cushions from the love seat and the others chairs made a ready made play area, that he
tossed to the ground. He made her lay down upon them on her stomach. Her ass poked up into the
night air invitingly. "Your owner tells me you like it up your ass best. It that so cunt?" She
shook her head no over and over again and tried to roll off the pillows and onto her back but he
had put his feet at her ankles and was standing on her leg chain preventing this, "Does this
mean that he lied to me cunt? ARE YOU CALLING YOU MASTER A LIAR." He had reached for his belt
and brought it down on her ass as hard as he could at the climax of his sentence. He continued
beating her into submission again. Each slashing stroke of the belt brought about another scream
into the gag. "He's a good man, I can tell!" Smack, then another scream. "I don't think that he
would intentionally lie to me!" SMACK, harder still this time. After the whipping had suitably
subdued her he could begin with the serious business of giving her a really good ass fucking. I
watched as he knelt down between her legs and began rolling another condom down the considerable
length of his cock. I matched his movements with Whore, except that I had removed her gag, and I
had no need to wear a condom. Together we listened to the action that was occurring just a few
feet in front of us. "You do like to get fucked in the ass now don't you Cunt?" I was lining my
own erection up with Whore's own ass. "Well then get your ass up here then." I began watching
again as she struggled to bring her battered rear up into striking distance of the unseen cock.
I began to enter Whore just slightly before he entered Cunt's ass. The four of us let out a
groan, nearly simultaneously. Some groans were those of pleasure, while others were a little
further down the scale. My little slut was doing her best to keep her ass high up in the air and
in close contact with me lest she tear her piercings from herself. I closed my eyes and listened
some more. "You don't expect me to do all the work do you bitch?" He punctuated the remark with
a slap to her rump, which got her moving herself back and forth along his length. Mine began to
make all the noises that she knew I liked, noises that she had learned over her time with me
that were calculated to help me get off, to help me hurry up and finish for her sake as well as
mine. As I picked up the pace and developed a full head of steam she began to chant "use me"
over and over again. I glanced up to look at the two of them on the patio and saw through my
lust clouded eyes that he had her balanced on her knees, he was holding her up by her hair in
one hand and her chest in the other and was slamming into her with all his might. Some noise was
escaping through her gag, but the majority of the noise was coming from him, and from their
flesh slapping into one another's. He finished in her suddenly, prematurely even. No doubt she
was relieved at this. I slowed my pace to cause just enough friction to maintain my erection. I
watched a he circled her prostrate form, deciding on his next move. He left her on the deck and
walked into the hot tub to have a soak and a breather before continuing with the show.
I withdrew myself from Whore, she groaned in make believe frustration at my sudden absence, and
decided to join them. I walked out onto the deck, my eyes and those of our guest caught each
others in conspiratorial satisfaction. "I trust you are enjoying yourself." His only response
was to laugh. "You don't mind if I play through do you? After all she does belong to me."
I hauled Cunt to her knees by her still bound wrists and her hair. I sat and made her crawl
over to me. I let my hands travel freely about her, correction MY playthings, body. I bent down
to her and whispered so faintly that I was unsure that she could hear me or not. "If your
identity is revealed to him I'll finish you both...and then I'll start to work on your
sister...Understand Cunt!" To emphasize my words I punctuated them with continually harsh
pressure on her nipples. She squealed and nodded her assent. Her mouth and lower face was
covered by a leather plate that was held on by four snaps. I removed this plate to reveal a gag
that was inflated and filling her mouth. I pressed a button and the air bladder deflated. I
reached in between her teeth and began to withdraw the gag. It was made of rubber, and long, and
though now deflated still retained it penis shape. I threw it on the table. Her mouth was still
held open by a remaining ring gag. Her ruby lips were so inviting, but instead of piercing them
with my cock I asker her if she were thirsty. She nodded that she was. On the bar I had the
choice of several spirits, Rum, Scotch, Rye. But I decided on Gin, which I always considered a
Whore's drink. The shape of the bottle was very phallic and fit nicely in her mouth. I forced
her head back and the fluid poured into her open mouth, she choked on the burning liquor but I
kept it flowing into her till she had finished nearly half the bottle. I removed the ring gag
from her gasping mouth and let her spend several minutes stretching her jaw, and getting used to
moving it again. Being the artist that I am I freshened her lipstick before I began using her. I
led her to the tip of my cock. Her face pinched up at the taste, I then remembered that it had
just been in Whore's ass. "Just the head Cunt." She stopped at the depth I specified and began
to pass her tongue across my head over and over again. As she worked away on my cock, I could
turn my attention back to our guest again. "When you read the add and saw her pictures that I
posted at the Hellfire, is this what you expected?" He thought for a moment then shook his head
no. "I hadn't done anything like this before, but this is far better that I expected. You did
say to expect the best sex of my life, and that she would be extremely obedient but this is
beyond my expectations. I do hope that this relationship can continue beyond this single night."
While he spoke I watched this now pathetic woman nursing herself on my erection. "Now take half
of it Cunt." Immediately she began to bob her head up and down my erection to take only about
half of the length of my cock. As my pet licked and sucked on my shaft I answered him. "I expect
that you haven't seen the last of us yet." With this encouragement he had roused himself from
the hot tub and walked over to where she knelt. "Now take all of me Cunt." And she did too, she
began to suck on my cock like the pro she was. If she ever did get loose from me I had no doubts
that she would easily land on her feet. She may end up as a hooker or a pornstar, instead of the
pampered wife of a foolish old man, but she would certainly prevail. As she threw her face and
herself into her work, I expected our guest to join us, and he did, but in a manner that
surprised me. He lay down on his back and worked his face between her legs and began to kiss and
lick at her thighs slowly working his way toward her pussy. I could soon see her hips moving and
grinding herself against his face.
Her mouth soon fell slack around my erection, her breath was warm and moist on my crotch. She
was unable to continue while he ate her out. I held her head in my hands and fucked her face for
her. I was soon filling her mouth yet again with my cum. It was nothing new for her, but it
startled her nonetheless. My erection taken care of, I was free to watch them and study his
technique. His tongue was passing over her clit in a quick and predictable pattern. His right
hand held her left cheek tightly, maneuvering her into just the right position for his tongue to
make the greatest contact and impact with her gaping vagina. He was fucking her with the fingers
of his left hand. His index finger, was thrusting into her vagina and twisting into her, while
his middle finger was buried deeply into her rear. After a few more minutes of this type of
attention, she began to hump herself into his face, mashing into his face. "Please,
pl...please." She collapsed her head and shoulders onto the wicker chair that I had been sitting
on when she blew me. Her whole body began top shake uncontrollably..she cried out "Stop ...stop
..stop" But all our guest would do was giggle and keep licking and fucking her with his fingers.
She sat up straight, as though a steel rod was driven down the length of her spine and shook
down her entire length. After about a minute of this she fell over panting and gasping for
breath. Her body still wracked by tremors even after he had finished eating her, and removed his
fingers. The act of pulling his fingers from her made her groan out loud and shake still
further.
We stood before her body both looking down at her used form. He checked his watch, it was not
even midnight yet, and he still had lots of time left with her. We took her together next. I in
her front and Barry in her rear, at least at first we switched and took her again. It was highly
erotic to be able to share her with another man. Although I was troubled bythe slightly
homosexual feeing of his cock rubbing against mine as we both pounded her into exhaustion.
Afterward we had drinks together and left her laying on the tiles. I used her as a footstool as
we talked about abusing her together. Finaly, we agreed that it was a night, looking down at her
body. He commented about her.."I think she's done for the night. I wanted to leave her
satisfied, I didn't think she was to into me fucking her. I'm glad I could get her off at least
once tonight. Does she have trouble cumming?" I nodded yes. "Yes she does, she almost never gets
off." I decided to elaborate on the lie. "I think that's why she into this kind of sex.
We dressed and I walked him through the fence that surrounded the pool area and back to his
car. He thanked me again then drove off into the night. I walked back to the crumpled Redhead.
She had fallen asleep exhausted. I removed the binding from her wrists and roused her back to
consciousness. "Take off your blindfold Cunt." She did then fished around in her eyes and
removed the black contacts. It was hard for her with her long red nails but she eventually
managed it. She couldn't look at me. Her eyes fell automatically anywhere but on mine. She was
embarrassed and humiliated. I took her chin in my hand and forced her eyes to meet mine. They
were filled with tears that soon were flowing down her cheeks. "It's been a long time since
you've enjoyed being fucked eh Cunt." My name for her cut into her psyche like a knife. Her eyes
closed in shame overcome with shame. "Maybe we'll get him back to fuck you some more next month.
If your a good Cunt that is." She nodded her head slowly in my hand. "Yes Darling, if you want."
I took her back into the guesthouse and punched in the code to lower the floor back down to the
dungeon. I checked that the iron collar was secured around her neck, and sent her back to
disrobe and clean herself up and lock herself away for the night. The chain and block that was
recessed into the floor followed after her like an obedient dog. I had no need to monitor her
movements. There was no way that she could escape. More importantly she knew that too. She was
completely broken now. I was convinced that she would not even try to get away now.
The dishes and remains of the party remained for me to clean up. As I was carrying away the
last of the dishes one of the picture windows in the guesthouse was vibrating, shaking even. It
was a one-way piece of glass. It was the glass that I had been watching Cunt and Barry's
performance from. Whore was still chained up in there to the trolley. I considered the
possibility of her escaping nil. But I ran to her as fast as I could anyway. I found the door to
the room in which I left her partially open. I heard her sobbing..."No...no ...not
again...no..." I couldn't imagine what was happening to her. But I also had to look. I pressed
my hand against the door and swung it open fully. I had to open the door all the way, as the
wheeled stocks I had chained her to had been moved right up against the glass. Her head and arms
were still secured in the stocks. She still had a bag on her head. Her piercings were still
securing her in doggie style pose that I had left her in, half way through fucking her in the
ass, although in her fiercesome struggles the rings in her nipples and crotch were terribly
distended as she thrashed in her bonds. The doggie style position was particularly appropriate,
as that was exactly what was fucking her. She scene shocked even me, but her fear and
helplessness produced an instant boner in my pants. I couldn't tell which of my two dogs it was,
but he had obviously gotten in here by himself and began to fuck her till she had been moved
right up against the glass. As horrible as the experience was for her, she could not bear to
tear the rings from herself to give her a better chance of avoiding the dog's dick. "No
more...please...please not again, not again." Obviously, the dog had been fucking her for a
while. I tried to move to stop him from raping her. She was mine after all, but I was rooted to
the spot. I had to treat this carefully. In order to keep control over her I had to make her
think I had intended for this to happen to her. She tried hard to keep herself still to submit
to the dogs fucking, but she could not overcome her own horror of the situation, and she began
to strain at her piercings in ernest again. "Good dog ....good dog..." She was trying to calm
the dog down, but it was no use he was too excited to be mollified. Eventually the dog finished,
and dismounted her. I watched the dog run around in a few circles, then curl up and fall into a
contented sleep. I left the room as silently as I could, and returned about a half hour later to
find the dog still sleeping soundly. She was limp in her bonds, I let my hands wander across her
body. She stiffened at my touch. I let my hands into her cunt. It was predictably soaked with
the cum of my dog. Most had run down her thighs. "Do I excite you this much Whore?" My taunting
words made her start sobbing again. I twisted my fingers in her, she finally answered. "Yes
Darling, you do excite me this much." I wondered why she didn't mention the dog to me. Could her
shame be this great? "You're pretty juicy for a lesbian Whore." Again she answered through her
tears. "Yes Darling." I released her from the cart. Her nipples and vaginal rings were swollen
and red. I send her down to the new and improved dungeon to join her friend. There was no reason
to keep them apart anymore. They could be reunited tomorrow.
The next day, after I had had a chance to recover somewhat I had some lovely hard copy shots of
Barry Orchard with Cunt. I had cropped them to emphasis close ups of his face. Some were long
shots, needed to make clear just exactly what he was doing, and with whom, but most were of his
face, contorted in pleasure at the moment he was cumming into my pet. They were really quite
stunning actualy. Suitable for framing, which is exactly what I intended to do with them. I had
my chance later that week when I bumped into Mr and Mrs Orchard while they were doing their
weekly marketing at some of the smaller fruit and vegetable places that weekend.
Barry's face turned white as he recognized me. He was in a near panic as I walked toward him my
hand outstretched like an old chum. Seeing his wife, and being as shallow as I am I knew
instantly why he was cheating on her. She was the poster woman for abstinence. Let that be
enough said on her appearance. Her smell was another matter entirely, she reeked of cologne that
mimiced disinfectant nearly perfectly. I instantly felt sorry for Barry, but not sorry enough to
prevent me from doing what I was going to do.
I was beaming. "Barry let me show you some of the renovations for my new office." I tore into
the envelope and showed him the imagery of him fucking my Cunt. He was really sweating right
now. I thought the poor boy was going to keel over and die right in front of us. His wife, Gail
was looking on all curious. She had never met me before, and was sure that her underemployed
good for nothing husband knew someone like me. Someone who had an office, let alone someone who
was renovating it.
"We really need to talk." Then I turned my attention to his wife for the briefest of instants.
"You don't mind if I talk with Barry for a few minutes while you finish this up here do you Mrs.
Orchard." She stammered out that she had no objections, and I whisked him away from her into the
relative safety of the deli section of the small market. As soon as I had him alone, I started
into my real purpose. "Gee Barry I though you said your wife was a looker and that I should meet
her and that we could all swing together, but I gotta tell ya I don't think I know any apes at
the zoo who would want to swing with a pig like that."
He could scarely care about my hurtful words, his entire world had nearly come crashing down
around his head. "Your gonna hafta bring along a date if you ever want to come over and fuck my
chick again."
He finally came to his senses enough to speak with me. "What the fuck are you doing, coming
aroud me like this." His voice then dropped to a more subdued tone. "I my wife sees these, its
over between us." I smiled back at him. "I know that shithead why do you think I made these?" I
held them upto his face so he could see them again. He tore them from my hand, and balled them
up into a crumpled mess. Now he was being really funny. "Gee Barry those were your copies not
your wifes. I was going to mail her a set to her office for Monday. You make a very funny face
when you cum you know that Barry?" He was getting really angry now. Angry but scared too. I
could tell because his legs were shaking. "She does still work for the Department of Corrections
doesn't she?" My question was rhetorical. I knew more about him and his wife than they knew
about themselves. I didn't wait for him to ask the cliche question.. 'What is it you want me to
do' A spineless gutless worm of a man like him was going to roll over for me everytime, and we
both knew it. He was the epitome of a mark. The notion of his disk in my Cunt began to fill me
with nausea. Good thing I had insisted that he wear a rubber. I didn't want to share the same
room with him let alone slut. I was starting to wonder why his wife had not dumped him long
before. Then I caught a whiff of her fragrant disinfectant perfume preceeding her arrival, and I
had my answer. She was even worse than he was. I pulled him outside onto the street so we could
finish our impromtu meeting. "That little honey of yours chooses who gets to be a member of the
parole board. Theres a vacancy. And I want you to get her to choose me." Before he could even
begin to voice his objections I cut him off. "I don't care that you think you can't do it.. Just
do it Barry. Or else she'll get some interesting mail. Maybe your neighbors will get some
interesting mail. Maybe even the newspapers. They'll tear the two of you up asshole....so just
do it." He was defeated, and outmaneuvered and I knew he'd try his best to make it happen for
me. "I don't care how you cnvince her just do it." I began to walk away, but i was some inspired
to make my case. "If you have to eat her, I'd wear some sort of nose plugs."
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I was hoping that this would be the last chapter but as you can see there will be one more. But
I expect it to be a very short chapter, likely only half size.
special_kwa@hotmail.com
Here's wishing you all have a healthy fantasy life.
I expect that if you hunt around at the following web URL you will find every chapter of trophy
wife as well as anything else that was posted to ASSM.
http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/index.html
