Willies New Bitch

                                  Part Two

      The continuing story of Willie and his ‘Slave Bitch Kim’

                                             By Taskmaster

                            taskmaster11@hotmail.com

                                          Chapter Eight

Willie, feeling his cock twitching back into life inside Kim’s cunt, heard his new bitch continue to sob against the pillow she had buried her face in. He knew he had just given the bitch the best fucking she had ever had, her tears were tears of shame, that was all, shame because she had enjoyed it, right now, with her in his arms, she felt great, smelt great also, Willies slave Bitch Kim smelt of pure lustful sex.

‘Well, Let her cry’, decided Willie with the bitch in his arms, taking time out to enjoy the moment and ponder her future.

‘The bitch can cry all she wants, it won’t change a damm thing, and before I leave here today she’s gonna cry a lot more anyway.

If the bitch needs more beatings before she admits she really is my property, so be it, that what she’s gonna get, enough to make her realize this really is just between her and me, Master and Bitch, no one else comes into it, unless maybe she wants me to beat her runty husband as well, bind and gag him then fuck his ass in front of her, that wouldn’t bother me at all, hell, the bitch

 Can then lick his shit off of my dick afterward, be fun asking her if she wants that’

Whatever,  she’s gonna have to admit her old life is gone forever, she can carry on as normal at home, but I’ll take her and beat her whenever I want her,’

 ‘And I’ll arrange plenty of outings for the both of us, not just to the few boring almost vanilla BDSM clubs I visited, no, she’s a real beauty, with her looks and body with me I’ll easily get into those special clubs, the ones I had to pay to get into to watch the bitches beaten and then fucked by those with enough money to pay the ‘owner’ for the privilege, and plenty of money at that.

Hell, with this bitch by my side, I can make plenty of money too. With her Bound and naked, kneeling beside me,  I’ll be the envy of everyone there, every guy and a good few women will want to beat and fuck her.’!!

 Abruptly Kim, found herself being lifted by Willies strong hands, his cock slipped from her cunt with an audible ‘plop’ and shortly Kim was  kneeling between Willies legs widely spread legs as he sat on the edge of Kim’s bed, holding the lead of her collar, pulling her face up to his, his semi flaccid cock inches from her face.

‘Look at me Bitch, look at your owner!’

Kim opened her tear stained eyes to Willie, looking up at him in tearful apprehensive respect...  Fear is a powerful emotion and Kim now felt a fearful respect of this delivery man who so easily dominated her, whose massive penis, so recently filled her virgina and gave her the fuck of a lifetime. It seemed absurd to believe he really was serious when telling her he now ‘owned her’ that she was his ‘Slave Bitch Kim’, but, sobbing into the pillow, Kim had realized this monster, her ‘Master’ really did now ‘own’ her, for Kim had shamefully admitted to herself that no other man could ever satisfy her now, not after the out of this world orgasms she had just experienced.

  Kim’s tears flooding the pillow had been not only for her cruel treatment at the hands of her new ‘Owner’, but tears of sadness for her husband, for the end of her marriage as far as sexual fulfillment was concerned, how only a hour or so ago  she had been so enjoyably lying in the sunshine, planning simple things like the kids meal and her husbands Dinner, unprepared and absolutely unaware that it all would  be so cruelly swept away , not just by the monster she must now call her ‘Master’ entering the citadel of  love and happiness that was her home and  so mercilessly subjecting her the these beatings and sexual abuse, but also tears of shame for allowing her body to respond to his brutality.

‘You’re a great Fuck, Slave Bitch Kim, sometimes the two don’t go together, being beautiful and being a great fuck, that’s not the case with you though, and you enjoyed your fucking, didn’t you bitch?’

For Kim, there no was no point in denial; her ‘Owner’, knew she had anyway, so she simply nodded her head shamefacedly, knowing this was another step toward an eventual and irreversible admission of defeat he would most surely demand of her, otherwise he would have already been long gone.

Indicating her kneeling position, Willie said to Kim.

‘This is how you greet your Master, on your knees; you will always be on your knees when you are with your Master, you put your hands on your head and get on your knees, unless I decide otherwise, in a minute your gonna get dressed in those sexy undies I found, then were going for a little walk so you can get used to crawling beside your owner, got that bitch?’

Again, Kim nodded her head miserably, was there to be no end to the humiliations ‘owner’ was inflicting upon her? how far down the road of degradation did he intend taking her.

Without Warning, Willies other hand had found its way between her cunt lips and on into her sopping virgina. Withdrawing his hand, Willie placed his fingers before Kim’s lips.

‘Before that, you’ve got some cleaning to do, lick this mess from you cunt off my fingers, and then clean my cock with your mouth Bitch, it is covered in your cunt juice, now Clean it!’

Licking the contents of her own Virginia from Willies fingers before lowering her head over his penis, Kim realized everything her ‘owner’ was doing to her obviously formed part of his ongoing plans for her made before his arrival.  

But, feeling a little conceited that she was so easily getting him hard again as she licked clean every inch of him, Kim decided if she eventually were to acknowledge her total surrender toward him.

For surely that was what her ‘owner’ had planned all along, he would first have subject her to more beatings and sexual degradation.

 Kim, for the sake of herself, her husband and family, knew she must not submit lightly, she intended to she would fight him all the way, before, as she knew she ultimately would but entirely oblivious of his real plans for her, admitting to him her unconditional surrender, , his Slave Bitch.

                                                       Chapter Nine

In the Bathroom Kim applied the finishing touches of make to her face, applying the scarlet red lipstick, as her ‘Master’ had told her, much more liberally than  normally she would have done.

Stepping back from the mirror, Kim studied her self critically, was she really as beautiful as the monster, her ‘Owner’ assured her she was?

Certainly she realized that right now, despite all that was happening to her, despite, or perhaps because of the whore like look the makeup gave her, she did indeed look good, certainly for a thirty one year mother of two young children. A dusting of face powder and rouge had covered the slight bruising to her face left be Willies slapping of her, and with her long blonde tresses, pulled back into a pony tail, again as instructed, Kim’s face radiated her good looks, even the Red collar did nothing to detract from the effect, indeed, it gave her natural beauty an air of submission.

Kim was proud of her 36c. 24. 34 figure always making every effort to keep it that way with her regular work outs and even today her supple tits would spring back to perkiness when she pulled them apart before her mirror.

 And the lingerie Willie had chosen, her black lacy half cup bra, matching garter belt and panties together with black seamed stockings served only to enhance Kim’s well tanned stunning body

Willie, having decided his ‘Bitch’ had cleaned him properly, had told Kim she would now, ‘dress as his slave bitch will be dressed in future when greeting her Master’. Kim knowing any hostility toward  this self confident assumption would lead only another beating, was though somehow grateful to her ‘Owner’ for the small but significant gesture he made by removing her handcuffs.

‘You have fifteen minutes in the bathroom Bitch, you clean that cunt for its next fucking, then you get that underwear on, after that you make your face up to look great, you come out looking like a proper slave bitch whore for your Master, plenty of deep red lipstick, eye shadow, face power,  the whole works, and you crawl over there, to the bathroom Bitch, from now ,like I said, you crawl everywhere when your Master is present, meantime I’m gonna just lie on your bed  here bitch and wait for you’

At his gesture of dismissal, The tear stained naked blonde beauty  turned on her  knees, crawling on all fours toward the bathroom, as she did so, leaving her ‘owner’ to marvel at her wonderful firm ass swaying back and forth, just like it had when he had first spotted her. And   not for the first time Willie wondered if his Bitches Ass was virgin, he certainly hoped so and suspected it was, and Willie thought this middle class church going Bitch didn’t seem the type to allow that runty husband to put his puny dick up there.

Well, the bitch was going to get her Masters dick up there today, and she would have to learn to enjoy being taken it up there, and not only by his own monster dick.

Studying her watch Kim knew her fifteen minutes were now up, her only consolation had been, with the monster not coming into the bathroom during this time; Kim at least had time to reevaluate her options.

 Although realizing her appearance was, at that moment, akin to that of a whore, albeit a classy whore, at least she had a few clothes on, enough perhaps, with the absence of the handcuffs; to allow her the chance of escape, as escape she must do to avoid ending the day as a submissive plaything to the monster.

So when Kim stood in the doorway, ready to drop to her knees as her ‘owner’ demanded, she was surprised to see him, still lying there on her bed, snoring gently in an apparently deep slumber, was this the moment the tables were turned.?

Gazing across to the only possible escape route, her bedroom door and cursing inwardly, Kim recalled having she seen Willie slip the door key in his pants pocket, the pants now lying on the carpet beside her bed.

 Her heart beating feverishly against the walls of her chest, Kim tried  to summon enough daring to retrieve the door Key, thinking about it was one thing, having the  courage to do so, knowing the beating she would most likely be given should her Owner wake and discover her, was another matter.

But Kim, remembering she had pledged to do so for the sake of her husband and children, eventually compromised by at least Dropping to her knees. Silently  she crawled across the bedroom toward her bed, telling herself that if he woke, she could placate any anger by telling him she wanted only to view her Master’s beautiful cock whilst he slept.

Closer and closer crawled Kim, until finally she was there, to where the pants lay, next to the bed upon which Willie continued his gentle snoring.

Noiselessly Kim searched  the pants pockets until eventually she found the key to her bedroom door and, just as silently, crept on all fours across the door, then, turning her head to see her captor obviously still asleep, Kim inserted the key into the lock whilst raising herself to her feet.

‘Click’ the lock open, now Kim was actually pulling opens the door, and then she froze in anguish, her face turning to the sound of Willies voice. 

                                                     Chapter 10

‘Hey Bitch, you sure look good in those things’ Said Willie, indicating her lingerie, fully awake and now sitting on the edge of Kim’s bed.

Stunned, Kim was lost between thoughts of making a dash for it, running as fast as she could to get out of the house, or simply admitting defeat and accepting the inevitable beating, a beating less harsh in all probability than if  her  ‘owner’ had to chase after her to prevent Kim from leaving the house.     

‘Seems you were planning to leave me here before I got the chance to see you dressed like that bitch, whatever though, you look a million dollars that’s for, any Man would be proud to fuck you baby ’

Bizarrely, given her predicament, Kim felt a surge of pride at Willies words, until he continued.

‘But it aint gonna be just ‘any man’ bitch who fucks you bitch, not without my say so, not even that runty little husband of yours.’!

Kim, thoroughly crestfallen that her escape attempt was being thwarted, had had enough, angrily all her pent up shame, degradation and rage poured forth.

‘What do mean, ‘your say so!’ that’s stupid’ Kim shouted to the smiling Willie

  ‘What right have you to come into my own house and treat me like this, like a plaything, beat me, rape me, then tell me you have taken over my life, its absurd, people just cannot do such things, you can go to hell, do you really think that after you have finally finished your evil perverted games and gone, that I wont tell my husband then call the Police and have you arrested, you’ll spend the rest of your life in jail!’

Immediately, Kim thought she’d gone to far, the monster, sting on the edge of her bed a few feet away could at any time spring up and…….and what……. Just what was he capable of, already today he had proved himself capable of extreme violence, now, was her very life in danger after her outburst? 

But if Kim had expected him to grab hold of her and beat her, she was mistaken; instead, Willie stood up and, walking across the bedroom, picked up the telephone lying upon Kim’s dressing table.   

‘Here’ call them now, and call  your runty husband, tell them about how I raped you whilst you were sitting on my dick and tonguing my mouth , telling me you’re my Slave Bitch, here I even switched on the DVD Cam so they can look at that if they don’t believe you, then you  tell them that right now your standing in your bedroom with me, dressed up in your finest lingerie with your face made up like a whores, come on Bitch, come over here and take the phone, go ahead., otherwise, you get down on your knees and crawl over here to beg my forgiveness.’

Willie had known this confrontation would eventually take place.

 Allowing for it in his planning, he had realized the outcome would in all probability, decide both their fates.

 So Willie had deliberately staged his fake ‘nap’ to allow his bitch the chance of escape, whilst during the ‘nap’ turning one of the DVD cams to the bathroom doorway to capture the image of the sexily dressed Mother emerging from the bathroom before crawling across the bedroom to where  her naked ‘lover’ lay upon her bed.

All of which Willie concluded, would leave his bitch with three options, To either attempt Run and risk a severe beating, or  Confront him and tell  her husband and the police, or of course, do neither of these things and simply hope that Willie would tire of her and eventually just go, leaving Kim to remain silent in the hope that Willies demands about her being ‘his bitch’ from now on was just bluster, and tell nobody, with just her anger, shame and guilt together with the fear or perhaps even hope that he may some day return, which of course he fully intended to do.

In fact Willie was wrong about his last assumption.

 Kim had already reconciled herself to the certainty her ‘Owner’ would indeed be visiting her again, even should she escape on this occasion. 

For Kim knew Willie was right, how could she tell her wonderful husband about the Sex, the excitement she had felt when Kissing Willie or of the throbbing in her virgina that only grew stronger the harder her ‘owner’ had beaten her.

 Admissions such as those would destroy her entire family and Kim could never allow that to happen.

. Nor though was Kim prepared to apologize for her attempted escape, No, as she had decided earlier, for the sake of her husband, her children and her own esteem Kim, as she had decided earlier, would eventually capitulate to him, but only when she was ready, not when he decided, only when this Monster who called himself her Master, her owner, had totally broken her will would she be ready to admit to herself this brute really did now own her.

With that thought uppermost Kim threw open her bedroom door and, to Willies surprise, ran as fast as her legs would carry her

Downstairs, Kim, who had not given thought a to where she would go, dressed as she was and knowing she could phone no one, could in reality, only hide from Willie. Her only realistic hope

Was probably her laundry room, out back from the kitchen so Kim, throwing open kitchen door, headed on inside until, suddenly, by her long pony tail she was hauled to a standstill.

‘Okay Bitch, you want games, we play games’ came Willies harsh voice.

‘Please, no, I’m sorry’ replied Kim, grimacing at her hair being pulled so tightly.

Willie reply though was a double open palmed slap to Kim’s face before dragging the screaming beauty around the kitchen by her hair, locking each door and pocketing the keys and finally slapping Kim’s  panty encased buttocks harshly, making her cry out in anguish.

 Again and again Willie, forcing Kim to bend over the kitchen table, spanked her already sore and aching buttocks whilst holding her by the hair, forcing her face into the table top whilst his bitch pleaded with him to stop his remorseless punishment.

‘Your gonna learn one and for all you who owns you now bitch’ shouted Willie above the pleading cries of the beautiful blonde housewife whilst raining his unending stream of harsh

Slaps to Kim’s buttocks.

‘Now apologize properly bitch, you tell me what you are, tell me who I am, tell me bitch!’

‘Oh, oh god, please……….please, I’m you property, your Slave bitch, you own me……Master!’ cried Kim, not only unable to take much more of her severe punishment, but aware also of the awful immoral stirrings beginning inside her again.

Willie satisfied with the bitches apparent remorse gave a last few slaps to Kim’s now red and blue buttocks whilst looking around the kitchen.

‘

That’s better bitch , Nice Kitchen you got here Bitch, looks like runty cock makes plenty of money for you to spend, right now though, your Master is hungry and seeing how its now well past one o’clock. his Slave Bitch is gonna make him some lunch, like a sandwich and a coffee, after which you get down on your knees like I taught you, but this time under the table and sucking my cock, you got that bitch?’ said Willie pulling ever more severely on Kim’s hair. 

Fifteen minutes later and Willie sat at the large pine kitchen table enjoying his sandwich and coffee, whilst under the table, between the naked Willies legs, his slave Bitch, her Masters huge cock in her mouth, bobbed her head up and down the throbbing shaft whilst her hands, as Willie had stipulated, caressed his thighs from knees to his heavy balls.

Willie was more than pleased his bitch had run into the Kitchen for he realized its huge pine table would provide the perfect setting for the final act of sexual brutality he intended to inflict upon his bitch that day, an act he knew would just about guarantee the final capitulation of Mrs. Kim Turner, the beautiful blonde middle class housewife and mother of two, his beautiful blonde Slave Bitch.

Whilst Kim had nervously padded around her kitchen whilst preparing Willies snack, he himself had been busy searching the drawers and cupboards that made up the kitchen area and with his snack only half consumed, Willie busied himself by cutting of lengths of rope from the coil of spare washing line he had found under the kitchen sink

Kim, his ‘Bitch’ continuing her feverish homage to her ‘owners’ manhood, had of course seen the soft white corded rope her Master had deliberately left upon the table but could only speculate as to how he would put it to use when from above her, his voice came down.

‘Okay Bitch, that’s good, but its time you paid for running out on me in the bedroom.

Minutes later Willie gazed appreciatively down at his handiwork.

 Kim, her back lace lingerie contrasting delightfully against her tanned skin, lay crossways from stomach upward over the long narrow Pine kitchen table. Her Toes only just touching the floor and her ankles spread widely, Kim’s legs were tied at the ankles by the soft white rope to each of the table’s legs.

 Her bottom was now immobile and deliciously available, as to was Kim’s face, resting now upon the opposite edge of the table after Willie had tied her wrists in the same manner before tying off her wide spread arms to the opposite table legs.

‘Don’t go running on me now bitch’  taunted Willie, harshly slapping each  of  Kim’s bottom cheeks before leaving her to retrieve all the ‘toys’ and equipment left  in her bedroom earlier. 

.Downstairs again Willie first gagged his bitch with the ball gag retrieved from upstairs before setting up his Cameras and DVD cams around the kitchen.

Turning back to the lingerie clad figure of his Slave Bitch Kim, squirming against her bonds upon the kitchen table, Willie told her.  

‘Don’t want you annoying the neighbors with your screaming bitch!’ said Willie  landing a fearful open palmed spank upon one of Kim’s already sore and bruised bottom cheeks making Kim scream into her gag and rear up against her bondage in a futile effort to escape the inventible     

                                                   Chapter 11

‘You ever been fucked in the Ass bitch?’ sneered Willie whilst repeating his harsh violent punishment t the helpless Mothers buttocks, whilst between each spank running his fingers down and over Kim’s panty covered  cunt lips, nodding and smiling at the wetness  beginning to appear upon the lacy black material.

His slave Bitch though was shaking her head violently whilst shouting denials into the ball gag.

‘Oh my God no! not there, please god not there!  Cried Kim, no man had ever even touched her there or even seen that most private of areas!

 Kim realized her delicate lacy panties were being cruelly ripped away from her bottom and then Willie was removing the ball gag.

‘Aw, fuck the neighbors; let them hear your screams bitch’ Willie told her.

 Abruptly Kim was aware of his hands parting her shapely buttocks. Desperately she tried clenching her buttocks together to deny him, but the combination of her helpless position on the table and Willies strength resulted in the ‘owner’ easily parting Kim’s buttocks to reveal to him the glorious sight of the beautiful  thirty something blondes  virgin anus

‘Your gonna love this baby’ Willie told the sobbing mother who herself could feel something liquid now dripping between her buttocks as Willie leaned over her, dribbling spit  directly onto that wonderful little rosebud anus.

‘You are gonna beg me to fuck your Ass bitch and love every minute of it, you are gonna beg me to come in your Ass and let you clean my dick with your mouth afterward!’  

Kim Turner, beautiful thirty one year old housewife and mother of two, gripped the edge of the table she was bent over and cried out as Willie suddenly placed the throbbing purple head of his huge erection between her spread buttocks before resting it directly against her tiny Anus.  

Beneath him Kim froze in terror realizing she was about to be subjected to an act of sexual perversion she had hitherto deemed to repulsive to even speak of.

Then Willie, gripping the bitch’s buttocks ever tighter and pushing himself forward by the hips, slipped the head an inch into Kim’s slightly lubricated Anus.

‘Oh my God help me………….please nooooooooooo!’ she cried, thrashing helplessly against her bonds.

‘That’s it bitch, scream all you want, maybe we should get the neighbors in to watch!’

‘Oh God………..please…don’t do this……..please, take it out……….please take it out!’

 The tall tanned blonde, her large breasts squashed against the hard Pine of the kitchen table, face inches from the discarded lunch she had earlier been forced to prepare, screamed in pain and anguish as the huge erect penis pushed past her sphincter, entering her hitherto virgin anus.

‘Please…….don’t………..no more, it’s too big……….please I beg you!’ sobbed Kim only to be ‘rewarded’ by   thunderous slaps upon her left and right buttocks whilst the huge penis slowly slipped deeper into her Anus. 

‘Shut it, you fucking bitch, I told you you’re going to enjoy my meat up your ass Kim and that’s just what you’re getting’!

Abruptly Kim’s head was jerked back, she screamed again as the monster grabbed   her long blonde locks and pulled cruelly.

‘I told you before bitch, you please me, do as I tell you and you get to pick your Kids up from school………….or maybe I should leave you tied here with a cucumber up your ass instead of my cock and them go collect them myself , bring them home so they can play with mummy’s cucumber!’

‘Oh God……………….no. please………I’m sorry………I’ll be good for you’! , sobbed the terrified and humiliated Blonde Beauty, grimacing when her hair was pulled tighter still.

‘So tell me then Bitch, tell me what you want!’

‘I…….oh God, I..I beg you to shove your beautiful cock deep inside my ass Master; I want you to shoot your hot wad of come deep into my Ass then let me clean your cock with my mouth’ sobbed Kim, reciting his earlier demands of her word for word.

‘Just Make sure you just do as I fucking well told you bitch, like I said this is between just you and me, disobey you owner and I’m gonna leave you here until that runty husband comes home then I’ll tie him alongside you and fuck both your asses in turn and put the film in the internet, maybe send it to his bosses and your family, bitch!’

Kim could hardly believe her own ears but knew full well that after all she herself had been subjected to; this monster was quite capable of carrying out this threat. 

This was fantastic, decided Willie. Slipping his cock ever deeper into inside her Anus he could feel himself growing even bigger, even harder, what a fantastic Ass fuck the bitch had turned out to be, having been scarcely able to believe she was an Anal Virgin, he had taken plenty of time over this part of his planned assault, wanting to ensure his terrified sobbing victim would have his Anal destruction of her imprinted in her mind forever.  

 Eventually, through he mists of pain, Kim, feeling his hard balls squashing against her cunt lips, realized his throbbing penis could penetrate her no further, that she were coupled to her ‘owner’ in the most obscene manner possible, never had she even allowed her own husband to do so much as touch her there, in that place, but now a complete stranger had buried his awful penis deep inside the most secret part of her body.

Worse still though was feeling its huge girth become motionless deep inside her and knew that standing above her, her rapist was gloating over her, savoring his conquest of her, humiliating her in a manner she never previously thought possible, almost as if,… as if it was his way signifying his ‘ownership’ of her, which, Kim suddenly realized, he almost certainly did, for how on earth could she ever tell a living soul  about the indignities she had suffered at his hands already, let alone the shameful and utterly degrading thought of reliving her current humiliation.

‘You must not be so impatient Kim’ he chided her after slapping her buttocks again before reaching underneath the blonde housewife to take her Breasts in his hands and squeezing them cruelly

‘We’ve got plenty of time yet,  lets stay like this for a while and give you plenty of time to get used to having my cock in your Ass’ said Willie continuing to roughly squeeze both of Kim’s nipples, making her cry out in pain once again, before telling her.

‘Now bitch, start gripping my cock with your anal muscles, start fucking my cock, I want to feel you doing some work for a change!’

Almost unable to believe such additional degradations could heaped upon her, Kim crying and sobbing whilst pool of her tears grew upon the table top, squeezed her anal ring around the huge invading Penis whist pushing her buttocks back against him.  Her ‘owner’, sighing with pleasure, his conquest of her complete, released Kim’s breasts from his fearsome grip.

Leaning back a little and placing his hand upon Kim’s hips, Willie pulled out of her just! A little, soon smiling in pleasure and victory when the beautiful blonde mother beneath him pushed her Ass back until his cock was again buried up to the hilt inside her Anus.

Beneath him, the disconsolate and disgusted Kim, her Anus slowly becoming accustomed to its huge invader was shortly repeating this process; each time though, her Masters’ withdrawal came quicker and Kim, with no alternative speeded up her own actions, even though horrified by the realization she was in fact now fucking his cock with her own Anus.

‘That’s good bitch, keep doing that, I want to feel you fucking my cock, you’ve got to get used to it anyhow’! Said Willie. Beneath him though, his slave bitch was shaking her head in a denial that was less and less convincing   the more her Anus became accustomed to the huge invader that was Willies massive throbbing penis. For once again, unbelievably, Kim found her body responding to the merciless sexual assault the monster, her ‘owner’ was inflicting upon her. Kim knew she should be feeling nothing but disgust and revulsion at having her Anus treated this way   

Each thrust into her now well lubricated Anus bought Kim’s cunt lips into contact with the table’s edge, rubbing and massaging her clit into life and with her ‘Master’s hands returning to her nipples, this time to more gently caress them into huge erect rose buds, she began to feel once again those same electric shocks she had experienced earlier when her ‘owner’ had first fucked her. This time though, those incredible sensations were superseded by    onrushing pleasures such as Kim would have previously not thought possible.  

Every fiber of her being once more told Kim it was oh so wrong to feel this way but her bodily responses were not to be denied, soon she found herself gripping her anal muscles even tighter around her ‘owners’ throbbing Cock.

And her ‘Owner’ was indeed exactly that, for bent over and tied tightly to the table as she was with his massive cock spearing her Anus to its very hilt he could surely be nothing but Kim’s ‘owner’, trapping her as would  collector to a butterfly.

Standing above his trapped bitch, Willie had noticed the transformation. From horror and pain to sighing pleasure Kim, her nipples by now like rock hard little bullets was  gripping his cock tightly with her Anal muscles..

Kim gasped as Willie, moving one hand down from her nipples to between her widely spread legs, easily pushed two fingers between his bitches cunt lips and  then on into her sopping wet cunt itself

        ‘Jeez, you love it bitch, now I’m gonna show you how a real man fuck your Ass.’ ’ Willie told her beginning to move easily and regularly in and out of his bitches well lubricated Ass.

 Naively unaware of anal orgasms, Kim, gasping and moaning, could not understand what was happening. The combination of Willies fingers deep inside her cunt and his thumb caressing her clit button together with his enormous thrusting penis totally were creating spasms of erotic pleasure deep inside her Anus.  

Willie, all four fingers now thrusting in and out of his bitch’s cunt told her.

‘Tell me this is the best fuck you’ve ever had bitch, tell me!

‘Oh my God………Oh God…don’t stop….its the best fuck I’ve ever had….please don’t stop……it’s so good` cried Kim in spontaneous pleasure whilst her ‘owners’ cock continued to rhythmically work itself deep into and out of her anus until suddenly,  

Uncontrollable waves of pure lust swept through her entire body and Kim’s cunt and Anus, contracting against Willies penis both suddenly flooded with her juices.

Violently Kim pushed herself back onto her ‘owners’ cock which seemed to grow ever larger within her Anus as Willie, realizing his bitch was loving every single moment of her Anal destruction  thrust  in and out of  Kim with every greater urgency.

Minute’s later Willie hands left her cunt and nipples to clench her hips, pulling her back onto him as Kim, once again in the grip of multiple orgasms, became aware of her Master groaning in pleasure and telling her.

‘Here it comes bitch, I’m gonna fill your Ass with my seed’ said Willie, marveling again at the power he possessed, the combined power of his huge ten inch dick together with his remarkable capacity to inflict brutal domination upon women.

For the second time Willie was about to release all his pent up fantasies he had saved for this day, for his new slave bitch.

 This time though, instead being in the suburban kitchen of  a beautiful blonde housewife and mother, Willie saw them both upon the stage of the very special very private and very illegal ‘Domination Club’ he had so far not gained entry to, well, with this bitch on his collar and lead that would soon change.

 Willie pictured his Slave Bitch, displayed bound and naked before the clubs privileged and discerning audience whilst he, her owner and Master, demonstrated his repertoire of sadistic sexual skills upon her. 

Below him Kim, coming down now from her multiple orgasms felt the first strange unaccustomed splash of Willies hot seed shooting into her bowels

‘Look at her, look at the bitch,  the bitch is mine’  shouted Willie, my property, Slave Bitch Kim, only I  fuck her Ass, and no one fucks the bitch unless her owner gives his permission’ shouted Willie to his imaginary audience whilst shooting seemingly never-ending strands  of his hot seed into Kim’s  bowels.  

Willie was amazed to discover that even when sated his huge cock remained throbbing and erect, plugging Kim’s anus, preventing any of seed escaping her bowels whilst he continued to force the now quietly sobbing blonde beauty back upon him.

‘The best fuck you ever had bitch and the first of many, your mine now, my property, no one fucks Willie’s New Bitch without his say so!

Still coupled to Willie in what only minutes ago she would have regarded as the most obscene manner imaginable, Willie’s Slave Bitch Kim, both mind and body broken, was utterly indifferent to his words.

 Lying passive and exhausted upon her kitchen table whilst her Masters huge cock continued to jerk and spasm inside her anus, tears slipped again from her eyes onto the hard wooden surface as Kim silently acknowledged defeat, that her Master’s astonishing cock  brutally and irrevocably crushed from her any last remnants of resistance and it was wonderful!

                                              End of Part Two

                               Taskmaster11@hotmail.com

                                 Willie’s New Bitch

                                     Part Three

                    A continuing work of fiction for Adults only

                                     By Taskmaster

                                    Taskmaster11@hotmail.com

Kim Turner, beautiful blonde housewife and mother of two young children slipped back into bed, careful not to wake her sleeping husband. The sleeping tablet was slowly beginning to take effect, not before though Kim Turner’s tortured mind recalled how her ‘master’,  having eventually withdrawn his still rock hard huge penis from her Anus had walked around the table before placing the wet, shiny purple head before her lips.

Kim recalled her Master had said nothing, he had no need to. For Kim had simply pulled her bound body forward as best she could until, despite the knowledge it had just been removed from her Anus, taking the huge purple head between her lips to worship the gigantic organ that had provided her with more sexual excitement in the past couple of hours than she had experienced throughout her married life.

As she had licked and sucked the enormous giver of pleasure and listened to the orders her Master was giving her, Kim, although knowing it was all so wrong, so debased, decided she must re-compartmentalize her life.  Her wonderful husband and lovely children must never know of the degradations she suffered today, no matter what, even if it meant her ‘Master’ using her at will.

 For the utter shame and humiliation that would surely follow exposure of today’s terrible events would be too much for them to bear, more even than her own shame at, after all of her married life making love to a passive husband , she had today been forced to admit her long suppressed desire to be sexually dominated.

Kim knew her life would never be the same again; drifting of to sleep Kim slipped a hand over her hot puffy cunt lips, hoping it would not be too long before once again she was beaten and degraded, forced to submit to her new ‘owner’ and his magnificent cock .for Kim’s experiences that day had opened the flood gates to her subconscious desires and like a drug she wanted more. And wanted it now!

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A week later Willie sat in a dimly lit City Bar, astonished at the sight few tables away from where he sat at the Bar counter, of James Turner, His bitch’s husband sitting

Laughing and joking with a fellow customer.

His demeanor was far from that of a husband whose wife had only days ago been subjected to viscous beatings and sexual assaults, far from it indeed, because James  Turner was happily sharing a lunchtime drink with youth much younger than himself, normally an event of no particular importance after all the youth was probably a work colleague.

What had  gained Willies rapt attention  was that he could clearly see the younger mans hand, under the table delving into the trousers of James Turner, via the zipper James himself had just opened………………………………

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Willie knew he had broken his bitch.

 When finally departing she had been submissive and totally obedient, no flicker of her previous spirit remained.

So although not too concerned about repercussions, Willie had though decided it prudent to keep a low profile for a couple of days, the bitch could wait and worry, but he himself was not that concerned, after all, Willie had achieved everything and more that he had set out to achieve that day and if the Police did come calling he could easily prove the bitch was his willing partner

 But Willie had though followed her husband to the station for a couple of mornings and soon realized his bitch was obeying his demand that she would not tell a soul about his visit and It had been on the second morning of following James Turner the idea had come to Willie.

Sure he could control his bitch, there would be no problem there, and after all, the bitch had discovered she loved it, loved the beatings and forceful violent sex. The harder the better it seemed by multiple orgasms she produced.

 And Willie, having something of a lingerie fetish was pretty certain she would be obeying his declaration she would from now wear only black or scarlet red lingerie and  to   wear a bra only when her husband was with her.

She was to start that very afternoon and collect her kids from school wearing only the lingerie Willie had left her with, e.g., just her black garter belt and stockings on that hot sunny day!

Recalling that as he studied James from the Van, Willie realized he could well be a big problem for him for Willie had no intention of simply visiting, beating and then fucking his bitch whilst her husband was at work.

 Far from it, Willie fully intended to openly display the beautiful Slave Bitch Kim, where and whenever he desired and to do this would mean the bitch leaving her house  made up like a whore, dressed to thrill and spending whole nights away from her husband and kids, a sudden change of lifestyle not easy to explain to her husband!.

 James, Willie realized, was a good six inches shorter than himself and at least 50 pounds lighter, he knew that with his own propensity toward gratuitous violence he could easily subdue James Turner even if he were a martial arts man.

‘So why not make him my slave as well and enslave the fucking pair of them?’ thought Willie.

Although having no Gay tendencies the idea of stripping, beating, gagging and tying up her husband before his bitches eyes suddenly became very stimulating to Willie. Not only would it further humiliate his bitch but more importantly give him total control over both husband and wife. One thing only clouded Willies thoughts, why was his cock twitching to the idea of beating and gagging a naked man? Only if James Turner, even after suffering a beating turned out to be braver than Willie thought would there be a problem.

So Willie, having taken a couple of weeks sick leave, decided he would follow James into the city one morning if for no other reason to identify, as he had with his bitch, his movements and lifestyle,  first to the plush modern offices where once inside James had been treated with some deference by the doorman and reception staff. Willie, well dressed in suit and tie for the occasion had discreetly followed James far enough to realize he held a position of some authority before it became imprudent to further follow the unsuspecting husband of his Slave Bitch.

Waiting outside the building at lunchtime Willies patience was rewarded when James, exiting the office block strolled away in a haphazard fashion seemingly without purpose until, almost before Willie noticed, hurriedly walking down the steps of the cellar Bar in a quiet backstreet.

 It was there, in what Willie realized was a ‘gay bar’ he found the reason his Bitch Kim had been literally gagging to be fucked as brutally as Willie had fucked her. Her loving husband was a closet queen!

Willie could not believe his luck; everything was falling in place, right into his hands!

What he witnessed was obviously no one off lunchtime liaison for Willie, after carefully following the pair to an even quieter, dimmer recess of the gay bar spotted them indulging in a passionate mouth on mouth kissing session before James, dropping to his knees before the younger man, was soon working his lips and mouth around the youths hardened penis whilst having his hair ruffled by his partner.

Willie became aware he was not alone in watching this scenario, a Barman and another customer sitting in the darkness behind him and unaware of Willies real purpose in the Bar waved for him to join them, thinking him to be another Gay customer wishing to view the action.

Even though he had no gay inclinations Willie still found himself a little aroused by the Scenario before him for the younger mans pants  were by now around his ankles, he himself  sitting in a large leather swivel chair holding him by the head whilst James’s head bobbed up and down his erect yet rather smallish penis.

Eventually, unable to hold out any longer, the younger mans body suddenly stiffened and groaning he began filling James mouth with his semen. For his part James gulped, greedily swallowing every drop of the younger mans offering before cleaning the purple head with his tongue.

‘Thank you Sir’ Willie heard James say to the younger man then looked on in astonishment as he twice slapped James across the face.

‘So you should be you useless old queen, but you get no more of my juices until I get that pay rise you promised, until then forget it bitch and don’t even dream of having my cock in your Ass!’

‘Yes Sir, I shall see to it as soon as we get back to the office, I suppose I deserve to be punished for my neglect Sir’ replied James.

‘You’ll get your punishment bitch, ten strokes of the cane, but first you fix my pay rise!’

Willie had been barley able to contain his delight,

‘Just how lucky can a guy get?, first the bitch I choose turns out to be gagging for it, a raving masochist and now I find her husband is just the same, expect he’s an old queen!, well the old queen is going to get a hell of a lot more than ten strokes of the cane before I’m finish with him!’

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At the same time James beautiful blonde wife Kim was having her regular midweek lunch at her mother’s house on the other side of town from her own.

Looking at her it was not hard to see just from where Kim had got her natural beauty for her widowed mother Susan, even at 50 retained all of her own natural beauty, just as with her daughter Susan’s hair was long and blonde, her eyes blue and her figure only a little fuller than that of Kim, kept that way by regular trips to the local swimming pool.

‘What the matter darling, you seem miles away today’ Carol asked of the daughter she loved so much whilst Kim absently stirred her coffee.

‘Is everything ok at home, the kids? James?

Kim looked up to her mother, smiling wanly. Yet again her mind had drifted back to the previous week, to visions of the huge penis that now so easily controlled her emotions.

Why she had had not yet heard from him, her Master, she had complied with all his demands, even down to the lingerie she was to wear, or not to wear, as with today with only a tiny scarlet red thong below her light summer dress.

A thousand times Kim had asked herself why. Why she felt this all consuming desire to be psychically and sexually dominated. It was becoming like a drug to her, the longer she had to wait the she needed it. For the past week her cunt had been on fire, hot to the touch, her pussy lips puffy and throbbing. It was not Willie as such Kim so desired, she could barley recall his features although she remembered him being not unattractive.

No it was her Master, her owner, his physic and domination Kim so needed, His power over her, his capacity to subjugate her, his sheer wonderful brutality.

Somehow it was the most natural feeling in the world to be subjected to such awesome punishment, a wonderful all consuming price well worth paying before his enormous penis crammed and sealed her every orifice with its awesome power.

‘Of course Mother, really you worry about me to much, just thinking about the kids school holidays, James is driving them both to their summer camp on Sunday and staying overnight with his own mother, I shall miss both him and the kids of course.’

Susan wondered if this were true, was her daughter really that happy with James? Sure he had given her two adorable children but Susan’s intuition had always told her something about James was not quite right. For one thing he had never even looked at her as anything other than his mother in law; certainly she had never seen him admiring her body, not even when Susan had deliberately walked in on James wearing only her black bra and thong.  Susan knew she still had tits to die for, better even than her daughters who herself she noted, appeared not to be wearing a bra. Her legs were not bad either, so why had her son in law not even given her a second glance?

No, something was not right with her daughter but could not be too bad for Susan had rarely seen such a glitter to Kim’s eyes and her whole demeanor radiated elation.

Had her daughter taken a lover? Well, if so good for her. With all the attention James gave her of late it would come as no surprise to Susan who not for the first time wondered if her son in law had homosexual tendencies.

‘Poor Baby, I’ll come round after six on Saturday before I go and visit my friend Sarah

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Having seen more than enough, Willie had not bothered to follow James home from the city.  After their liaison in the Gay Club both men had parted company at the door and Willie had followed the younger man back to the office block of James.

Willie had all he needed and decided to make his way back to the suburbs, all that was now required was a plan of action for the subjugation of James Turner, Willie had no regard for blackmail and was proud that so far he had not needed to use it via the DVD film and photos as a hold over his slave bitch. Indeed it would have led only to a serious lack of respect from his bitch, better by far the respect to be gained through sheer brutality and fear.

James though may need to be reminded of his lunchtime dalliances, but only after being first subjected to Willies special sexually humiliating brand of male on male violence.

In the event Willie decided great fun could be had by keeping husband and wife as ‘separate’ slave for the time being. He needed entry the following week to the very special very exclusive domination club and easier by far would be having James agree to allow him to take his wife out for ‘a drink and chat’ without of course James being aware his Wife had already been enslaved by Willie. The finer details he could fill in later.

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Friday, late afternoon, golf afternoon, and James, his game not that bad today meant a drink in the bar, he had a long day on the Saturday, driving the kids to camp and knew Kim wouldn’t mind him being a little late.

 Later, placing his clubs into the rear of his SUV James neither heard nor saw Willie behind him in the deserted car park and the thick rubber piping crashed down upon the back of his neck with crunching finality.

 An hour and a sniff of smelling salts and James slowly came round to find he was lying naked on the rough floor of some outbuilding. Looking around whilst Rubbing his sore neck, wondering where his clothes were and just who had removed them, his eyes finally came to rest upon the large smiling figure of Willie lounging against the rough timber door.

James first reaction was to cover his genitals with both hands

‘What the hell is going on here’ he demanded of Willie after struggling to a standing position

‘Who are you? Where are my clothes? Why have you done this to me? You can’t keep me here like this’

‘You can leave anytime you wish Jimmy boy; your clothes are outside, all you gotta do is push me out of the way then  walk through the door I’m leaning on and put them back on’ replied Willie who in fact had taken James in his SUV no further than a disused club outhouse.

Still reeling from the blow on his head and wondering why his tormentor was calling him ‘Jimmy’, the confused bewildered James tried to focus his attention on the large muscular figure in the doorway. Leaving aside all of his questions still needing an  answer, James realized that even fully fit he would probably be no match for the figure in the doorway, but  his Nakedness left him feeling vulnerable and embarrassed, just as Willie had known it would. How could a naked frightened man overpower someone so obviously relishing the opportunity to humiliate him?

‘Look Buddy, just step aside will you’ He rather lamely told Willie who himself simply smiled back at him shaking his head.

‘You gotta beat me first jimmy boy’

James knew what he had to do, moving faster than he had ever before he rushed at Willie, head down, hoping to butt him in the soar plexus.

But before he even got near Willie a sharp pain exploded in his head. Willies lightening fast reaction sent a crushing full fisted punch to the side of James head to leave him naked and sprawling flat out on hard stone floor. Looking up at his tormentor now standing over him, James was horrified to see Willie, standing between his outspread legs, holding a riding crop, the same crop, known to James of course, Willie had used to beat and subjugate own wife. Now Willie thought it a neat idea to use the very same crop on his bitches’ husband.

‘Hey Jimmy, not much of a dick you got there’ teased Willie flicking at James small limp penis with the crop, causing James to cover his genitals with both hands only to find Willie bring the crop down upon one of his nipples.

James, screaming in genuine pain complied fearfully when Willie told him to place his hands together behind his neck

‘You’re gonna do exactly as I tell you Jimmy boy or your little pecker here is gonna be useless in future’ said Willie once again flicking James dick with the crop.

‘Understand me?’

James, visibly trembling, nodded his head, if only he knew what this monster wanted from him but he dared not ask. It couldn’t be cash, after all the guy would be long gone by now.

And call me Sir, you got that?’

‘Yes Sir’ said James, who wasn’t going to argue with whatever the guy told him

‘You married Jimmy?’ asked Willie who then watched James fearfully nod in affirmation. ‘Yes Sir’

‘Kids?’ how many?  ‘Two, look, please, let me go, I’ve gotta take them to summer camp tomorrow Sir, it’s a long overnight drive’

So suddenly life became a lot easier for Willie, tomorrow night the bitch was alone, well, that’s what she and her faggot husband may think!

‘I’ll let you go when I’m good and ready Jimmy boy, now turn over and get on your hands and knees’

‘Oh God, the guys going to fuck me’ thought James hoping Willie had a condom with him as Willie forced his hands behind his back and secured them together with the cuffs used on his wife, giving James no option but to place his chin on the floor to hold himself in his kneeling position, his Ass high and vulnerable.

Just how wrong James assumption about Willie raping him was soon became clear as Willie began whipping James’s Ass with the riding crop.

‘Listen you fucking faggot, I know all about you and the young boy in your office, now keep still or you’re getting much worse than this!’

Willie told the amazed and shocked and pained James trying to squirm away from the vicious punishment.

‘Now count each fucking stroke Jimmy boy and call me Sir each time’

For a good ten minutes Willie subjected James to the very same punishment inflicted upon his wife a couple of weeks previously. Whipping his Ass, back, thighs and legs in turn whilst happily hearing James count each stroke

‘49 Sir’

 ‘50 Sir and so on whilst all the time Willie kept up a tirade of verbal abuse.

‘You want me to tell your wife and kids what a faggot you are Jimmy?’

No Sir, please Sir, don’t do that, I’ll do anything you tell me but don’t do that!’

Music to willies ears of course but by now Willie was fighting emotions of his own.

Never before had he done this to another Male but Willie could now see James was obviously getting excited by this punishment, was the guy’s dick now quite visibly erect.

 Willie, his own dick stirring, was fighting the temptation of having the naked James suck him off, for such was his power over his bitches husband he knew James would not hesitate to carry out Willies instruction.

Willie though, deciding he wanted James’s wife far more than him finally told James

‘You faggot Jimmy, your dicks hard, you loving it, tell me you love it Jimmy’

‘Yes Sir, oh God, I love it, please Sir, let me play with myself’

Willie, knowing he now he absolute control over his bitches husband reached down to remove the handcuffs from the trembling James then grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing James head round  toward his face.

‘Okay faggot, turn over and play with yourself, before you do though, you’d better remember this, I now own you , you do anything and everything I say, without fail, your my slave faggot, one word or deed out of place and I beat the shit out of you, you got that Jimmy’. For good measure Willie, still gripping his hair, landed four fearful open palmed spanks upon each of James’s exposed buttocks to further undermine and humiliate his Bitches husband. 

‘Oh god, yes sir I’m your Slave faggot’ replied James who in truth really had enjoyed being whipped so viscously before turning over onto his back then playing with his small erect penis before the DVD cam that had captured the entire episode.

‘Now kiss this fucking whip and tell me what you are Jimmy boy’

“Your Slave faggot Sir, I’m your Slave faggot, I’ll do anything you tell me!’ 

Eventually released after ‘Sir’ had watched him bring himself off, a painful frightened James drove home, still no wiser as to why he had been kidnapped by him, perhaps the guy just got off on inflicting pain, whatever the truth though, James knew he would keep his mouth shut and do whatever ‘Sir’ told him to.

 Not only did the guy scare the shit out of him but James was terrified his lunchtime assignations would get back to Kim, and James, although no longer sexually aroused by his beautiful wife was terrified of losing his Job, his family and his position in the community, but to James although he knew it was wrong and stupid, his obsession was like a drug but his lovely wonderful wife and mother of his kids was just too naïve to understand his craving to be dominated and used by young men.

 James who could no more discuss this problem with Kim any more than admit to her his long held erection inducing fantasy of Kim being stripped, beaten and then brutally anal  raped by a violent man such as ‘Sir’. Was of course totally unaware ‘Sir,’ driving in the opposite direction, was already making plans to do just that, and more to his beautiful wife.

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The following day at Eight in the evening, an hour after taking the call from James telling her the kids were safely at summer camp and he himself at his mothers for the night, Kim, after seeing her mother out of the house and relaxing in a hot bath, thought again of how strange and quiet James had been since getting home late from his golf the previous evening.

 Suddenly though she was astonished to see the bathroom door opened.

Standing there smiling, looking down at the naked blonde housewife stood the man who had never been out of her thoughts since he had  so recently  humiliated , beaten and raped  her.

‘Oh my God, how did you get in here’ the shocked Kim asked of Willie.

‘Never mind how I got in here bitch;   get your lazy fucking ass outer here’

 Was all Willie said before gripping Kim’s wet hair before hauling her dripping naked body from the bathtub and dragging her upon her bottom across the tiled floor into her bedroom, there to throw the terrified blonde beauty sprawling across the thick white carpet.

‘Now greet your owner properly bitch, get up on your knees’

Shock panic and confusion fought for supremacy in her terrified mind as, water dripping from her body, Kim found herself obediently struggling to raise herself onto her knees and place interlocked hands upon her head.

 How did Willie get in the house? How did he know she was alone?

Now you can kiss what I know you been missing since I was last here bitch, but first you gotta beg your owner for it!’

And although Kim had indeed missed her Masters massive throbbing cock, whilst almost instinctively obeying Willie by begging he allow her to kiss his beautiful cock, she dared not admit this to him wanting to at least retain a little dignity.

Even though he had studied the DVD and pics of his Slave bitch all week, Willie was still pleased to find he found Kim Turner, even with dripping wet hair and body, to be as beautiful as he had thought when he first set eyes on her  

Soon Willies pants and jockeys lay in a pool upon the Carpet and Kim once again held that wondrous throbbing cock in both hands and, much to Willies pleasure, with unthinking obedience soon. Began licking and sucking on her Master’s giant organ, bobbing her head up and down with a passion and undisguised ecstasy, at last she had this wonderful giver of pleasure in her hands once more and it felt so good!.

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Willie knew that with her husband now under his control he now effectively owned both husband and wife. ‘Jeez’ thought Willie, ‘if the older look alike I’ve  just seen leaving the bitches house turns out to be her Mother then I could even  take her as well, I’ll get her address and check that bitch out sometime’

With both ‘Jimmy’ and her kids away, Willie, knowing his bitch was alone for the night had decided  now was the best time to introduce his bitch to the ‘special club’.

Sure this was only the second time the bitch had met her new owner, but as the club met only one Saturday each month Willie decided tonight would have to be the night. She may not know it yet but tonight the beautiful and refined Mrs. Kim Turner was about to discover just how far down the road to depravity her new owner was willing to take her’ thought Willie.

It didn’t take long for Willie had been saving himself for his bitch since his first visit and five minutes later he was pumping hot spurting strands of his semen down Kim’s receptive throat, so much so that, unable to swallow it all, the overflow soon began leaking from her mouth and over her chin to fall in droplets upon her naked breasts.

Kim who been amazed to find herself also achieving orgasm by simply enjoying her Masters cock in her mouth swallowed every drop of the viscous liquid, even poking out her tongue to catch the droplets from her chin before eventually cleaning the still erect and bulbous purple head whilst staring up in awe toward her ‘owner’, forgotten was the humiliation and pain of being dragged from her bath by the hair into her bedroom, forgotten also the strange sense of disappointment at not being dressed properly to greet her Master. All that mattered was his colossal penis still throbbing in her mouth.

“Okay Bitch, enough of that’ said Willie pulling himself away from his bitches mouth and striding across to the bed. To collect a small case.

‘Back into the Bathroom Bitch, get your make on like you did last time and dress yourself with the stuff in the case, you’ve got fifteen minutes or  I  drag you out and beat the shit out of you!’

On her hands and knees, just as she knew she should, Kim crawled across toward the bathroom, between her teeth the small case Willie had placed there before eventually, in the semi privacy of the bathroom opening the case to discover its contents consisted, not just of a set of the sheerest sexiest Red lingerie Kim had ever seen complete with quarter cup bra and all in her size, but also a scarlet red mini dress that would certainly leave little of nothing to ones imagination as to what lay beneath plus a pair of the highest heeled black shoes she had ever worn.

‘Well’ smiled Kim. ‘My Master appears to want to enjoy his bitch all dressed up, well, why not,  if I’m to be beaten and fucked again in my own bedroom at least I shall look good for him’ she giggled, not even thinking of her husband.

Fifteen minutes later Willie’s Bitch emerged on hands and knees from the bathroom looking more beautiful and devastating than she had ever thought possible. Even Willie’s heart skipped a beat after telling his bitch to stand, hands on head whilst he inspected her. Her face was made up just as he wanted her, like a high class whore with plenty of deep red lipstick.

‘Collar and Lead Bitch, fetch them’ Willie eventually told Kim after studying the vision of pure mature beauty before him dressed to thrill anyone in the short red dress with its matching lingerie and black seamed stockings that fitted the bitch perfectly.

 Its hem halfway her thighs,smooth and clingy over her great ass., slightly clinched around the waist and showing off her great tits with the bitches big nipples well on display thanks to the quarter cup bra. “jeez’ thought Willie, this bitch could have been a top model and made a pile of dough, still, she may not know it yet but she’s going to still make a pile of dough……but all for him!

The whole outfit, the sizes of which Willie had ascertained before leaving the previous week, had cost him an arm and leg but he would get that back from his new slave Jimmy………and of course there was the money his bitch would earn him tonight!

Minutes later Kim stood before her ‘Owner’ collar and lead fitted and feeling sexier than ever before, the matching red ball gag she was not so happy about, it smudged her makeup, nor was she enamored with the cold steel handcuffs securing her wrists behind her back, but the wonderful throbbing between her legs and the anticipation of the beatings to come and the fucking that would follow made up for any disquiet.

So when Willie ordered his bitch downstairs Kim thought nothing of it, after all, she was dressed to entertain, but then she was being guided through the kitchen door and into the integral garage where, to Kim’s amazement, Willies little white van sat, waiting.

To no avail Kim fearfully shook her head and mumbled protests into the ball gag whilst Willie half carried, half walked his bitch, stumbling upon the ridiculously high heeled shoes, toward the waiting Van, eventually to be carried inside and place upon a special seat Willie had devised where, after being strapped in with her dress riding high around her stocking clad thighs, Willies bitch   looked up at her owner with horrified eyes when her told her

‘Time you started earning me some money bitch, were going to a special club tonight where I get to beat and fuck you in front of an audience!’

Thirty minutes later Willie stopped the white Van beside a couple of guys guarding the entrance to a large drive in garage. Turning round to the terrified Blonde beauty in the rear of his Van, Willie told her.

‘You’d better behave bitch, do that and I look after you, but any disobedience and I let anyone here tonight beat and fuck you, you understand me bitch?’

Kim, holding back her tears, nodded in terrified agreement, a bit of fun at home had been one thing, but this was another horrifying matter altogether, did her Master really intend to beat and fuck her before an audience? Oh god, what if someone recognized her!’

One of the guards was leaning against the driver’s door.

‘Bitch slave Kim and owner’ stated Willie.

The guard flicked a torch over the plainly terrified bound and gagged blonde beauty but then, merely matching her face with a file in his hand, told Willie.

‘Okay, drive through that door over there then take your bitch up in the lift to the second floor, someone will meet you there,’

Then added jeez buddy, I sure wish I could have some of that bitch in the back though!

Kim, already having endured a nightmare journey bound and gagged inside the small van where she could surely, should anyone look in the window, she could be recognized at any time as she was driven toward an unknown destination, was staggered to hear this interchange, but as see looked at the guard with pleading eyes and mumbled protests, the guard told Willie.

‘Yeh, that’s one shit scared bitch you got there buddy, and she aint even inside yet!’

Willie just laughed on drove on.

Just as the guard had stated, Willie and his bitch were met by another man as the lift doors opened on the second floor after Willie, simply throwing Kim over his shoulder after getting her out of the parked Van had carried her into the adjacent lift, where, smoothing down Kim’s rumpled Dress Willie told her.

‘Just remember what I said bitch, do as you are told and keep your fucking mouth shut, got it?’   The frightened housewife, hoping   her owner would also be her protector once again looked at Willie with pleading eyes but none the less also nodded her head in agreement.

Willie, good to see you again’ said a tall well dressed middle aged  man with long graying hair as he stepped from the lift whilst tugging his bitch be collar in a gesture that meant Kim should follow him.

‘Good to see you too Mr. err Smith, as you can see I’ve bought my slave, Slave Bitch Kim, along as promised’ said Willie before, at Mr. Smiths bidding, leading Kim away from the lift area and following his host into a large lounge area where two other men stood, both holding a leash connected to their own ‘Slaves’ who where both kneeling upon the thick carpet. As with Kim both women, each probably in their early twenties were cuffed and gagged, if either saw Kim they showed no sing of it as both women had their heads bowed their eyes to the floor.

‘Well, a fine looking bitch she is Willie’ said Mr. ‘Smith’ eventually, whilst studying the clearly embarrassed Kim from tip to toe. ‘And certainly well turned out, may I?’

‘Mrs. Smith,’ placing a finger upon Kim’s nipple began, after Willie had said ‘of course,’ to run his fingertip around the nipple under Kim’s red satin dress.

‘But as you can see Willie, she has some competitors for the main prize tonight, so are you a good Slave for your owner Slave Bitch Kim?’

Kim, unable to believe what was happening to her wanted to shake her head in protest, wanted the gag removed so she could tell this man  her ‘Master’ had all but kidnapped her to bring her here, that the whole thing was crazy, she was a loving wife and mother, not a sex object.

 But, not only was Kim mindful of her Masters words, she was also becoming aroused be Mr. Smith’s expert fingering of her nipples through the dress, Kim nodded in agreement, she was a good slave.

‘Good, have you had the bitch marked as yours yet Willie’

‘No, to be honest I’ve only owned her for a couple of weeks Mr. Smith and I’ve still to sort the husband out on the matter’

 This last remark was a lie of course but Willie didn’t want his bitch to know her husband was now also his slave just yet, and Willie, his confidence sky high with his subjugation not only his bitch Kim but now also her husband, thought marking her by tattoo or even branding may devalue the bitch should he decide to sell her on. Something he thought may be a good idea after she had made him a good deal of money, perhaps even as a double with Jimmy to a wealthy dominant couple, something he had heard was a well established occurrence in the S & M scene.

Then Willie thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Smith.

‘As you have been told Willie, the host for the evening gets to test the Bitches before they go on stage, I’ve already tested these two earlier Willie, now I’m ready to go again  so, lets see just how obedient your bitch really is Willie, on your knees please my dear’

Already shocked by the words ‘stage’ ‘and ‘test’, being told to get on her knees hit Kim like a thunderbolt, oh God, this man was obviously expecting her to suck his cock and, although he had said nothing, her owners hand was behind her back, pushing down on her handcuffs in an obvious gesture Kim should immediately comply to Mr. Smiths demand.

For Willie this was the first of the nights ‘tests’ for his bitch.

 Although this ‘Domination’ club was a lesser venue than the exclusive invitation only club that could net him big money, tonight’s venture would provide valuable experience and training for his bitch before ‘the big one where his bitch could earn Willie real money

And, if she were to prove as obedient as Willie hoped, she could well earn him a useful couple of grand  in prize money plus whatever was donated in the ‘lottery’ the drawing of lots, the winner of which  allowed his own impromptu stage show with the Winning owners bitch.

Kim new full well she had no choice in the matter, to disobey her owner would probably invite a  very severe beating, probably a public one, the like of which she had no desire to experience and so, with some difficulty, given her hands were cuffed behind her back and the height of her heel, Kim sank to her knees before Mr. Smith, whose cock, when produced, was not that far short of matching her owners in size and Kim found herself wondering why she had allowed herself to be satisfied with her husbands much smaller cock for so many years, despite him being such a loving husband.

Perhaps it was her fear of her owner, perhaps fear of Mr. Smith, perhaps, if Kim were to admit it, the adrenalin rush from earlier, in the Van when to her astonishment she found herself growing ever more excited as the evening unfolded, the excited apprehension at the though she may been seen in her Masters Van, the anxiety of being kidnapped and transported to an unknown destination, her excitement and fear of the unknown when hearing the guard talking to her owner.

Perhaps it was a combination of all things that made Willies Bitch wrap her lips around Mrs. Smiths erect cock and give him the best blow job possible without the use of her hands as , with her tongue relentlessly wrapped around its bulbous head Kim energetically bobbed her head up and down the throbbing meaty shaft.

Certainly Mr. Smith must have though so, for despite the attentions of the other two Slaves earlier, Mr. Smith, fingers entwined in Kim’s long blonde hair was soon groaning in pleasure to her oral ministrations before, minutes later pulling his huge throbbing cock from between Kim’s lips, holding it a foot away from the surprised Kim’s mouth., telling her ‘Keep that fucking mouth wide open’

‘Okay bitch, her it comes’ groaned Mr. Smith as Kim, for the fist time in her life saw juices erupting from a cock and heading straight toward her open mouth. Willies Bitch soon felt the hot salty semen coating the inside her mouth and sliding down her throat before Mr. Smith performed his party trick of jetting strands of semen all over her face, covering Kim’s mouth, nose, eyes and cheeks with his hot viscous liquid.

‘That’s the way to treat a bitch Willie, now take her to the ladies room, get her cleaned up before she goes into the parade ring for her ‘viewing’, still, Willie, I can tell you your Bitch has won the first of tonight’s events, she gives great head, you have a very obedient and well trained bitch here Willie, my congratulations!’

Her face splattered with this stranger’s semen and apprehensive at just what humiliations she would be further subjected to in the ‘Parade Ring’, Kim could only wonder why she also felt a strange sense of pride at Mr. Smith’s final comment whilst Willie led her to the ladies room

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                                            End of Part Three

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                                   A Work of Pure Fiction Only

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                                   Willie’s New Bitch

                                     Part Five

              A Continuing Story for Adults Only by Taskmaster

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Willie, ignoring the naked bound and gagged curvaceous woman lying on her bed, pulled open various drawers and closets, throwing into a monogrammed hold all he had found in her closet, most of the things he thought  the woman would need for a  for a week or so away.

 Lingerie, a couple of tiny cocktail dresses, stiletto heel shoes, make up, lipsticks & hair brushes all went into the bag along with her cell phone whilst Susan Richards, the beautiful mother of  Kim, lay watching the casual, unhurried figure of Willie with utter stunned bewilderment………………………………….

Only minutes beforehand Susan, naked after her bath, had completed applying make up and was just about to dress when to her alarm, she saw the relaxed, smiling, burly figure of Willie standing just inside her bedroom, studying her naked body and in his hand s a small bag containing, unseen be Susan Richards, a pair of handcuffs, roll of electrical tape and some white rope.

Susan’s first terrified jumble of thoughts were to first believe the young man must be a housebreaker and then to remember she was standing there totally naked.

‘What the hell! Who the hell are you! get out of my house!’

 Was Susan’s initial response whilst desperately looking around for a robe or towel?

 But caught as she was in the centre of her large bedroom, neither was to hand reducing Susan to covering her Breasts and pubic area with arms and hands whilst vainly trying to outstare the smiling eyes of her intruder.

When no reply was forthcoming, Susan all too aware of her nudity screamed out.

‘Get out! Get out, get out of my house; I’m calling the police this instant!’

With that Susan turned and ran toward the bedside telephone, grabbing the robe lying there, trying in desperation to put it on whilst tapping out the emergency number on the telephone before belatedly realizing the dial tone was missing, unaware that Willie, now striding toward Susan had earlier cut the line downstairs.

Still though Willie had said nothing when reaching the panic stricken lovely 50 year old mother of his slave Bitch Kim, instead his strong hands ripped away the robe with which Susan was so frantically trying to cover herself, in the process half falling onto the bed, trapped between it and Willie.

Willie’s silence, terrifying Susan all the more, caused her to begin screaming as loud as she could, still though Willie remained silent, happy in the knowledge it was highly improbable anyone would hear Susan’s screams.

His answer was to easily flip the naked Susan onto her stomach, pull back her arms and pinion her wrists together before snapping the cold steel handcuffs over both wrists.

Releasing her, Willie looked down at the still beautiful, naked Susan squirming around the bed like an eel, hopelessly trying to shrug her wrists free of the handcuffs whilst screaming abuse and threats to her captor who then reached down again, this time to flip Susan onto her back. Suddenly her eyes widened in terror as Willie leaned over her and seconds later Susan’s screams were silenced by the wide gray electrical tape Willie pushed over her mouth and cheeks.

A length of white rope secured around the wriggling Susan’s ankles completed the bondage leaving the beautiful blonde mother of Kim Turner silent and helpless, able,

Only with growing apprehension, to watch and wonder why the burly figure of the young stranger was packing her clothing and other items into his bag.

This, Susan soon worked out, was not the work of a housebreaker, why was he stealing her clothes, shoes and other things? What was he going to do with them? What was he going to do to her? And why oh why did he not say something!

Minutes later Susan watched her captor zipping up the hold all bag then place it by the bedroom door.

 Her semi relief was short lived and turned to real fear as Willie strode back across to the bed, his eyes taking in every inch of Susan’s still beautiful naked body before reaching down toward her.

‘Oh god, please let it be quick’ pleaded Susan, fearing the worst, only though to be taken completely by surprise when lifted by Willie’s strong arms and thrown over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift.

Such was the shock of this development; Susan remained utterly passive whilst Willie carried the naked woman out of her bedroom, along the landing and down the stairs before laying his captive upon a soft rug just by the front door to the house, where she lay in trembling fearful anxiety whilst Willie returned upstairs to collect and return with the Hold all bag.

Leaving the captive woman to squirm around on the rug, Willie, after checking for certain no one was around in the quiet rural area, walked out of Susan Richards’s house and took the few paces to where his white Van was parked in front of the doorway, there to sling the hold all bag onto the passenger seat before opening the rear tailgate.

Once again Susan found herself over Willies shoulder as he then carried the naked mature beauty the short distance outside before lowering her into the back of his van, on her back and onto another soft rug before connecting the handcuffs to a short length of chain, ensuring the terrified naked woman only a very limited amount of mobility.

Her immediate fear of imminent rape receding, Susan’s thoughts turned to the only other possibly, that she were for some crazy reason being abducted by this silent stranger.

Why? Why? Why? Why me? Where is he taking me? What will happen when I get there?

All questions Susan could neither ask nor expect a reply to as Willie returned to the Van after, satisfied his naked captive was secure in the Van, he had returned to the house, tidying Susan’s rumpled bed and ensuring all had been left neat and tidy in the house whilst marveling at the stupidly of his bitches Mother for leaving a kitchen window unsecured whilst she took her bath, thus enabling Willie to easily enter the house without having  to resort to the brutal tactics he had used on Susan’s daughter Kim when first entering her own house.

Finally she realized the Van was moving, Susan had never known such terrified apprehension.

How was it possible that someone could just walk right into her own home and without a word abduct her like this, uncaring of her nakedness?

Frantically Susan tried to think of any reason she should be treated this way, there were none, had she upset anyone? Of course not, certainly not enough to deserve depraved and ruthless treatment such as this.

As the Van made its way along, Susan’s sense of trepidation only increased.

To be bound gagged and Abducted was in itself more than her mind could cope with, but to be totally naked and vulnerable as she was only made things 100 times worse in her mind, for it meant this was certainly no prank or stupid practical joke being played on her.

Her Captors silence added immeasurably to Susan’s horror and sense of vulnerability. Words, even if only harsh words can offer a sense of comfort but for Susan Richards there was neither……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

An hour and a half later the naked beautiful mature body of Susan Richards, the electrical tape gag now replaced by the Bondage Ball Gag he used on Susan’s daughter Kim, hung suspended from one on the newly installed beams in the cellar of Ben Harris’s summer house by the beach.

From her position Susan, the terror in her eyes undiminished could only gaze around in abject horror whilst studying the various implements of bondage equipment dotted around each of the three sides of the room Susan was able to see. A Cage made of black steel bars complete with tiny entrance door, A Bondage Cross, Horizontal Steel bars, rows and rows of Assorted whips, canes, paddles, Cuffs, gags and all manner of ‘Toys’ hung from hooks.

The centre of the cellar was now dominated by a large upholstered leather form of Bed complete with metal frames at each end holding all manner of cuffs……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

After the hour long journey had ended outside the beach house, the still silent Willie first slipped a blindfold over Susan’s eyes before carrying the naked beauty, mumbling protests into the gag and kicking her legs as best she could, over his shoulder into the house, then down to the cellar.

 Without a single word of explanation or comfort Willie fitted one of the terrified Susan’s wrists into a leather cuff attached to a rope and hook he lowered from a ceiling beam, before removing the steel handcuffs.

Blindfolded, gagged and with her ankles tied together Susan could offer no resistance before the miniscule moment of possible rebellion was extinguished as Willie then secured a second leather wrist cuff before raising the hook via a rope pulley, stretching Susan’s arms much as he had done to her daughter a week ago in the Bondage Club until his bitches Mother, arms stretched to the limit, was reduced to standing on tip toe.

‘Like mother like daughter’ thought Willie, smiling at his little joke whilst removing the blindfold , then Willie’s was broader still when standing back to admire the naked mature beauty and Susan’s horrified facial expression as she witnessed for the first time the dungeon like cellar created by Ben Harris just for the mother of Willies slave bitch Kim.

And as Susan began to violently shake her head and scream unheard protests into the leather ball gag between her lips, Ben Harris sat in an upstairs study viewing every moment of the action through a video link, his cock already hard and throbbing as he for the first time witnessed the naked, terrified yet statuesque mature suspended beauty that was Susan Richards, the woman who Ben decided, had so humiliated and insulted him before his peers at the golf club that she must be made to pay for her disrespect. 

‘Well, the bitch is going to pay all right, by this time next week the she will have been trained to understand her real place in life is to crawl to me on her hands and knees and beg me to fuck her ‘decided Ben., casually stroking his rock hard dick through his pants as he watched Willie causally striding across to the rack of assorted whips and canes hanging on the wall directly opposite the naked and fearful Susan Richards.

If Susan had thought things could not get much worse she was very much mistaken as, with eyes widening in terror she watched her silent abductor select what she would soon learn to recognize as a ‘cat o nine tails’ from the wall rack opposite her then turn toward her, staring at her Naked body with the totally relaxed and unconcerned expression of one who knows he was in utter and complete control of the situation, the lion standing over its defeated pray deciding just which part of the body it would begin to feast upon first.

Willie was in fact comparing Mother and Daughter. Both were beauties that was for sure, although the Mother was just that bit heavier in those parts that mattered but Willie, who had been amazed and impressed at the work Ben Harris had carried out on the cellar, thought the comparison would be easier still if both Bitches, mother and daughter, were hung there before him, certainly it would happen sooner or later, after his bitch’s mother had been trained to accept her new position in life……………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Willie’s Slave Bitch Kim, herself at that moment tending  flowers in the back yard was of course completely unaware of her Mother’s current predicament, her husband James the previous evening having told Kim her Mother had rung whilst she was out shopping.

James had told Kim her Mother Susan would be away visiting an old friend for a week or so, the friend had rung out of the blue inviting Susan to join her on her boat for a while and that, the weather being as good as it was, Susan had decided to take up her friends surprise offer.

 She was leaving straight away and would Kim and James please keep an eye on the house whilst she was away.

A complete fabrication bought about by James finding himself once again at the mercy of his nemesis Willie after being bundled into the rear of the Van whilst returning home one evening, the to once again sample Willie’s brutality once again. 

Eventually Willie, who had over the past days monitored the movements of his Bitches Mother much the same as he had Kim, had told the terrified James exactly the story he was to regale to Kim, James could only wonder at the purpose of all this, but, as long as he and his wife were so seemingly safe from this thug, his concern for his mother in law was only fleeting, for since the episode in the house when it seemed to James she was deliberately flaunting herself toward him their had been no love lost between Mother in law and Son in law.

Kim, Although a little surprised that her Mother had not found the time to speak to her herself and knowing her Mother was a keen sailor, had none the less accepted his story without question, telling James she would check her Mothers house the following afternoon

Nobody then was going to wonder about the sudden disappearance of Susan Richards. Certainly not her neighbors who would see her daughter Kim in and out of the house and unwittingly ready to inform them her Mother was away on a sailing voyage!

That had been the purpose of Willie packing some of Susan’s things in the hold all, for Kim, when checking her Mother’s house would easily spot the absence of most of her Mothers make up and perfumes and perhaps even check her dresses.

Certainly with the house left locked and tidy Kim would spot nothing amiss…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

So Willie’s confidence as he stood before the trembling Susan Richards admiring her naked mature beauty was absolute whilst Susan Richards watched in horrified fascination as Willie ,With one hand holding the  cat o nine tails,  pressed a button upon a little gadget  he now held in his other hand..

Suddenly, via a  remote control Ben had installed, the winch holding Susan’s arms via the rope and pulley began slowly turning until the horror-struck beauty’s body was slowly but surely lifted from the floor until her scrabbling feet could no longer touch the ground, leaving the beautiful naked Susan Richards swaying slightly a good 10 inches off the floor, her vertical arms either side of her pain filled but lovely face as she grunted and groaned into the ball gag, her eyes seemingly pleading  for Willie to end her nightmare and let her down.

But Willie had not even yet begun. Under the lustful watchful eyes of Ben Harris in his study, Willie then laid three strokes of the ‘cat’ upon his captive. The first was upon Susan’s thighs. The second upon her stomach, the third just below her huge Breasts.

Although none of the strokes were particularly vicious, Susan’s petrified expression and violent shaking of her head told Willie Susan Richards was experiencing her first whipping.

That was when Willie spoke for the first time.

‘Spread your Legs Bitch’ he told the swaying beauty, eying her thick thatch patch of pubic hair she so carefully trimmed in a triangular fashion.

Through the mist of pain Susan realized that by opening her legs she would be exposing everything to this monster and so shook her head in rejection.

That for Willie was the wrong answer and without further ado he applied three further strokes of the cat, much harder this time all and of them over Susan’s breasts and nipples, leaving her tender rosebuds in fiery agony and for red welts to appear on her breasts, causing  tears of pain  to appear in her eyes.

‘Do it Bitch!’ demanded Willie.

Susan realized at that moment this monster was without hesitation or concern, quite ready and more than capable of inflicting serious pain and harm upon her body.

So began the first phase of Susan Richards eventual submission as the mature naked beauty, swaying from the rope parted her legs in capitulation.

‘Keep them there Bitch’ was all Willie said.  Obeying her abductor, Susan then looked on as Willie dropped the ‘Cat’ and pulled from the back of his pants an eighteen inch long, three inch wide leather strap.

The horrified Susan realized immediately what the monster was about to do with it and shook her head violently although, much to Willie’s approval just managing to keep her legs spread whilst Willie, standing very close, in one swift movement bought the leather strap up between Susan’s legs to inflict upon her body, its first ever cunt whipping.

The effect was instantaneous, never ever in her life had Susan known such pain, her head and whole body shook more violently then ever, her eyes pleaded with Willie to stop, her screams audible even through the ball gag as she pressed her thighs hard together to prevent further punishment.

‘Spread em Bitch!’ shouted Willie

Susan though with pleading eyes shook her head like a naughty child.

But Willie simply smiled at his victim.

This was his scene, he was happy to inflict as much pain upon his Bitches Mother as required and enjoy every single moment of it all until she realized he controlled her and that her pain would cease only though her obedience toward him.

But this fact Susan Richards would have to work out for herself!

Time then for a harsh lesson as Willie landed the cruel strap directly upon Susan’s already pained right nipple causing fresh waves of agony to appear on his victims face.

‘Work it out for yourself Bitch, We’ve got all the time in the world, and you’re gonna learn sooner or later bitch, sooner or later!’

Through her tears and pain Susan wondered how long he could possible keep her strung up as she was, the unconcerned look on his face though was enough to tell her it would be for as long as he wanted, his words, such cruel words, what did they mean?

Somehow, through her pain filled muddled brain, Susan realized then that the blow to her nipple had been far more severe than the one inflicted upon her cunt lips, that  refusing his demands would lead to  far  harsher pain and punishment than acceptance.

But acceptance would mean submission and that would be so difficult for Susan after a lifetime of arrogant superiority as far as Males were concerned.

But the pain in her breasts was more than Susan was prepared to endure, so fully aware another stinging blow would soon follow, the beautiful naked beauty once again parted her legs in defeat.

But To Susan’s surprise, the expected stinging blow to her mound did not arrive. Instead Willie took hold of her right ankle, his strong hand pulling her right leg upward and outward until all of Susan’s thighs and pubic mound were exposed to him.

Then for the next ten minutes began a long slow whipping with the strap that took in every part of each of Susan’s inner thighs as Willie, despite the efforts of Susan to resist him, pulled her leg up down and around like a rag doll until every inch of her inner and outer thighs were covered in red tram lines leaving the sobbing aching Susan to beg for mercy into the ball gag , all of which was witnessed with relish by Ben Harris stroking his cock in his study

Finally Willie stood back to admire his handiwork, yet still he wasn’t finished,

Placing one hand on her ball gag. Willie asked Susan

‘You want me to take this off bitch?’

With pleading eyes and vigorously nodding head Susan confirmed that indeed was the case.

‘Okay, but first you gotta earn it so Turn round Bitch, show me your Ass, and make sure you keep those legs spread!’

Such was her pain and degradation Susan had long since ceased to function as her normal self, even to the point of wondering when her arms would be wrenched from the sockets. She was, she know understood, in the hands of a sadist who controlled her not as a human being but merely as an object of no importance save for giving him his pleasure.

So Susan, now fully aware that defiance led to extra pain, struggled to swing her aching suspended naked body around for Willie by swinging her legs and swaying as fast as she could until gaining enough momentum to swing her body around before, fast running out of breath and energy, she eventually managed to face the wall behind her and then parted her legs once again as he had required.

Willie, looking at the still curvy bottom of his Bitches Mother, recalled just how easy it had been to break the will of his Slave Bitch Kim.

In truth she had unknowingly been waiting for a monster such as Willie to come along and do just that.

Now Willie wondered if it really could be a case of like mother like daughter for Susan Richards had certainly quickly learned obedience had its rewards.

Willie wondered if the bitch was wet, certainly her eyes had been glazed over whilst he was whipping her inner thighs, so, without preamble he reached out to cup her vulva. As soon as he did so, Susan jerked in her bondage and closed her legs in an attempt to deny him. But Willie hand was there, and god, her cunt was wet and radiating heat, Willie could even feel the throbbing.

‘Get those legs spread again bitch!’ Growled Willie.

 Obediently Susan did so whilst simultaneously Willie slipped two fingers between her cunt lips. The Bitch was soaking!

Susan groaned inwardly, how could her body have betrayed her like this, surely a woman of her age should not be feeling horny after being subjected to such appalling indignities.

But Susan, pained and aching as she was, could not deny the touch of Willies cool hand on her fiery cunt lips had hit her like a blot of lightening. 

Deciding a little play time was in order Willie reaching around placed one hand over her mound whilst inserting two fingers inside Susan again.

 With his other hand Willie then began whipping Susan’s ass cheeks, ensuring that each stroke upon her buttocks drove her further onto fingers that clenched and unclenched inside her cunt like a fist, driving the mature beauty ever nearer a huge unwanted orgasm. More and more blows from the leather strap crashed upon Susan’s buttocks to produce tram lines of red weal’s matching those upon her thighs.

 Each blow sent Susan Richards bucking forward, leaving her unable to do no more that push her hot wet cunt further and further onto Willie’s fingers.

This whilst all the while Willies face was next to Susan’s!

‘You are enjoying this, aren’t you bitch, you love it rough! Willie demanded of the naked beauty.

Unfortunately for Susan, even as she began to shake her head in anguish, appalled by his words, her body was betraying her and rushing toward a huge  unwanted yet inevitable orgasm whilst Willie’s fingers began pumping the soaking inside of her cunt for all he was worth. Shortly the 50 years old beauty was shaking  and gasping to climax as long streams of  her creamy juices were emitted from her hot  and throbbing love box, over the triumphant Willie’s fingers, palm and wrist………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Fifteen minutes later and with her arms only given a very brief rest bite, the desolate, naked mature and disheveled  but none the less still beautiful Susan Richards was sat upon the leather covered seat of a wooden office type swivel chair, Willie, having first tied a long length of white rope around her waist, had then passed the long residue under and between her ass cheeks before then dissecting Susan’s cunt lips with the rough white cord.

Each of Susan’s ankles had been spread wide, pulled back and tied to the back of the chair, making it all but impossible for Susan to close her legs and gain even the token amount dignity she craved in humiliating awareness that her inner thighs were liberally coated with her congealed love juices.

Satisfied with Susan’s seated position, Willie then tugged the cord upward, causing the mature beauty to  try and  jump from the chair as the coarse rope pulled deep into her exposed slit, only to be thwarted by the ropes securing her ankles.

 Once again satisfied with this, Willie eased the rope and pushed the still handcuffed Susan back into her seated position before raising the rope vertically and passing the end through a pulley hanging directly over Susan’s head.

Finally Willie pulled the white rope down, again vertically whilst pulling Susan’s cuffed hands up just above her breasts before tying the rope to her handcuffs.

If Susan wondered why her abductor had created such intricate bondage upon her she was soon to find out as Willie produced a box on ‘snap on’ clothes pegs.

Susan could only look down in helpless apprehension as Willie, opening the first peg and moving it over her right breast, hovered over the nipple for a few agonizing moments before releasing the pressure of his fingers on the peg’s clamp, thus allowing the Peg to clasp itself into Susan’s nipple.

The excruciating Pain, never before experienced , hitting Susan, made her gasp into the ball gag and shake her head in denial before instinct took over to make her  pull down on the rope holding her hands in an attempt to remove the clothes peg.

But, just as Willie had intended, the effect of Susan pulling down on the white rope was to pull it through the pulley above her head thus pulling the coarse white cord ever deeper between Susan’s soft cunt lips causing her to gasp in a pain far worse that that which afflicted her nipples.

Even then and because of Willie’s clever bondage, whichever way she tried Susan found her fingers were just unable to reach the peg clasped to her nipple and she succeeded only in pulling the rough rope ever deeper into her cunt cleft until it eventually rubbed its coarseness against her Anus causing Susan to finally admit defeat and look on helplessly whilst Willie decorated her left nipple with a second peg.

‘Okay Bitch, I’m gonna decorate those big tits with these, when I’m done I’m gonna remove the gag ,but one word from you before I give you permission and I whip each one of these beauties off your tits in turn, you got that bitch!?’

Susan, by now absolutely terrified of Willie and knowing more pain was to come did, none the less, welcome the thought of the awful ball gag being removed and thus allowing her to stretch her aching Jaw muscles and to be able to breathe more easily.  So Susan nodded her head vigorously in agreement to Willies demand, thinking her abductor must surely eventually explain to her the reason behind her abduction and of his cruel treatment toward her.

Five minutes later and Willie leaned back to survey his handiwork.

Each of Susan’s large but still firm breasts were now adorned with twenty of the evil pegs, each one of them biting into the tender flesh of Susan’s Breasts.

Each Nipple held two pegs, the other eighteen were arranged in two exact circles around each breast one small circle with  six pegs, the other larger circle holding the remaining twelve.

Susan herself, despite the pain, also looked down at her Breasts in horrified fascination, watching as first her nipples, and then her breasts changed colors.

Her nipples from the normal dark red to first a very dark red before taking on a reddish/blue hue as the blood drained from them whilst her Breasts changed from milky white to deep red where the pegs gripped them.

Never in her life had Susan Richards even read of such things, let alone experienced them.

 Now though, as Willie propped a large stand up mirror before her, she saw for the first time the effect of Willie’s handiwork upon her.

By now the pain in her nipples and breasts had subsided to a dull aching and Susan

Studied herself, her ball gagged mouth, her upraised bound wrists, her naked body, her breasts encased by the clothes pegs.

 Susan was unable to prevent the unbelievable thought that she had never before looked and felt so desirable. For incredibly, somehow her bondage actually seemed to enhance her mature sexuality

Susan shook her head in denial, that was stupid!, how could she think such things when she was so helpless in the hands of this maniac, but the throbbing between her legs betrayed that denial and for the first time Susan’s eyes wondered across to the bulge between Willies legs as she found herself wondering, wondering just what this maniac had in store for her……….after………after?

So lost in these thoughts was sooner she had not realized Willie was now behind her and removing the awful ball gag.

Then it was gone and for the first time in how long Susan could move her jaws, lick her parched lips, breath easily whilst keeping her promise to remain silent in the hope her abductor would soon allow her that privilege.

But he also remained silent; in fact he was nowhere to be seen

Then, after five nerve-racking minutes, another voice, not that of her abductor was speaking in a voice faintly familiar to Susan.

‘Oh, dear me! what have we here?

The voice was saying, moving closer, then the figure was standing before her and Susan Richards looked up in recognition as the voice continued.

‘Susan! Susan Richards...well, it looks to me as though you are in a spot of bother my dear!’

Susan looked up, astonished to see the figure of Ben Harris looking down at her naked and bound body.

At that moment and despite her nakedness, and their past differences, Susan had never been so pleased to see the portly figure of Ben Harris looking down at her.

‘Ben…Ben Harris!……..oh God Ben it really is you!

………….please………..please help me, please, you must get me out of here Ben!’ cried Susan Richards, trying in vain to pull her hands down far enough to cover  tortured Breasts and Nipples  that  seemed to be, Susan realized, the sole focus  of Ben Harris’s attention at that moment.

                                                      End of Part Five

                           A work of pure Fiction to be Continued

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                         Willie’s New Bitch Part Seven

                                     By taskmaster11     

          For Adults who understand this story is a work of fiction

                                         Reflection

Willie,  unseen as he sat in his white van to one side of the driveway of Susan Richards House, told Ben Harris via his cell phone that all was okay, that for the second day running Willie’s Slave Bitch Kim Turner was inside her Mother’s house being the good daughter, watering pot plants, doing a little light dusting and generally checking on the house whilst thinking her 50 year old mother Susan was away on her ‘Sailing Trip’, little knowing though that in reality at that very moment her beautiful captive mother  was upon knees, naked save for a Garter belt and black stockings, together with a black leather collar and dog leash strapped around her neck.

 Having been told by James that her Mother wanted her to keep an eyes on the house, Kim made her way up to her Mother’s bedroom there to sit on her Bed, idly wondering if her Mother still enjoyed a healthy Sex Life, had her Mother ever been beaten and degraded the way her she her daughter had, and if so, had she secretly thrilled to the sheer excitement of it, just like her daughter had, had that is until Willie had allowed the disgusting Ben Harris to put his smelly sticky cock in her mouth and then make her swallow his disgusting sperm.

In the few days since then Kim had seen nothing of Willie and for two pins would have confessed to her Mother and told her exactly what Willie had forced her to do with Ben Harris, perhaps making up some story about meeting the handsome Willie and having a short lived relationship with him, bred out of boredom that had turned sour.

 But always, there was the shame of the adrenaline inducing combination of  Fear and excitement cursing through Kim’s veins, that and the knowledge Willie could show up anywhere and at any time and basically do with her whatever he wish to her.

Kim’s fanny began throbbing yet again, just as it did every time her thoughts strayed to the handsome yet brutal Willie and the things he did to her body, her mind, of the first time Willie on the pretence of a parcel delivery had entered her house, beaten and stripped her before dragging her upstairs and verbally humiliating her and then raping her with his huge wonderful cock on her very own Bed.

As Kim fingered her nipples through her light summer dress she recalled all of those things and she once again shuddered at the awful reality that she Kim Turner, suburban wife and mother had enjoyed every single moment of her degradation. Susan loved her children as her life blood; she loved her gentle husband, as her husband and breadwinner but   Willie had stripped away her mundane existence, exposed to Susan all her hidden latent desires and for the first time in years she was alive, every day hoped Willie would call because she wanted more and more, no matter what the price, even having to suck the repulsive cock of Ben Harris

 Willie had beaten her into submission, Susan was now his property, she was owned by him and it was wonderful and such was the fearful hold he had over her Kim knew there was now no way she could free herself from the clutches of the brutal but handsome delivery driver, not without her life being ruined forever.

Kim pulled open a bedside drawer to reveal her some of her Mother’s best lingerie and silky stockings.

 ‘Well she certainly dresses for Sex’ thought Kim as her small hands stroked the delicate material, all of  which bought her mind back to Ben Harris and Ben being a wealthy local businessman who knew both James and her Mother, but surely though not he was the type her admittedly social climbing Mother would go for.

 Kim prayed he wasn’t, for the thought of Fat Ben Harris putting his stubby smelly cock inside her Mother after her daughter had been forced to take it in her mouth and swallow his disgusting sperm was too grotesque for Kim to even contemplate………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Perhaps that was just as well for Kim for at the very same time and whilst

Praying that this insanity would soon come to an end, her naked Mother was kneeling underneath the large pedestal desk with her mouth enclosed over the flaccid cock of Ben Harris, her abductor and new ‘Owner’.

 Ben had placed the Desk in the basement dungeon he had built that was now ‘home’ to the beautiful Mother of Willie’s Bitch, Kim Turner for that very purpose, so that he may  continue  running his business whilst training his new, very terrified and beaten ‘Slave’ to attend to his every whim such as she did right them, creating the surreal scenario of continuing to hold Ben’s cock between her lips even though he had long since emptied another sack load of  his hot sperm down the disgusted and revolted Susan’s throat.

Her first reaction of course had been to pull her mouth away when Ben had finished But Susan now new better than to ‘disobey’ Ben and so had kept her mouth over his cock, even now twitching again, whilst Ben himself was talking business on the phone after, whilst tugging on her dog leash, telling Susan that twenty strokes of the ‘cat’ would be her punishment should she let his cock slip from her mouth and for Susan Richards, the very thought of the ‘cat’ striking her naked defenceless body yet again was incentive enough for her to obey Ben’s order, not matter how repulsive and disgusting she found her abductor to be.

Over the past two days Susan had gradually lost track of time for, even when she had been allowed merciful sleep in the small cot Ben provided for her in the basement the room had been was permanently lit, harsh spotlights continuing to display Susan even when asleep so that Ben, upstairs and relaxing in his study, could monitor his new ‘Toy’ 24/7 

Of the brutal and violent Willie, the young man who had so easily and cruelly abducted Susan from her very own bedroom, there had been no sign for some time,

But Willies parting shot had left Susan in doubt as to his likely and probable return.

‘You listen to me real good bitch’ Willie had begun whilst painfully squeezing Susan’s sore and tender nipples.

‘You play up when I’m away; you so much as give your new owner here the slightest bit backchat and I’m gonna beat the shit out of you then take you outside in the dead of night, tie you naked to a fucking tree and let the animals have their way with you………you understand me bitch?’  

The terrified beauty had nodded tearfully, after hearing those appalling words she did indeed understand and, when much later Ben returned to release the fretful fearful Susan from her cage she had indeed paid homage to Ben as her ‘Master’ crawling out of her cage and placing her lips against his bulging crotch before tearfully and hesitantly thanking Ben for ‘fucking her so expertly.

This act of submission had earned Susan the first of what Ben described as her ‘Slave’ privileges, to be allowed a toilet and bath, some food and drink and to be allowed six hours sleep on the pull down bed currently stored upright against a wall, but privileges Ben assured her, that would be taken from her should she displease or disobey her Master in way.

At that moment the exhausted tearful Susan Richards was so in need of all her ‘privileges’  disobedience was the last thing she had in mind right then, even feeling a perverted  sense of gratitude toward Ben for taking pity upon her!

Hours later a stiff and groggy and naked Susan had awoken to find Ben Harris sitting on the cot beside her. No bedclothes had been given to her and, although escape was all but impossible Ben had none the less still fastened Susan’s wrists into leather cuffs either side of the small cot, ensuring the mature beauty could only sleep on her back and also making it impossible for her to cover herself with her hands when Ben, as he did now, toyed with and stoked her naked breasts and nipples bringing Susan back to shocking reality.

 Susan’s short but euphoric and dreamless sleep gave way to the vision of Fat sweaty Ben Harris toying with her as he would a favoured pet.

 Groggy from sleep Susan’s mind rebelled, forgotten was her earlier beatings, her promise of obedience, of treating Ben as her Master. This fat Bastard had arranged for her to be kidnapped, made a prisoner in the evil place, had beaten her and raped her, God, would he pay for this outrage!

‘Get your hands off of me at once you filthy fat pervert! God you’ll pay for this, do you really believe you can keep me here against my will like this; you’re just a fat cowardly filthy rapist, I bet you even had to pay that young bastard Willie to kidnap me because you were too frightened to do it yourself!’ Yelled Susan, who, in her terrified and angry state of mind, completely disregarded the certainty of retribution toward her tethered naked and defenceless body.

 Reprisal arrived swiftly;   suddenly Ben’s fingers were squeezing Susan’s nipples harder than she thought possible causing the mature beauty to scream in agony and for Ben’s cock to throb to erection again. 

‘Just how stupid is this bitch?’ wondered Ben, just how many times did he have to spell things out to her!, well he had no need of Willie, today he would teach the stupid bitch once and for all of her new position in life.  letting go of Susan’s nipples Ben tore of a strip of wide electricians tape from a roll left beside the cot and Unable to prevent her gagging Susan’s voice was reduced to low moans that soon increased to vanquished shouts  as Ben applied  a cruel crocodile clamp to each defenceless  nipple in turn. Susan’s pain filled horrified eyes flew wide open, her head thrashed around on the bed, more so when Ben began pulling and flicking the awful clamps from side to side.

‘I really thought you had accepted your new position in life Susan,’ began Ben, now toying with a short length of bamboo cane.

‘You really believe I needed Willies help you stupid bitch? What you don’t seem to understand Susan is that I own half this town and a lot of the people in it, I don’t need to do things myself, I PAY people to do these things for me, like building me this dungeon, like having Willie kidnap you, and now I own you Susan, that’s right bitch, I OWN you ‘

Susan could not help but bring her pain filled terrified eyes up to meet those of Ben, thinking he must be insane to believe such things were possible, for one cannot just ‘own’ another person, could one?.

‘That right Susan, I OWN you now, and think on this, like I said before, no one is going to miss you for a while because right now your family and friends think you are on a last minute sailing holiday’

Susan’s eyes grew incredulous when Ben continued.

‘Right now Susan, at this very minute, your own daughter Kim is in your house checking its okay’

Susan thought of her darling Kim being such a good daughter, unwittingly adding to her own Mother demise before Ben, his fingers sliding down to Susan’s soft mound of pubic hair hit her like a thunderbolt.

‘Oh yes, your beautiful daughter Kim, mother of your grandchildren,  just a young version of you I guess Susan, I guess her Cunt hair is pretty much the same too, well Susan, I could snap my fingers just like that and in a couple of hours have her pretty little ass lying next to yours, all naked and waiting for good old Ben here to fuck the shit out of her, you don’t believe me?, try me, like I say Susan a whole lot of people in this town owe me big time’

As she tried to prevent Ben’s fingers from entering her Susan’s mind was reeling; the very notion of anyone hurting Kim or the children was so appalling to be unthinkable, Ben Harris could very well be mad, but what he said was true enough, even her friends at the golf club had told her that insulting Ben Harris may be a bad move, that he was a powerful man in the town.

But Susan had laughed it all off, thinking she cold easily deal with low life such as Ben Harris, now matter how wealthy, but now as  she kept her legs crossed to prevent Ben’s finger from entering her, Susan was fast learning otherwise. 

Suddenly a blow from the thin whippy bamboo cane landed across Susan’s breasts, another across her stomach causing Susan’s body to arch upward in pain before yet another blow from the cane landed across her thighs, leaving the mature beauty screaming into her gag.

‘Just in case you haven’t got the message yet Susan’ said Ben after landing another blow from the cane.

‘You will stay here until I’m satisfied with your progress toward being a true slave, then you can go home Susan, after which you lead a normal life excepting you will be at my beck and call, you will service me whenever I wish, you will attend functions with me and be at my beck and call 24/7, otherwise you get more of this!’

 Suddenly Susan’s body jerked high in the air as Ben’s cane landed upon her clamped nipples.

‘And if think talking to the police is a good idea just remember the chief  would laugh off your allegations because he owes me big time and would also turn a blind eye should Kim suddenly disappear,

All of which had been enough, more than enough for Susan to realise she was trapped in a living nightmare from which there seemed no escape and even Ben’s last five strokes of the awful bamboo cane upon her breasts thighs and stomach were unnecessary.

 ‘You want more of this or are you going to spread those legs for me now Susan?

Susan had quickly nodded her head, she knew when she was beaten, maybe one day she would get even with this monster but for now she had no choice, for the sake of her beautiful daughter and family let alone her own well being , Susan had to accept that Ben Harris now owned her, that she must, however revolting she may find the idea, submit to him as her Master at least until she found a way of escaping the clutches of this vile monster without her family having to suffer.

So a tearful, crushed Susan slowly parted her legs, grimacing when feeling Ben’s fingers sliding along her inner thigh toward her entrance and then gasping as fat man’s fingers entered her. 

 But to Susan’s horror and anguish she was in fact gasping in horrifying, unwanted yet undeniable pleasure as Ben Harris pushed his stubby fingers deep inside her before beginning a slow rhythmic pumping motion that was soon rewarded by the first onrush of the mortified Susan’s juices, juices that had first appeared, much to her mortified embarrassment when Ben was beating her and telling her he now ‘owned’ her, just as they had when Willie had so cruelly dominated Susan in her very own bedroom, just as they had when both men had used her all those hours ago, leaving Susan surprised , shocked  and ashamed  both of her feelings and of the appalling response of her body  toward this degrading treatment .

She must of course never ever let Ben Harris know of this secret, so when Ben had pulled his fingers from her, leaving her frustrated and on the edge of a secret orgasm whilst telling Susan.

‘Hey, your real wet down there baby, tell me your loving this’

Susan had shaken her head in vigorous denial, but, when Ben had climbed upon the cot and taken her, she had offered no real resistance and much to her horror achieved an unwanted orgasm during Ben’s violent thrusting.

‘Just remember baby, I do that whenever I want from now onward, I own you, every bit of you, you understand me Susie?’ said Ben, spent and laying on top of Susan, his fingers toying with her nipples.

Susan, just wishing this monster would remove his heavy bulk from her had nodded in misery; even being referred to a ‘Susie’ was yet another degradation to be endured.

Susan’s capitulation had made things a little easier for her over the couple of days but Ben had no illusions about Susan’s real feelings and so ensured Kim Turners beautiful mother was still subjected to a liberal amount of beatings along with demands she reaffirm her submission toward him.

 But by the second day and much to Susan’s own surprise, after being allowed to crawl about the dungeon almost unfettered, she had responded to this small gesture and  sucking Ben’s disgusting smelly cock without hesitation whenever ordered to do so.

 Even so, Ben, every time he had Susan suck him off took out the insurance of holding a ‘tazar’ gun in his hand just in case she got brave enough to do Ben some serious damage by biting off his cock.

Indeed that very idea had crossed Susan’s mind as a means of escape now Willie was longer around, but it was an idea Susan quickly dismissed when Ben showed her the Tazar gun, asking her if she though almost a thousand volts of electricity shooting through her would be worth the satisfaction of taking a lump out of his cock.

But having Ben Harris fuck where and whenever he wished was another matter and Susan was unable to give herself so freely and was soon earning plenty of canings

 But Ben, sensing her, initial at least, reluctance ensured his slave was well tied down on the occasions when he did fuck her, sending his copious amounts of hot sperm   

deep into Susan’s womb whilst reminding her of her new position in life and of how her family would be so much safer by  having a mother and grandmother who knew of and complied with her new status in life.

As for Ben, as much as he was enjoying Susan his thoughts often drifted to her beautiful daughter Kim, of how she had sucked his throbbing cock, of how he had felt and explored every inch of her luscious body that day in the garden as she hung naked from the tree.

Certainly he would fuck both mother and daughter soon enough, despite Willie’s earlier assertion that Kim’s love hole was out of bounds to him, he had since reached an accommodation with Willie who would finish wish his job and henceforth work for Ben at a greatly increased salary and Willie would of course keep his hold over Kim whilst acting as a minder/enforcer cum chauffer for Susan Richards whenever Ben required her ‘services’ in future

So Ben, after passing Willie another hatful of cash now had the young man keep a watching brief on Kim, wanting to know everything the beautiful young Mother did, day and night if possible.

So Willie continued sitting in his Van outside Susan’s house. He had for a moment toyed with the idea of going inside, take Kim up the Mother’s room and then fuck her senseless upon her Mother’s Bed.

 But Willie thought it may look a little suspicious him turning up out of the blue at her Mothers house and the agreement with Ben Harris was that neither Mother nor Daughter should be aware the other had also been  beaten and subjugated  by Ben and Willie, a neat idea that had both men in stitches of laughter.

 But for Willie the laughter was forced, one day he would fuck Mother and daughter on the same bed whilst having Kim’s faggot husband watching, maybe serving drinks to them as he did so.

Sure Ben wanted to fuck Kim as well, after all why else would he pay Willie so much just for keeping an eye on her, well that didn’t matter now, after all Ben was his boss these days.

 But Willie also had other plans for Kim, plans that didn’t include Ben; sure she had been hacked of at having to suck off Ben Harris but Kim was just going to have to get used to sucking of guys like Ben, and a doing whole lot more besides, she was his bitch, he had broken her, brought out of her all those latent desires and he would reap the rewards, not fat Ben Harris…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

                                          Three Months on

Sat at the dinner table during a golf club function, Susan Roberts, just as she had managed to do on so many other occasions now, kept her face impassive and parted her legs a little wider inside the split side dress as Ben Harris slipped his fingers first inside the tiny black thong she wore, and then onward between the Cunt lips of her shaven mound whilst Susan herself somehow continued her conversation with a fellow diner sat opposite. 

Whilst Ben contentedly toyed with his ‘pet’,  Susan kept her resentment and shame to herself, her emotions would be unleashed only when the young thug Willie eventually returned her to her own home after her ‘owner’ Ben Harris had used her in whatever vile manner he had lined up for her later on.

 In the hoped for privacy of her bedroom the tears would flow along with her cries of anguish but right then Susan would maintain her self control, even to the point of trying to deny she was in reality partly enjoying the humiliations her fat companion was heaping upon her.

Minutes later and in full view of her oblivious fellow Diners and to her huge shame as she tried to keep her poise and composure, Susan was achieving an unwanted orgasm as Ben’s fingers inside her quickened their pace, pushing in and out of her love sheath until he could sense Susan’s juices gushing from her.

Eventually Susan’s orgasm subsided and moments later, just she though he would,  a smiling Ben was telling Susan, in full hearing of the other Diners that she was looking a little flush, was she feeling okay?.

‘Yes Ben, really I’m fine, it’s just a little warm in here that’s all’ replied Susan, smiling at Ben who fingers had slipped from within Susan to now toy with her tiny soaking wet black thong.

All a byplay that once again bemused their fellow diners at the golf club, for many of its members had known full well the animosity Susan Richards felt towards fat Ben Harris and who were now openly debating the possible reasons behind, not only this sudden reconciliation and the fact that they were now actually accompanying each other to Dinners and functions, but also that the previously domineering Susan Richards even seemed to be subservient toward Ben these days

As Susan sipped from her wine glass Ben continued to toy with Susan’s thong whilst congratulating him self yet again on his decision to go for broke by kidnapping and training the lovely Susan Richards.

Ben was delighted by how much more real respect he seemed to be given these days, by both men and women each time he turned up with Susan on his arm, god if these people only knew the truth.

Tonight following Ben’s instruction Susan wore a low cut little black dress complete with a side split enabling Ben’s fingers to explore her whilst they sat side by side at the dinner table.

Ben’s hands rested upon the Dinner table, the signal for Susan to now place her own hands upon Ben’s crotch, unzip him and then stroke him inside his pants before Ben would shortly instruct Susan to remove both the thong and her bra on the powder room when the dancing began, enabling Ben to explore every part of Susan’s body through her dress whilst they played the slow smoochy stuff in the darkened room.

As Susan’s fingers encircled him, Ben, listening to but taking no notice of the conversation around him recalled the moment he told Susan she was to taken home after two weeks of captivity, of, despite her ordeals, her tearful gratitude and promises of future obedience toward her ‘Master’.

 All this even after Ben had shown Susan a DVD recording, cleverly crafted and edited, showing at first, after Susan had one day been dressed by Willie and taken for the first time outside the dungeon, a bemused Susan apparently arriving at Ben’s beach house door, showing Ben opening the front door ,take Susan in his arms and give her full kiss on the lips and then moving on to  clips from camera’s set all around the dungeon, showing Susan to all intents, enjoying beatings, willingly sucking Ben’s and Willies cocks and then in the throes of apparent joyful orgasm whilst being fucked by Ben.

The recording displayed every single inch of Susan’s beautiful mature body, missing nothing, not even a huge black rubber phallus shaped dildo emanating from her anus whilst she knelt before Ben, sucking his stubby cock.

It was, quite simply, a film of a very willing mature woman thoroughly enjoying a depraved BDSM sex session with two male companions and, should Susan have harboured any thoughts of escaping the clutches of Ben Harris in the foreseeable future, those thoughts drained away as quickly as the colour from her face as she viewed the horrific yet enthralling DVD, that had been the morning Willie had arrived, ordering Susan first to bath and then stand naked before him her hands upon her head whilst he applied a fake liquid tanning lotion over every inch of her naked trembling body.

 Then, and much to her humiliation, Willie had dressed Susan in her own clothes, from her Red silk lingerie to a matching summer dress.

Later, after being taken up to Ben’s study, a tearful relieved Susan Richards was at long last taken back to her own house by Willie who could not resist taking the tanned mature beauty inside her own house and humiliate Susan yet again by making himself at home and as the tearful mature beauty reacquainted herself with her surroundings Willie gave one last cruel order that she kneel before him and satisfy him as payment for bringing her home.

 Whilst Susan had been incarcerated at his beach house, Ben had paid an awful lot of money to have every room in Susan’s house fitted with secret cameras and mics and later, unaware her every movement was now relayed to Ben Harris Susan, her jaws still aching from having to accommodate Willies enormous girth, soaked her tired body in the unaccustomed luxury of a steaming hot bath and recalled Ben’s parting words. Standing very close to her, fingers of one hand tilting Susan’s chin up toward his face he held the appalling DVD up toward her.

‘Listen to me Susie, should anything nasty happen to me, should I be hit by a bolt of lightening, should I be run over by a Bus, should I ever get arrested, should I even be framed by a clever lawyer for anything such as a parking ticket there are a dozen copies of this DVD in the hands of a friend all addressed and waiting to be delivered to all your family, friends and neighbours, you understand me Susie?, you do any thing to annoy me and off they go, you got that?.

Susan had nodded her head in total despair; she knew her old life had now gone forever; all she could hope for was that the monster Ben Harris would not make too many of his disgusting demands of her, that she could somehow live with herself whilst acting the part of normal Mother and grandmother to her daughter Kim son in James and their family.

Later on in the evening, as Ben held his ‘slave’ close to him on the dimly dance floor whilst his hands felt and stroked every reachable part of her body, in her ear, Susan heard Ben whisper the words she had now come to dread.

‘As Willie is away tonight we’ll go straight home to your place and stay the night there Susie, I need to fuck you real bad, then you can fix me a drink and meal, you got that bitch?

‘Yes Master’ the dismayed mature beauty whispered in return. The final indignity for Susan was that Ben Harris now seemed to treat her own house, her last refuge, as his own, very often arriving unannounced, even when she had visitors.

 On these occasions Susan would somehow ad lib to her guests, making up some sort of excuse for Ben’s arrival and then, as soon as they had departed, would strip to the black stockings and Red or Black suspender belt it was now obligatory for her to wear, then kneeling before him she would remove his stubby and still smelly cock from his pants then make him hard and throbbing with her lips whilst Ben told her what he expected of her on this occasion.

But just as they did now, Ben’s demands appalled and excited Susan in equal measure, she hated both Ben and Willie for what they had done and continued to do to her.

But Susan also hated herself for what she had become, for what in reality she knew she had allowed herself to become and her knowledge that escape from this nightmare was all but impossible until the day Ben Harris, tired of her, decided to ensnare a younger more attractive version of Susan Richards into his web.

For Susan’s recurring nightmare was that evil Ben Harris would decided to turn his malevolence toward her beautiful daughter Kim, perhaps by threatening to expose her mother, for already there had been occasions when Ben, perhaps toying with her, had suggested Kim and her husband should join Susan and himself for dinner one evening, a suggestion that left Susan feeling sick to her very soul.

But of course Susan’s humiliation was Ben’s nectar his long desired retribution for his own humiliation at the hands of Susan Richards in such a devastating manner had been beyond his wildest dreams until he had quite by chance had the unbelievable good fortune to come across Susan’s daughter and Willie at the BDSM club and whilst, soon after leaving the golf club function, a fully clothed Ben was fucking the naked Susan doggy fashion on her bed Ben  yet again imagined it was the beautiful Kim Turner and not her mother speared upon the end of his cock.

Sure he now owned her Mother, her capitulation and submission toward Ben was complete but now he had to have Kim also, the very same Kim who glared daggers at him every time she saw Ben with her mother.

But of course Kim could say nothing to her mother about the treatment Ben Harris had meted out to her, of how she had been made to swallow his disgustingly foul sperm, a fact born out by Susan telling Ben her daughter was ‘unhappy’ about her Mothers new found ‘attraction’ toward Ben Harris because she didn’t like the man but Kim had never expanded further.

 Not that Ben gave a damm about Kim’s likes or dislikes, but she herself had now insulted him with her attitude toward him, for that Kim Turner must join her Mother as Ben’s personal plaything, the small fortune spent already was worth every penny and now that Willie worked for him he would have no say in the matter.

These thoughts of Kim Turner served to heighten Ben’s desire; his stubby cock grew to enormous proportions as he violently thrust back and forth into the compliant and yielding cunt of Kim’s Mother Susan, who herself was on the edge of her own half desired orgasm just as Ben saw before his eyes an image of Susan lying beneath him, licking his balls whilst he emptied his sack deep inside Kim………………………………………………

All of which Willie fully understood, indeed he was surprised Ben had not pushed the matter further over the past couple of months but Willie had correctly assumed Ben Harris was too busy enjoying and completing  his total subjugation of Susan Richards before turning his attentions toward her daughter.

But Willie had also been busy and Kim, despite her protests was making him a decent wedge, just as she was at that very moment whilst her husband James was babysitting the kids thinking his wife was looking after a sick friend.………………………..

                                             End of Part Seven

                                  To Be Continued

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