The Trophy Wife

Part 12

The Trophy Wife
Part 12

	I can remember the old days, when I used to wake up dreading the miserable
start of a new day. Another day of the same old thing, where all I would think
about was work. Get up go to work go home to a huge empty farmhouse, make
dinner; sleep and the next day get up and do it all again. But lately my routine
had changed tremendously, for the better. I realized that work can take care of
itself. I had lots of clients and a capable staff. About all I had to do was
attend a meeting once or twice a week. The rest I could handle via
teleconferencing, on my timetable.



Sometimes I have one of the women make my breakfast for me. I always eat it in
front of whatever woman I have chosen. She is always hungry, I don't give the
women enough to eat at the best of times. They have to obey me to earn calories.
The meals they have are nutritious but bland. They are never as flavorful and
lush as the meals I eat, that they sometimes prepare for me. Sometimes after I
have finished using them after the meal I let then have the scraps. But they
cannot use their hands, and they always eat the crumbs from the floor. I do not
let them use the same cutlery or plates that I use. After all they are animals,
my animals. I have referred to them as women but they really aren't to me.



This morning would be pleasant and no different for me since I captured them.
Deciding which of the women to use was my first decision of the day. In my study
I observed first cunt, then fucktoy. I chose fucktoy, she looked more strung out
and miserable. The thought of making her smile and choke back tears as I forced
myself into her started my cock twitching.  Leafing through the copy of the
wardrobe book I keep in the study finished the process of filling my penis with
blood, and by the time I had her attention and given her page that had the
wardrobe and makeup instructions I wanted her to wear it was all I could do to
keep my hands of the newest addition to the family. I wanted to run downstairs
to Angela, and break her in, the same way that I had with her older sister, and
the stripper. Oh yea that reminds me the lawyer, I should go and see how her
body is doing in the barn after I finish with fucktoy. I could feel myself
weakening in my resolve to keep my hands off of Angela. Initially I though of
her ass an innocent caught up in her sisters treachery. But I kept dreaming of
her, my mind drifting back to the feel of her soft pale skin, and her scent the
night that I slept beside her. I loved the way her body jiggled as she quaked in
fear at my touch. I went to the guesthouse to start my busy day of abuse and
sex. I expected to find fucktoy waiting for me on the bed in the bedroom
chamber, but I found myself alone in the room. Sure I was eager, but I could not
have gotten there that early. I expected to find her showered, perfumed, and
tarted up like a centerfold, her crotch covered in oils to ease my entry into
her and use of her. Where I eventually found her was surprising to me. She was
not just about ready for me at the dressing table. Nor was she getting dressed,
or in the shower. She made me walk all the way to the back of the complex,
through the dressing room, and the shower and toilet to her cell itself.
Throwing open the door she was curled up in a fetal position on the floor, her
bare back and ass to me. When she realized I was there, she scream again louder,
not words. It was just primal sounds. She was beyond obeying me now. I wanted
them afraid of me, but this was too much. I could not compel her cooperation in
this condition, but I could use her in this condition. She still had her collar
on, I pulled her from her cell by the chain. She coughed and sputtered all the
way out of her cell, as she slide along the tile flooring of the bathroom
section that was next just outside her cell. I  pulled her slowly enough for her
to catch up with me and stand up. I was not being overly merciful, I wanted to
switch from the chain to her hair, which I did just in time to fling her into
the shower using her hair. She fell into the tile surround with a thud, and
landed awkwardly with another scream. Left behind on my hand was a tangle of her
hair. Initially I had thought that I had torn some of her hair out by the roots.
But a quick inspection of the ends of the clump revealed a tiny knot of glue,
and I realized that the bulk of her glorious mane of blond hair had belonged to
another woman who wanted short hair. Fucktoy had lengthened her hair with
extensions. Yet another example of how fake and artificial her entire erotic
persona had been. Seeing her curled up and sobbing on the floor of the shower
stall reminded me just how far I had reduced her. Her most popular act had been
as a Domme on stage. "You sure don't look much like a Domme now." She actually
managed to look me in the eye with what could pass for some measure of defiance.
It was then that I noticed the blood on he body. I quickly examined her and
found cuts on her wrists. They were not deep but they bled a surprising amount.
Some strips of an old towel were all that was needed to stem the bleeding. A
quick spray of cold water was all it took to turn her face back in to the wall
again. I made sure to blast her with the cold water for several minutes. Making
sure to get into all the nooks and crannies. That's where the dirt hides. After
a quick check of her cell I found the tool she had used to cut herself with. It
was one of the prongs off an electrical plug. After checking the few things that
were available to her I found that she had broken it from the curling iron in
the dressing chamber. Stupid girl, if she had the guts to try it she should've
had the guts to finish the job. "Get on your feet." She failed to move at all
except for some minor shifting so I hauled her to her feet and removed her
collar. I moved with a plan in mind, and pulled her in to the dungeon by her
hair. I gave her a chance to start obeying. "Lay on the table on your back."
Alas this too she failed to accomplish, choosing instead to break down yet
again. I used her hair as a handle yet again and pulled her onto the table. She
started to scream and struggle with me again. Foolish really, but I suppose that
given the emotion of the moment she could not help herself. It did not matter
much. I got one wrist into the shackles and from that moment it was all over. I
could not loose, but it was certain in both our minds after I got one of her
legs bound to the table. Soon enough I had all her limbs fastened, and moved on
to belt her waist down with a wide leather belt. With that done I returned to
the dressing table and retrieved the bottle of baby oil and a flogger. I
squirted the oil on her cunt and belly, I walked it up her body like I was
pissing on her. I shot the fluid all over her body making her skin slick with
the mess. I poured it on her till the bottle was empty. I let the empty bottle
rattle to the floor. Gravity distributed the oil but I used the flogger on her
to help spread the oil around her body. I swung the leather till my arm hurt and
my ears hurt from her cries. On my next trip to the dressing room I looked over
to the cell doors. I saw a pair of eyes peering through the gap at the base of
the door. "Don't worry cunt I'll let you watch the video if you are that
interested."

	My latest toy from the dungeon was an industrial motor hoist that had a sling
hung beneath it. I attached it to her limb by limb and then removed the bindings
holding her to the table. After kicking the table free from beneath her she
swung freely before me. She eventually stopped in a position of equilibrium
resting at about a 30 degree reclined position with her head up. She was hung by
her wrists and her knees. After a few more adjustments, and another two lines of
chains to her ankles she was held before me open and vulnerable. The hoist was
motorized and on wheels I pushed her on the hoist into the bedroom chamber and
lowered her to the proper height for my dick.

	"You should have killed yourself. Once you make a decision you should stick
with it Fucktoy." She was looking at me and paying close attention to my words
now. Her head was turned away from me a little bit and her eyes were half closed
but she was paying attention to me. "You know what it means? What it means that
you couldn't go through with it?" "It means that I am afraid. It means that I
don't want to go to hell." I smirked back at her and shook my head. "No it means
that you are a whore and a slut and a real pig. It means that you prefer your
new lifestyle, it means that you like the feel of my dick in. Oh sure on the
surface you may think that you are afraid, but not deep down. Deep down you're a
pig who needs to get fucked all the time." She had closed her eyes to these
hurtful words and had turned her head further away. I loved fucking her, but I
also love fucking with her mind perhaps even more. "Afraid of going to hell that
part really makes me laugh Fucktoy. A stripper who believes in God and hell and
all that nonsense. You're just a slut at heart. You really should thank me you
know. After all I have given you a chance to live the kind of life you have
always dreamed about. Dreamt about deep down. All you have to do is lay around
and get fucked. All you have to do is keep me satisfied. You don't have to worry
about paying bills or making deadlines or what to wear of how to look, or who to
impress. All you have to do is keep me happy, and keep me satisfied. Very simple
really when you think about it. Some women are just naturals at it. Like cunt,
she took to it like a duck to water. You on the other hand." I stopped my rant
and slapped her thighs and ass a few times with my hand just to make sure I had
her attention again. "You seem to be having a hard time learning that simple
fact." I walked my erection into her splayed cunt. Penetrating her was easy
given her position, and all the oil mixed with her perspiration. I stood still
between her legs and buried deep within her. Having her hanging like this it was
easy to move her onto and off of my now glistening erection. "Move your legs
Fucktoy." After a few moments she got the idea that if she bent her legs at the
knees and then straightened them again she would swing her body onto me and then
off me again. All I had to do was stand there and hold her by the hips to steady
our bodies as they slowly slipped into each other. I stopped the action. When
she looked in to my eyes I offered an explanation. "You look like shit Fucktoy."
I left the room and came back after a few minutes with Cunt. Cunt was startled
to see the stripper hanging there before her splayed out for all to see. Even
her cunt was still open from being recently entered. "Get her cleaned up cunt."
The redhead slipped out of the bedroom chamber and returned with a washcloth and
some cosmetics. I lay on the bed to enjoy the transformation. She started with
the washcloth and used it to cleanse her fellow captives face of all the tear
stains and perspiration. It was an incredibly tender moment and the two women
seemed to melt into each others arms. I loved seeing this, and my erection waved
at them. Seeing them act this was toward each other made it seem like I was
watching them unawares. It was like I was being given a peek into an unseen
world. After the washcloth cunt moved onto the makeup and applied it deftly to
fucktoy. It took only a few minutes of work to apply her knew face. She applied
the lipstick last and when cunt was finished she put  the tube down and stepped
away from her hanging creation. I walked back to the two women, circling Fucktoy
as if to inspect her after her transformation. She passed and I told cunt that
she had done well. She flushed and visibly relaxed with relief while she thanked
me. This time I went to the dressing room and returned with an atomizer of
perfume which I handed to cunt to apply to fucktoy. She moved quickly to do just
that, standing behind fucktoy and spraying her liberally with the cheap perfume
as I stepped into my rightful place between fucktoy's legs and slid into her
with the same ease as before. Immediately I started fucking her hard holding
onto her hips with one hand. I held out to cunt another item for her use of
Fucktoy. She took the pair of scissors from my hand and looked at me. Her face
full of questions. I was nearing my climax, I slowed my pace a bit in an effort
to enjoy this moment even more. "Her hair." I was gasping for breath. "She needs
a haircut, take it all off." As soon as I had gotten the last of these words out
cunt took handfuls of her hair and crunched the scissors through them hard. They
weren't terribly good or even sharp scissors but they did the job well and soon
handfuls of her hair were removed and floating to the floor. Fucktoy was
justifiably horrified by this latest indignity. Her hair was a proud feature of
her beauty and femininity and I knew it was a source of considerable pride for
her. Something I suspected I could use against her, and it turns out I was
right. She crumbed into tears again, her recently applied makeup was soon
running down her cheeks. Too much for me and I fired my cum into her once again.
Releasing my harsh grip on her hips left handprints behind where I had been
gripping her. As soon as cunt had finished the hair cut leaving only an uneven
stubble behind that was a mere inch long I moved her around to fucktoys cunt and
forced her to her knees so that she could feed on my cum leaking from her slave
sisters cunt. A treat I told her mockingly that I knew she craved. I had one
more surprise in mind for the stripper. Another device of my own design that
rested on a shelf on the upright of the hoist. It was in essence very simple. A
weight handing by some wire passed through a metal ring. The weight would swing
to any movement fucktoy would make. When it did swing the wire holding the
weight would complete a circuit when it makes contact with the ring. The
destination of this current were the clips that I had handed to cunt for her to
place on fucktoys nipples. The tiny alligator clips were painful enough I guess.
Cause fucktoy sure started to squirm and cry as soon as they were placed on her.
With no current turned on she squirmed and swung freely in the chains. However,
as soon as I turned on the current the real screaming and pleading began. And it
was music to my ears. I left her like that and dragged cunt from the room by her
the chain on her collar.



	I had decided to switch the position of Cunt and Angela. It was important for
Angela's development that I do this. And I also wanted to put Cunt into her
place. When she saw that she was moving back to her original cramped quarters,
her hole in the wall she began to plead with me to keep her in the new
guesthouse. At least that way she would have some company. But I failed to
listen and she crawled into her hole obediently. My next stop was my office,
where I checked on Cunt. She had made herself right at home, her passivity had
been developed and enhanced by her captivity. Still she did have a point about
being left alone. It must be boring for her. So I gave her something to watch on
the screen mounted in the ceiling above her head. It was her greatest hits tape
and featured her best sex scenes with me. "Pay attention cunt...there will be a
test after the movie." She responded with her very own "Yes Darling" just like I
had trained her to.

	With her taken care of I could now switch my attention to her sister. I had
another movie for Angela to watch, and it was featuring her sister cunt as well.
Originally I had made plans for Angelas first time with me. When Albert Desalvo,
the infamous Boston Strangler was not quite the notorious nut that he evolved
into he committed a series of rapes around the Boston area that were dubbed the
Green Man Assaults, because of the green overalls he wore. He would take all day
to rape his victim. He was incredibly slow and patient, and ironically gentle.
It was his desire to be as careful and considerate to his victim as he could be.
I had originally planned this for Angela.

	I had left Angela chained up in my own bed for most of this day. I unchained
her and let her use the toilet before I brought her into my office. I pushed her
nude body into a plush leather chair, her attention was immediately drawn to a
video monitor where the still image of her sister was displayed. She was
blindfolded and her mouth was filled with a mans cock but it was unmistakably
her sister. I ran the movie and soon the man was coming in her sisters mouth and
spraying the rest of his cum onto her partially obscured face. If further proof
was needed that it was Cunt then her lusty words of encouragement were enough to
convince Angela that she was watching her own sister being used. The camera
pulled back to reveal the man that was enjoying her was not me. I knew his name
to be Barry the man from the club whom I had shared her with. Angela did not
know him except that she knew it was not me. Had I let the tape roll she might
have recognized the patio around the pool but I stooped the tape before it
rolled further.

	I waited a moment for her to look me in the eye. I wanted to make eye contact
to be convincing. "I have had her for about a year and she did well to keep my
interest that long.  I have given her to the man you saw. He doesn't want to get
caught by the police. I call him every day and we talk to make sure that
everything is alright. Is he doesn't hear from me he will try to call me. If we
do not speak to each other EACH day we assume the worst and that we are caught.
If that ever happens he will kill her and then her will go underground and make
his escape to the third world. I can have her killed with a phone call." I
paused to assess her, she was believing my story. "You don't want that do you
Angela?' She shook her head no and looked up at me with her big tear filled
eyes. She was so young and innocent  looking. As I get older the more I like
such young girls. Perhaps we have judged Roman Polanski too harshly in this
country. Still Angela was old enough to be legal, in most states. She sat in the
over stuffed chair sniffling. I walked around my desk and sat in my own chair.
"Well. I want an answer Angela. Are you going to be a good girl and cooperate or
should I make a call and finish your Sister off right now." She answered in a
whisper, I heard her but I made her repeat anyway. This time she spoke the words
a little louder. "I'll be good."

	I crooked my finger at her and made her stand and walk around the desk till she
was standing naked and trembling before me, I reached into a drawer of my desk
and remove a tube of the shade of red I liked and moved quickly to her face and
applied several thick coats of the stuff to her lips. The great thing about
having a fetish like this is you can always count on it t work for you. In a
moment she was transformed in my eyes from wide eyed innocent to budding porn
starlet with this simple change to her appearance. "I want you to go back to the
bedroom. In the closet you will find a box. In the box you will find some
clothes and some further instructions. Go and get dressed, read the
instructions. Then come back to me. She hurried from the room grateful to be
away from me, and eager to wear clothes again. If she only knew. Oh well she
would learn soon enough.

	She was wearing what I specified. A starched white blouse with a simple tweed
skirt that hung just below her knees, socks not stockings and very plain shoes.
All in all she looked like a very demure young lady. The kind of clothes you
would wear to court to impress a judge. I ran her through the script, which she
still clutched nervously to her side, and made her give the answers I wanted her
to give several times, for over an hour. For nearly two hours in fact, over and
over again until she was no longer acting the answer. Until she repeated them in
a relaxed manner. Until she was convincing, until I was convinced by her
answers. She told me her interrogator that she had come to stay with me until
she could get her life in order again. Until she could make sense of her life,
of the events of the last year. She had only recently become aware of how silly
she had been and that in fact he Sister had been guilty of the attempted murder
of her husband. The murder of her co-conspirators, and the truth of her suicide
in Mexico. By the time she finished this a little tear squeezed from the corner
of her eyes. Adding that little touch of piquancy that clinched her performance.
She went on to add how stupid she had been to just run out on her
responsibilities. Her job at the Burger Shack, her landlord, her friends. She
added that she would call them and make some proper arrangements, and that she
was so sorry to cause all the fuss. After all when she had gone missing there
had been a missing persons report filed with the police. By the time I made her
run through this charade a final time I almost believed it all myself. When she
had to perform to her audience for real she was convincing to Harv as well. Harv
came out to the farm with another cop, a younger cop whom I took to be a rookie
an apprentice to the grizzled veteran. I learned his name was Richard. His stood
in my living room with Harv and watched her performance impassionately. I
watched her speak and respond to their questions from behind them. I nervously
fingered my gun watching the show briefly showing the gun to her while she
spoke. I needed have worried though she behaved herself. She rubbed her hands
across her skirt while she spoke calmly and evenly. The more she spoke the
closer and tighter she bound herself to me for as long as I wanted. When she had
finished they chewed her out for a few minutes and left satisfied that I would
be taking good care of her for the foreseeable future. She was now in my care as
my guest. If she were a few years younger I could have even got a court to
appoint me as my ward. But that was not needed she was legally an adult, even if
her selfish actions did not prove it. It took a few days more to arrange her
retirement from the Burger Shack. I also hired some movers to clear out her
apartment and to move all her stuff in to storage. I left her phone working, and
in the weeks to come her friends called her but they too eventually would give
up on her when she failed to return her calls.

	By the time that Harv and Richard were leaving I walked them out to their car,
they were convinced that I was a nice guy and that I had taken the confused girl
in to my care, and was providing a safe haven from the confusing world for this
troubled girl. My steps back in to the house hardly touched on the gravel
driveway, I was walking on air. I found her sitting there waiting for me sitting
on the same chair that she had been on while reciting her story to the two
Officers. It was high time I broke her in. "Follow me." That was all I had to
say. I walked up to my bedroom and she followed me like the obedient puppy she
had to be. I undressed and motioned for her to do likewise. I finished first and
lay on the bed naked waiting for her to catch up to me. I guess that I was more
eager to fuck than she was, she was taking her time stripping. I wanted to tell
her to hurry up, but I did not interrupted her. The longer she drew it out the
longer we would be here, and the worse it would be for her. She was being stupid
really, if she hurried to disrobe it would be over quicker. But if she wanted to
prolong her torment then that was fine by me. She couldn't look at me, that too
was fine by me. I had all the time in the world to play with her now that I had
convinced the world that at large she was living here with me willingly. She sat
beside me and a moved her body down to lay beside me. She lay stiffly her eyes
closed and her head rolled to one side, away from me. She trembled ever so
subtlety. I moved my hands over her body slowly, tenderly even, I probed her
slowly. If she stiffened I would back off and relax my attack until she eased
back into relative calm. I took my time with her. I took as much time as I could
to ensure that she was not unduly scared and terrified of me. I kept massaging
her gently till she was open and relaxed with me. Well as relaxed as I could
make her under the circumstances. After at least and hour and a half of this she
whispered something into the wall that I did not hear. I asked her to repeat it
and she did louder but I was still only barely able to hear her plea. "Please
get it over with." I was enjoying myself immensely but I decided to grant her
request. I would punish her later for it. Still I only took her at my speed, I
wanted to make it last and I wanted her to understand that I make the rule not
her. Each time she tensed up, even the slightest I would back off my assault on
her. When I first reared up and grabbed my cock and leveled it at her vagina,
she bit her lip and braced herself against the bed. I stopped and backed off
till she relaxed again. Only when she was open and relaxed and ready to be raped
by me did I allow my guard down enough to slide myself into her. She was slick
but not enough, penetrating her was like pulling on a freshly washed pair of
jeans. I could feel her stretching around me as I slid my length into her
unwilling but pliant body. Soon enough I was the one who was out of control and
thrusting into her with abandon. All pretense of my earlier gentle demeanor was
lost and I fucked her hard till my sweat fell from my body onto her. A foretaste
of other fluids that I would be depositing into her. It must have been hurting
her a little, I mean physically as well as psychologically because she cried out
toward the end, twisted her face up into an ugly mask of tears and ever so
gently and futilely pressed her hands against my chest to gain some separation
of our naked bodies. She touched me with her soft hands, reluctantly desperate
to get some distance between us but ambivalent about initiating contact. I
watched as she struggled to touch me. The thought of how much she hated me, yet
was powerless to resist my touch was enough to push me over the edge. I was
desperate to make it last. I intended to pull out and grab my cock and keep it
from spurting my cum all over her, but I was too late. I had to instead be
satisfied with shooting my cum all over her body. I watched as it splashed
across her belly. She had a young body. Actually it was very young, she still
had traces of baby fat on her belly. The incongruity of my hot cum landing on
her baby fat helped me keep my erection a little while longer. I took her hand
and made her masturbate me using my dick as a paint brush spreading the cream
all over her belly and chest till it was all gone and rubbed into her skin. My
cum had dried, her tears had stopped flowing, my erection was now gone and still
I made her handle me as she lay there beneath me. No other scene could have
conveyed to her her subordinate and helpless position more effectively than this
one.

	She believed that her Sister was in the hands of another man whom I had given
her to, and furthermore that my survival and daily telephone call to this man
was all that was keeping her alive. For these reasons I expected Angela to
remember her place and obey me. I was confident that she would not try and
escape or summon help, but still I could not be too sure that she would not try
something as I slept. Life with her settled down into a parody of normalcy,
except during the nighttime when I would chain her up for my own safety, and
indirectly her safety as well. With Angela I tried to and liked to keep her
bondage to an absolute minimum. That way it helped to emphasis and enhance her
slavery to me that much more. Usually I only chained her up at night, with a
pair of handcuffs holding her hands behind her back, another pair holding her
ankles together, and a collar holding her with a short chain to my bed. Just
incase she decided to allow some mischief to enter her head while I slept
soundly. During the day she could watch TV, as long as I approved of the show,
or even read a book that I also approved of. Just this morning I let her watch
the Story of O, and tomorrow I will make her read the book. I expect that she
will like the book more. After all the book is always better.



 After a few days it was time to turn my attention to Fucktoy again she had some
stubble returning to her head by this time. She arrived in the bedroom to
perfectly attired and made-up ready to serve and found me a Cunt already waiting
for her. I had cunt on her knees sucking on my cock reverently. I held up a wig
for Fucktoy and she gratefully took it from me and placed it on her head
covering her shameful baldness. I forced the girls in to each othe3rs arms and
they performed a lesbian show for me. Their faces plastered to each other's
crotches, I watched as their manicured fingernails carefully entered the folds
of each others vaginas. I watched them till Fucktoy had faked her orgasm. Cunt
had one too, but I was certain that she did not fake she. She would never fake
them for me again, for her they would all be real. She could not take the chance
of displeasing me ever again. She believes that her complete obedience is
keeping my hands off her Sister Angela. I will let her think that for as long as
I can keep her convinced. "Ok ladies now I want you two to do something else for
me." They looked at me with questioning blank expressions, waiting for the next
odious task with placating smiles on their faces. "Fucktoy get into doggie style
position." She did folding her arms before her and resting her head in them, and
I motioned for cunt to get behind her, kneeling. "Ok Cunt you are the boy I want
you to fuck her silly now." She moved into position, but failed to do more than
that. Cunt looked at me puzzled. "I don't have a cock.. I mean a dildo or
anything to use on her Darling." "That's right you don't wait here girls I be
right back with something you can use. on her." I left the room and went out of
the building altogether and returned with a little gift that Harv had dropped
off for me when her came to hear Angela's tale. I led the new dog in to the
bedroom chamber on a leash the nails of his paws clicked on the concrete as he
walked into the bedroom chamber with me I handed Cunt the leash and said. "Here
Cunt use this on her." My voice was cold and menacing. I meant what I said.
Fucktoy made no move to escape, she merely began to cry heavily into her
forearms, her whole body shaking. Cunt knelt there dumbfounded holding the
leash. Not able to bring herself to move toward her fellow captive. My patience
was wearing thin. "Do you want to change places with her Cunt?" I left them to
together like that. Fucktoy crying on her knees, Cunt confused and puzzled, and
the dog between them on a leash leading to Cunt's hands. I really didn't want to
watch I just wanted them to do it. I was more interested ion them obeying more
than anything else. After all I could watch the video latter if I wanted to.

If making the two women do this despicable act was not enough I made them do it
everyday. On the second day I watched them do it. After they were done I had
Cunt lead the dog into one of the cells of the guesthouse, leaving me and
Fucktoy alone. "Once again I show to you that there are worse things that being
fucked by me, and worse things than being dead. I want you to obey, I want you
to teach the dog how to fuck a woman. And one more thing, the sooner you act
like you like it the sooner you will not have to fuck the dog anymore." A
flicker of hope passed through her face To add even more sweetness to the pot I
added on further incentive. "After you show me how much you like it you can
change places with Cunt and get a little payback for yourself." By this time
Cunt had returned to lead Fucktoy away to her cell. I waited for Cunt to return,
she was gone about fifteen minutes. It took her that long to arrange for Fucktoy
to remove her clothes, put them away, shower and allow herself to be sealed into
her cell for the night.

	When Cunt came back to me I was more than ready for her and wasted no time in
taking her. At first I fucked her doggy style. I wanted to be especially brutal
with her, with hard fast jabs into her. And for me only doggy style can allows
the freedom of movement to accomplish this. I held onto her by her garter belt
using them like the reigns of a horse riding her, and pulling her on and off me
tearing the garment as I fucked her. A few vicious thrusts into her and she was
grunting and screaming right along with me. If I kept this up for a few minutes
more I would come into her. So to prolong her displeasure I decided to stop and
flip her around and take her face to face. I like putting my face right up into
hers and smelling her makeup and sweat. I like watching her expressions as she
tries to please me by hiding her disgust at being so close to me. I wanted to
hurt her to make her cry again just like I had done when I had first imprisoned
her. She was trying to make me cum to finish it. "Fuck me! You feel so good."
and the odd "Yes, don't stop" she threw at me in between animalistic grunts and
cries, all in a effort to help me get off to end her torture. It was all that
she could do, the merest remnant of any power she once had. I wanted to crush
her into the bed with my cock and fucked her like that hard and fast, then
harder and faster till I could not go any faster. Of course I cannot keep this
up indefinitely and I had to slow down from time to time. It was during one of
them slower calmer periods during this fuck that I began to talk to her. "I may
be here fucking you Cunt but I am not here really." She moaned her head tilted
back and pressed her hips up into me to meet my next slow thrust. "Even though I
am living a fantasy that most men can only dream about, I too am in another
fantasy right now." I had slowed my movements right down to nothing, I was so
near her face. My words were as unavoidable as was my body. "While I'm fucking
you, I am thinking about someone else." She began to get the gist of my words
now and I saw her mental resistance begin to break down, her last line of
defense crack, just like I wanted. "While I'm fucking your here, I am thinking
about Angela, and how young and sweet and fresh she is." She opened her eyes and
looked at me for the first time since I had started taking her. Her eyes
searched my face for any sign of mercy or pity but as usual there was none to be
found. "You are thinking about her too now aren't you Cunt?" She nodded what I
already knew to be the truth. I fucked her harder now, I fucked her to the
finish line, filling her up yet again with my cum with pleasant thought of her
Sister filling my head. Cunt too was thinking about Angela, praying that she
could keep me amused and too occupied to touch her Sister. But deep down she
must have known that this was impossible. She did not know, could not have known
that I had already begun using Angela. That I was playing them against each
other. Their love for each other was a powerful force that I could use to twist
them into my slaves. Their efforts at protecting each other from me was making
it perfect for me, and I was able to keep each of them in line, as long as they
were terrified of me, and believed that I was all powerful.

	A few days later after the dog had used Fucktoy, I took the a little road trip
to the place where I had dumped Whores car. The country road was just as I
remembered it. Funny how the country doesn't seem to change that much. The trees
were a little taller, but not much else had changed. I hadn't come for just
another sight seeing trip, I had work to do, and I had more evidence to plant. I
removed part of her remains from the trunk. It was a portion of her skull and
jaw. I had used the grub worms to clean it of all flesh, simulating nature. The
dog had furnished the finishing touches however. The bit marks and scratches on
the surface were subtle but noticeable nonetheless. It was my hope that some
forensic specialist would interpret these sights that she had been dumped here
by Cunt along with the car, but had not been found till recently, and that Whore
had decomposed over the course of the last year or so and had been scavenged by
the animals of the woods. It was kind of like sending a message in a bottle. I
had no idea if it would ever be found, or what would be made of it, but in the
event of a trial for myself it could provide some confusing evidence. Maybe just
enough to cause some doubt in a juror, and help preserve my miserable hide.

	

	Having Cunt and the rest of the girls was of course terrific. But having Angela
around was a whole new ball game, she was free to move around and as such I
would come into contact with her more and more. She of course would try and keep
her distance from me. But I would always insist that she stay in the same room
as me. She had no wardrobe to speak of, at least not one that I approved of. So
I decided to take her shopping. We went into town together and I took her to a
mall. She no doubt feared the worst, but we shopped for some normal clothes.
Nice cotton tops, and pants and few pairs of shorts too. After a while she began
to relax just a little. By this time it was near closing time for the mall. Then
we went to the store that I wanted to take her to. It was nearly deserted in
here, but the clerk didn't mind, it was clear that we were here to spend some
serious money. I picked out a few simple teddies for her to try on for me and
sent her to the change room. It was a very classy lingerie store. The clerk led
me to a semi private room, made sure I was comfortable with some coffee. I found
a catalogue and leafed through it while I chatted with her. Angela did real
good, for a kid she has a lot of guts. She came out to model her first teddy. I
made her walk the length of the room and turn in front of use then walk back a
few times. The teddy was conservative enough and under normal circumstances
something she might even have picked out for herself. " I don't know I mean I
like it and we are going to take it but I don't know." I held up the catalogue
for the clerk. "Have you got anything like this?" Her eyes got a little wider
than she nodded. "Yes we have that." I flipped through the catalogue while
Angela stood there being ignored. I picked out several more items. Some they had
some they did not. I made Angela model everything for me. Everything from simple
garter belts, to corsets and waist cinchers. Her modest breasts were pushed up
and displayed in a series of bras, full cup half cup, and even no cup that
really got my approval. Angela was acting like she was made of stone throughout
the entire humiliating episode. She responded to questions but did not initiate
speech. We spent hours in the lingerie shop. By the time we finally left I left
the clerk a nice tip. We made arrangements to come back in a month or so. When
the store had a chance to get some more stock in. I didn't like Angela to wear
clothes, so on the drive back to the farm I made her strip naked again. It was
all I could do to keep my hands off her for the hour long drive, let alone my
eyes. "I think that when we get home I'd like you to wear the green outfit for
me." She turned her head to the window. "You'd do that for me wouldn't you
Angela?" She nodded but did not speak. She was incredibly quiet, almost all the
time. She was still in an incredible depression, which she would likely remain
in for quite some time. Her life was over, now she lived her life for me.

	The trip home was uneventful, and we soon found ourselves in the bedroom
together. The green number was not an overly trampy outfit, but on Angela most
things looked good, even provocative. It was basically an emerald green teddy,
that hung loosely on her body, The shoulder straps threatening to tumble from
her smooth shoulders at the slightest provocation. While she dressed I nearly
tore off my clothes and lay down on the bed waiting for her to come to me. She
walked slowly into the room dragging her feet, her eyes focused on the carpet,
desperate to avoid contact with me. She had the look of a woman who wanted to be
elsewhere very badly. She moved onto the bed with me after some coaching, and
sat close to me. I moved to her, my legs parted and my erection sprang up at her
full and heavy. I took her in my arms and pressed the full length of her body
into mine. She did not resist, how could she, but she did not help me either.
That would come later. My experience with the others had taught me that. Women
in my captivity go through some predictable stages. Firstly they react to me
from fear, then the fear wears off and the routine of fucking me takes over.
They lay there pliant but unwilling. Soon this is tiresome to me and I make
further demands upon them. They are then able to fake passion with me. Badly at
first and then with greater conviction as they get more and more practice. I
turned her face into mine and began to explore her mouth with my lips and
tongue. I loved it when her mouth fell open to my advances, her jaw hanging
limply as I used my tongue to explore her mouth fully. She was falling into the
second stage already, passive acceptance, without fully realizing it. As I
kissed her I pressed my cock against her belly and thighs. Ever time she tried
to squirmed away I pressed myself into her harder. She soon stopped trying to
ease the distance between us and let my hot erection sizzle against her. I held
her head in my hands forcing her to kiss me back. I held her head gently, I had
no need to be cruel or violent. I made her kiss me back, and I made her kiss me
lower and lower with each kiss. By the time she got to my chest she figured out
what I had in mind, and needed no further coaching to reach my dick. She dove
right in like a good girl and began to lick and suck me with all the passion she
could muster. I let her do her thing all the while I watched her intently. She
was clearly a beautiful girl, but I began to compare her to the other women and
the other women in the world. By those standards there must be a millions of
women who are as attractive as Angela. Lets say 30 million just for kicks, and
each one has 6 inches of cunt that is going to waste. I wonder how many miles of
prime cunt that is going to waste? I let my mind wander with these thoughts,
aimlessly pondering such things and doing the math in my head a;; the while
staring into her face while she worked away on my erection. Thirty million, each
with 6 inches, that's 15 million feet. Hmmm... 5280 feet in a mile that's nearly
3000 miles of cunt in all these women. Assuming that each had six inches of
cunt. All the while I let my mind wander...I watched her impassively. I wanted
her to fail and she certainly did. My once rock hard dick lay limply in her
mouth. She looked up at me defeated and sniffling gently around my penis. Still
my gaze did not change, she slid her mouth off me and slid back onto her heels.
I reached down and slid my hands into her hair. I didn't need to be rough or
brutal. I simply moved her back into position again her lips wrapped around my
member. I made her suck on me all afternoon. Whenever I felt that she was making
some progress, I thought about something stultifying and killed off my erection.
It was fun making her go through the motions again and again till finally I
allowed her to succeed. What better way to teach her how to suck my cock?
Practice makes perfect. When I finally allowed myself to cum in her mouth and
let her succeed she tried to pull back. The thought occurred to me that given
her limited experience I may have been the first man's cum she had swallowed. It
certainly looked that way from the sick look she had on her face. "I guess that
you haven't had the chances to suck cock that your big Sister has had. Don't
worry I like you. I'll give you a few more chances to get good. A few more maybe
one or two more chances." She thanked me for my benevolence after I pointed out
that she should. Then I continued. "Now Angela I had fun and since you were such
a good sport about blowing me I think you should have some fun too." So I made
her play with herself in front of me. Of course she would not climax, or even
get excited but it was important that she learn to act for me. I made her play
with her hands, inserting her fingers into her pussy and asshole at the same
time. First singly and then in pairs. Before she faked her cum I told her she
had better be convincing. She was. A few more days or weeks at the most of
forcing her to act her part and it would become like second nature.



	Angela was progressing well but I still needed to keep in her mind the idea
that her Sister was the helpless captive of another man who had her. To that end
I decided to make another video of her. But this time I wanted her to be seen in
action with Fucktoy. I would have to edit it carefully to keep all sign of me
from the video. Not an insurmountable problem, but still a consideration
nevertheless. As usual I had the women dress for the occasion. As I was keeping
Cunt in her old quarters in the basement of the farmhouse again I went to her
and had her prepare herself for me. Unusually I took the time to watch her
prepare herself for me this time. I took her from her cell personally and let
her stretch out the kinks caused by her confinement. I unlocked her collar from
the chain and watched as she moved into the shower. She was careful to be quick,
as well as seductive in her movements. She covered herself with liquid soap and
the scrubbing pad quickly turned the soap into a cascade of bubbles all over her
body. It was as if her curves were covered by bubble bath even though she was
standing. She finished quickly leaning back into the fall of water, brushing the
bubbles from her breasts, and downward to the full curves of her hips and her
shapely thighs. She turned and bend over to turn off the water, showing off her
rear. She swayed and turned in the shower to display it to me from all sides and
every angle. Toweling dry afforded her to display her charms to me yet again.
She used her the towel to alternately hide and show off her body to me. All the
while making it seem as though she was only drying herself off.

	I didn't lead her to the next station, she surely knew the way. She sat down at
the makeup table and immediately began to blow dry her hair. It wasn't very wet
so it didn't take very long at all. And she was soon onto curling it with the
curling iron. Afterward she leaned into the mirror and began to apply her makeup
with a steady hand, finishing up with a tiny brush first outlining her lips and
then filling them with color and then finally a think heavy coat of gloss
coating them and sealing the color in. She turned around on the stool to face me
without standing. It was the first time I had seen her transformed since she had
began. Her appearance like this always had the same affect on me. While I may
have many women here she would always be special to me, would always be my
favorite. She was stunning, and would be to me forever. She waited patiently for
her dressing instructions. I walked over to the wardrobe and removed a very
simple choice for her this evening. It was a slip made of stretch lace, that she
slid it over her head and let fall down her body obscuring her features but not
hiding them from view. To this I added a pair of stocking that stayed up by
themselves and a pair of heels.



	We made our way from the farmhouse to the guesthouse. I was mildly surprised to
find it was night and a quick check of my watch found it to be the middle of the
night. No matter time was all but unimportant. I took her to meet her fellow
captive. While I had watched Cunt get ready for the nights fun Fucktoy had
already received her preparation instructions and we found her waiting for us in
the bedroom chamber, on her hands and knees. Doggy style position again, how
appropriate for her. "Go get him Cunt." She walked off without a word to
retrieve the dog for Fucktoy's session with him. She waited for her lover
stoically, very brave. Cunt led the dog back into the room. He was happy and
panting with excitement, his erection dangling beneath him. He wasted little
time in trying to mount his bitch, but he was unsuccessful. Cunt made a move to
help. "Stop! She3's a hot bitch and can do it herself. Can't you Fucktoy." The
question was rhetorical and we all knew it. "I sure can Darling." She tried top
be cheerful throughout the sentence but she was not able to hide her feelings
completely. Poor girl, she would fuck the dog till she could do it right. She
was wearing a blonde wig over her shaved head. I thought to myself that her hair
would likely grow out before she learned how to fuck the dog properly.



	Cunt and I sat on the bed and watched her. I did anyway, Cunt tried to look at
the floor until I made her watch. "Learn all you can Cunt. You may need to take
her place soon." I saw her shudder. "Yes Darling." Even before she could reach
between her legs and feed the dogs penis into herself I had wanted to join in on
the action. I pushed Cunt down to the floor in the doggy style position in front
of Fucktoy. They knelt on the floor face to face, and I clambered behind Cunt
and into her at the same time as Fucktoy began her sickening task. It was a
beautiful mirror image a moment of uncommon camaraderie between me and my new
dog. We each had a bitch to ride, and we were riding them hard together,
plundering them for our own selfish urges. It wasn't long before they had their
faces pressed into each others. The two women separated as they had been and
forced to compete for my cock had quickly learned to hate each other. But I
forced them into even more intimate contact with each other as we fucked them
literally together into contact. I made them kiss each other and slobber over
one another as we all panted and breathed heavily. Of course this was the
session that I was filming for Angela's consumption. If I had done it right all
she would see in the frame would be her sister and this woman on her hands and
knees, each servicing their owners. She would not be able to tell one of them
was me, or the other one was my dog for that matter. Any telltale evidence of my
ownership on the audio track would be easy enough to edit out. "Hey Fucktoy!" I
interrupted her and wrenched her from her enforced musings. She looked up at me,
through her wig which had covered her face. "Yes Darling?" "I decided on a name
for the dog. I want you to call him "Zilla" like Godzilla. The same name as your
old man. That fat pig who got you in this mess OK?" Of course it was Ok.
Anything that I wanted was OK. "Go on call him by his new name." She kept
fucking back through all this. "Zilla.. good boy Zilla." "No not like that you
stupid bitch. Like this...'Fuck me Zilla...harder'...Like that." She began to
plead with the dog to fuck her just like I wanted. But soon she was unable to
continue, as the tears that could not be contained crashed through her final
mental barrier. Funny what makes her cry, the memories of her past life and how
low she had sunk were all it took this time. The name of the dog was perfect,
ever time she laid eyes on him it would bring it all back for her.

	Cunt had a vested interest in keeping her in one piece. After all Fucktoys
presence was keeping her own pussy from being served up by me to satisfy the
dogs dick. At least that is what I told her to believe. Who knew what she really
believed anymore. I had placed her in the position of sacrificing, pimping her
fellow slaves body to the dog to save herself. This further served to crush any
residual ego she may have had left after her first year of servitude. With that
goal in mind she tried to please me by getting Fucktoy's tears to stop, the only
way she could think to. She took her face in her hands and tried to calm her by
kissing her even more passionately than she had been so far. She whispered
soothing words into her ear. I could not hear most of them but what I did hear
went like this. "It's OK you can do it. Stop crying that's what he wants, don't
let him win everything." Things like that. It seemed to work, even though
Fucktoy hated Cunt, and she regained some of her composure. Enough to finish her
act anyway.

	The dog finished into the sobbing woman. Seeing her there, prostrate, crushed
on the floor triggered my cock to fire deep inside my Cunt. I was making a movie
and I had wanted a cumshot over her back, perhaps splattering in her hair. But
the perversity of the scene displayed before me was too much. Oh well, you can't
have everything.

	

	I did however force the women into enjoying each others bodies. I had hoped
that this would inspire another erection from my crotch, seeing two perfectly
formed women grinding their crotches against each others before me, but even
this lewd sight did not interest me. It was time to call it a night. After I
regained my composure I took Zilla, the newly named dog away till he was needed.
Fucktoy had another date with the animal tomorrow. She had failed to provide a
satisfactorily slutty show, once again, and she could look forward to another
coupling, and another and another till she got it right. I began to think that
she would never get it right, and graduate from dog whore back in to my good
graces. I'm sure that is what she thought too, and I am equally certain that her
new treatment was responsible for the condition I found her in a few days later.
She really must have wanted to die to have done what she had. I thought that the
cells were suicide proof. But she sure showed me. She had managed to sneak a
stocking into her cell from the night before. With it she had tied a loop around
her neck and another one around a leg of her bunk. She then must have laid on
the concrete flooring and rotated, rolling  herself a number of times till the
improvised noose tightened around her throat and she choked herself to death.
She didn't really want to die, she wasn't suicidal. She just preferred it to
living the life I forced upon her. I should have been more careful. But in the
end I really didn't care. She had finally paid for her crimes. 



Her death left a void in the use of the women. I now had no one to service the
dog. I explained this to Cunt, and presented the possibility that her Sister
Angela would replace Fucktoy in the daily couplings with Zilla the dog. "No" was
her response. She quickly caught herself and elaborated. "Please Darling don't
do that to my sister." But someone is going to have to fuck the dog. Do you want
to help me get someone else to do it?" Again the look of horror filled the
helpless woman's face, and she shook her head no, unable to form the words,
paralyzed by the mental images I was driving into her mind. "Then quite being
such a stupid bitch and decide, who will fuck the dog you or your Sister?" She
managed to croak out the words. Of course I heard her the first time but I made
her repeat herself several times till the words "Please Darling let me be the
dogs girl" flowed from her mouth without hesitation. "Fine Cunt, that's just
fine. Then it is agreed you will fuck the dog and I will fuck your Sister." She
actually looked surprised. "What!? But you can't YOU PROMISED you wouldn't touch
her." She fell to her knees before me and continued to plead for me to
reconsider. I answered her simply and coolly. "You don't actually expect me to
put my cock into the same Cunt as my dog do you?" She was beyond answering now,
but I continued anyway. "Last chance to decide, who fucks the dog?" She replied
"please Darling let your Cunt fuck the dog." "And who fuck Angela?" "You do
Darling." Poor stupid Cunt if she only knew what I had been doing to her Sister
already. The thought titillated me no end, and I decided to show her in a few
more days. After she had gotten used to the new scheme of things.

For such a momentous event I had her carefully prepare herself. For the first
time in a long time I allowed Cunt to dress in a less feminine manner, it was no
less humiliating though. I had her wear the Domme costume that Fucktoy used to
wear on stage while she teased her male audience with her charms. It consisted
mostly of PVC and some leather all in black or course. Some fingerless gloves
and a crop also normally accompanied the costume. But I denied her the crop. I
made her witness my assault upon her Sister, which she thought would be the
first time I was to take her. She looked great as usual. "If I hear you so much
as breath in heavily while I am fucking Angela, I will march the two of you down
into the basement and I will make you watch her fuck Zilla until dawn. Got it
Cunt?" I punctuated the remark with yet another slap to her face. She would not
make a sound. I led her into my bedroom on the end of a leash. Together we found
Angela waiting for us sitting on the bed with her legs drawn up folded beneath
her body. She looked around frantically but could see nothing. The blindfold I
had earlier placed on her made sure of that. Besides the blindfold all she wore
were a pair of stockings, and heels. Both in white of course. Nothing like the
color white enhances a woman's vulnerability. I led Cunt to the bench formed by
a bay window sat her down and crossed my mouth with my finger emphasizing that
she be quite.

 I sat beside Angela on the bed and began to caress her hair and then her body
all the while I glanced over at Cunt to make sure that she was watching and
being good. I made Angela undo my pants. She fumbled around a bit being unable
to see but she soon felt her way around and sorted out the task. Soon she had my
pants off, my erection sprang free and brushed up against her lips. I pushed her
head down to my prick and she started to suck me off. She was far too tentative.
Cunt was watching of course. I crocked my finger at her and beckoned her to the
bed to join us. When she was within range of my hard I pulled her down and made
her sit down on the bed on the other side of my body. I forced Cunts hand to the
back of Angela's head. She pulled her hand away immediately, but I insisted. She
maintained contact this time and I forced her to move her Sister's head up and
down on my erection. To make her choke on me I would randomly hump up into her
face every now and then. She would choke and sputter but she still kept it up.
My attention was diverted by black drops that were landing on Cunt's forearm.
They were tears mixed with mascara that were leaking out from her closed eyes.
She could not look at what I was making her Sister do to me. Neither woman could
see anything. Angela could not see through the blindfold and Cunt could not see
through her closed tear filled eyes. I could feel myself starting to cum, so I
whipped off the blindfold from Angela's eyes seconds before I poured my cum into
her mouth. She looked up at me and then just as quickly to find out the mystery
person forcing her head down onto me was her own Sister. My prick fell from her
mouth and my cum dribbled all over the place as she cried out for her Sister.
She made a move toward her but I stopped it. She pleaded to touch her, but we
both ignored her. Quickly I snapped a collar around her neck which chained her
up in the corner of the room and kept her from her Sister, despite her desperate
struggles. I had to gain control of the situation. "Really good blow job Angela,
really first rate. Cunt would love to stay and play with us wouldn't you Cunt?"
She looked up at me, and managed to nod her head yes. That was close enough for
me. "But she can't she has a date with her new owner, Isn't that right Cunt?"
Again she managed to nod yes. To Cunt this meant that I was going to make her
fuck the dog now. But to Angela this further reinforced the lie that I
permanently given her to another man who now owned her, who would cause harm to
her is she disobeyed my orders. It was a perfect setup. I still owned both of
them, but having Cunt participate in my Abuse of Angela further traumatized them
both. While all this was sinking in I led Cunt out of the room and down the
stairs into the basement, and then into the original dungeon that I had kept her
in for the first year of her imprisonment.



Weeks later after all the tears had dried Angela and myself found ourselves
invited to the Potter Mansion, along with a few hundred of Mr. Potters closest
friends and business partners. He looked good in his wheelchair. He may have a
few good years left. He may as well be happy in his remaining years. That's how
he explained his marriage to his nurse anyway. The ceremony was a brief civil
one held in the garden. I even caught the garter that he feebly tossed. I think
he intended I catch it. The implication was clear, and I agreed with it. I was
getting to old to remain a bachelor forever, I should make an honest woman out
of Angela. I had appearances to keep up. Appearances of normalcy. Funny how
those of us who appear normal on the surface really are quite different when you
get to know us on a more intimate level.


The END

Special thanks to all who have submitted content ideas. (You know who you are,
by the events you have read about). 

I had fun writing this series, but now it is time to put them to bed for a
while, likely forever. I am still writing other stories, thought slowly. I am
still writing similar stories of male dominance. Being a Dom myself I will never
write a story in which the male is subordinate. Even the thought is enough to
make me ill.

My next story will be called Safekeeping. If you liked this one keep your eyes
peeled for it.

Here's wishing you all have a healthy sex and fantasy life.