Disclaimer: This is a story. Fiction. It is not real. It should not be real. If you believe this sort of stuff should actually be perpetrated upon non-consenting beings you are a danger to society and should be treated accordingly.

Provocative Dress

She was a virgin when they married. So was he, she said. I knew that already. She'd blogged about it in her blog. She blogged about all sorts of things: her kids, the weather, their little homestead with it's chickens and goats, but the parts I loved were when she got all theological. She blogged about the evils of birth control, of the needs for purity and modesty, of the need to go into marriage virgin and never "defile the marriage bed" with another. It was her post where she berated the young women of today who go out in provocative clothing and get drunk and then complain when they are raped. "Of course," she said "it's not right that they get raped. But when you dress to provoke men sexually and lose control with alcohol or drugs, what do you expect to happen?"

Two screenfuls of that had me pulling my dick, but it was the entry that linked to that that led to its explosion all over the screen.

That entry was her attempt at describing modest dress, complete with pictures of herself modeling her clothing. It was beautiful, feminine and while not what she might call "provocative" it certainly provoked me. Cloth covered her from her neck to her pretty little flat shoes. In some of the pictures her wrists and lower arms were visible, in some they were covered, but not an elbow nor a knee nor a collarbone was seen uncovered. Cloth even covered her hair, leaving only the smallest bit of auburn showing in front of her veil. Rather than making her less sexual it emphasized it, the slight round of her chest under jumpers and vests suggesting the bounty underneath, but leaving room for the imagination to create something lovelier than the most nubile nymph ever was. The curve of her hips and rear just barely visible against the loose swinging fabric of her dresses and skirts emphasized where the jewels of her cunt and ass were surely hidden. Under feminine and modest panties undoubtedly. Panties that I might cut off after I flip her long skirt over her head.

The cloth might hide, but one doesn't hide what is not there.

That ejaculation sealed her fate. I would have her.

What does she expect, dressing in such a provocative manner?

So I stalked her for several months, watching her daily routine. She woke up at six with her husband. A few days a week at 5:45 or so he would roll over on top of her, pulling her around if necessary, so that he was between her legs, his member humping against her crotch. He would suck her nipples until she was wet enough to penetrate her without causing him discomfort, then he would move her panties aside and fuck her. For several minutes he would piston in and out of her, eyes closed in ecstasy. Their beliefs were that the bible was the literal word of God and that it was all literally true, therefore that whole bit about becoming one flesh implied that her cunt was also his. Because their Church considered masturbation to be a form of adultery it was also the only theologically appropriate place for him to find sexual gratification and to deposit his semen.

And so many mornings he pummeled their cunt until he exploded in it, kissed her lovingly on the forehead and went to take his shower.

She got dressed, tied up and covered her long hair and went downstairs to start his breakfast. Then she fed her nine-month-old who by now would be fussing. He suckled on her tits while his father ate his own breakfast. Her husband would be out the door by seven and she would sit with the baby playing nearby to do her bible study before waking the other six kids up for the morning chores.

After that it was just crazy, with feeding animals, milking, feeding kids, housework and schooling the kids and errands and cooking lunch and dinner then, finally, dad would come home around six at night. They'd all eat dinner and then she was bathing kids and putting them to bed until 8:30. After that she'd tidy the house again and sit down with her husband to spend time with him before they went to bed.

Most nights after the  lights were out he'd roll on top of her. She seemed to anticipate it. She spread her body out, sacrificed on the altar of her faith in God and love for her husband and let him use her body in an act that gave her only pleasure in knowing that she was doing her God-given job of tending to all his worldly needs, including the sexual ones, well.

He used her body as his sacred fleshlight, his own God-given cum repository, for no man's use but his own.

Or at least so he thought.

Then they slept until she had to get up to tend to nightmare, childhood illness or her husband's needs.

I'd been stalking them for a few months when my chance came. Her husband was to go to Europe to help expand his company there for six months. The next few weeks were hectic as they made all the preparations a family must when daddy will be gone for a long time.

I lay low for a few more weeks. Sure enough friends came by every night or so to make sure she and the kids were doing okay, then every other night, then it was phone calls and finally nothing. Oh, they weren't abandoning her. Help was always a phone call or an email away, but I was waiting to make sure we didn't get any surprise guests interrupting my visit.

I snuck in through an open window during school time that morning. I quietly made my way to her bedroom and hid in her husband's closet listening to the sounds of the daily routine. Lunch, quiet time, chores, family worship, the sound of children playing, of her "it's not yoga it's Godly" Christian exercise video, clean up, dinner, baths and bed. Finally it was almost nine. Things were running late tonight. They had a lot since her husband had left for Europe, but finally she was headed to her bedroom.

I waited until she was in the right place, looking at the bed, facing away from the closet. Then I pushed quickly out of the closet and pinned her on her bed before she even knew I was there. I grabbed her hair through her veil and held her face against the bed.

"Don't scream," I told her "your kids might hear and come running. You don't want them seeing this, do you?"

"Leave my kids out of it. Oh, please, God, save us!" She cried out, all in one breath.

"God isn't going to save you from me, you little bitch. But you can save your kids. Give me what I want and I'll leave them alone. But if you don't then I'll have to do away with you and go after your oldest. What is she, 13?"

She stopped struggling.

"Leave her alone! She's a child, you pervert!"

"Keep me happy and she'll be fine." I said, pulling her skirt up over her ass.

Her ass was lovely. Seven kids must keep her running and in shape. Or maybe "I can't believe it's not yoga for Jesus" works really well. It wasn't tiny but it wasn't huge, either. It was a little soft. Seven pregnancies had left their mark there. But it was well muscled under the layer of fat. She began praying again, pleading with her God to save her from me. Her God stubbornly refused to put in an appearance. I pulled her panties down around her ankles.

My dick was hard already, and I unzipped, pulled it out and shoved it up against her cunt in one move. She was dry so the head only sank in about halfway. Unlike her wussy husband I wasn't going to let a little pain (for either of us) get in my way. I spread her lips with my hand and thrust again, making a little more headway this time. She made a little muffled squeal. I guess she hadn't forgotten that her kids were sleeping just down the hall.

I kept thrusting, dry-fucking her cunt until my dick sank fully inside her. Her squeals settled to quiet whimpers. I ground against her ass, enjoying the heat and tightness around my dick.

"You know, you modest bitches try to hide the fact that you have cunts, but it doesn't matter. You still have cunts and we know it and want them. Yours is a really nice one. I'm enjoying it."

Tears were falling down her face now as she recited that Psalm. You know, the ones about not wanting and being led through green pastures.

The one that ignores that the shepherd fleeces every wooly sheep that he doesn't kill outright.

And this "valley of death" stuff, oh please! I wasn't murdering her. I was raping her. Big difference.

Anyway, her tearful praying made a nice soundtrack to my fucking. Eventually her cunt started lubricating, probably out of self defense, but I used it as an excuse to point out what a slut she was.

"No chaste woman would be sexually aroused by a man other than her husband. But you're getting wet for me, aren't you. You want to be raped. That's why you dress provocatively, as if we don't know what's under all that fluttering fabric. You're a little slut looking to get raped just like those other women."

"No!" she said, than restarted her prayerful litany. I fucked her to the rhythm of her tearfully chanted psalm. As I shoved my dick deep into her and came she brokenly cried "Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever."

"A-fucking-men, bitch." I lay on her, catching my breath. She began again, "The lord is my shepherd.."

I ignored her. Eventually I came back to my senses and got up off of her.

"Get dressed in your nightgown."

"What?" she said, confused.

"I said 'Get dressed in your fucking nightgown,' bitch, now do it!" I growled at her. "Or I can just break your neck and watch your girl get into her nightgown. Her name is Anne, right?"

"No!" she cried. She tried to pull up her panties. "Take them off. I said put on your nightgown. Not put on your panties."

She stepped out of her panties, pulled her nightgown from the nightstand, picked up her panties and made like she was heading to the bathroom to change in private.

"In front of me, bitch. I want to watch you change into your nightgown. And drop the panties."

She dropped them. Then she sat down and removed her socks and shoes. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot, "Get to it, before I get impatient." And I watched as she slowly pulled her dress over her head. Her whole body was blushing, humiliated at being seen by a strange man in her bra and slip, his cum trickling down the insides of her thighs. I could just see the tell-tale shininess on her thighs as she lifted her slip up and over her head, leaving only her bra.

Now I could really appreciate her body. Her belly definitely was that of a woman with children, but she was round with fertility, not ill health or poor diet. Her curves were womanly and sexy. Of course she kept them under wraps to hide them from the likes of me. It was the only way she could possibly keep her promise to only have sex with her husband. But they weren't good enough. I saw through her loose dresses, to the cunt and tits underneath.

“Take that piece of crap off your head,” I said, referring to her pretty, lacy white veil. “And take your hair down, too, or I'll pull it all out.”

She looked ready to cry, but complied. As she went to put on her nightgown she was still wearing her bra. "Hey, do you always wear a bra to bed?" I growled.

"Yes," she said. I wasn't expecting that. She had always changed in the bathroom and her husband played with her tits through her nightgown. But it didn't matter to me because it was a nursing bra. I'd see her nipples soon.

She finished putting on her gown. It was beautiful and feminine, white with pink roses and white lace at the neck and shoulders. It went down to her ankles, up to her neck and down to her wrists, completely enveloping her in innocent pink plant sex organs.

While she was stripping and redressing, I had palmed some zip tie from my pants pocket, kicked off my shoes, and removed my jacket. So now I dropped my pants and underwear and pinned her to the bed, again.

This time she was face up, and I grabbed her wrists and zip tied them together to the head of her bed. She started struggling again. "What are you doing? I did what you told me to do. Please don't do this!"

"Yeah, but you won't be so cooperative for the rest of what I want to do with you," I told her as I pulled some rope from my jacket pocket and tied her right knee to the headboard. I did the same with the left knee. There was a bit more than a foot of rope between each knee and the headboard, so she could swing them around and close them, but she couldn't put her legs down. Even with her legs closed her cunt and ass were still on display for me.

I crouched over her face and rubbed my semi-soft dick and balls over her face. I rubbed my dick against her lips but she kept them clamped shut. I pinched her nose and told her "open up and suck my cock, bitch. And don't even think of biting me, bitch, or I'll kill you and your entire little brood sleeping down the hallway."

She did. Not well, but then I guess it was her first time and it was a weird position. Even so I fucked her face with my cock until it got hard enough to gag her a few times. Then I pulled out and I pulled her nightgown up to her chest. I undid the cups of her nursing bra and pulled out her milk filled, soft, pendulous tits. I played with her nipples, pinching and pulling them as she squirmed in discomfort. Drops of milk oozed from her nipples, lubricating my efforts.

"So, bitch, tell me about the first time with your husband. You brag on your blog about how you were both virgins. You'd never even kissed anyone before. How'd that work out on your wedding night, huh?"

"No. I won't tell you about that. That's sacred between me and my husband," she said.

"That's a shame, because I can hurt you an awful lot," I replied. I twisted and pulled on the nipple in my hand until she whimpered, then I kept pulling. I reached between her legs with my other hand and crushed her clit between my index finger and thumb. Her cry was loud enough I was afraid one of the kids might hear.

"I won't stop until you tell me."

"Please stop! I'll tell you. I'll tell you. Please just stop!" she cried. So I did.

"He tried to be gentle, but he was so eager. He grabbed at my breasts but not enough to make me ready for him. It hurt, but it's suppose to hurt the first time."

While she told her story I knelt over her and rubbed my dick and balls all over her tits. Her milk soaked my sexual organs. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore this humiliation.

"I want details, little bitch. Were you wet already? Did it hurt?" Her nursing bra was soaked with her saliva and milk and my precum.

"No. Not really. I didn't know I was supposed to. It hurt a lot." She was sobbing.

"How long did he last?" I left her tits and moved down between her legs as she answered.

"I don't know."

"Did you know he was going to cum in you?"

"No. Please stop!" This last part in reaction to my hand questing along her cunt, opening it again.

"Did you know what happened with his spunk running out of you?"

"No! Please! Stop!" She was crying again. Blubbering all over. Oh, well. Can't please some people.

I shoved my dick back into her cunt. It was wet enough from our earlier fun that it went all the way in in one thrust. She just kept crying. I could tell that she was trying to pray, but all that was coherent was the occasional "Please" and "Jesus." That was okay with me. I thrust away into her cunt thinking about her wedding night some fourteen years ago. Her inexperienced husband, a boy still, really. Neither of them knowing anything about what to expect, other than their urges and attempts to read between the lines of the Song of Solomon. Her then-new husband pawing at her young, firm, virginal breasts. Her confusion, not understanding why he wanted to do this, but being determined to submit to her husband as God wished her. His impatience, having waited half his young life to do something about his hard, insistent dick. His dick sinking into her virgin cunt, breaking her hymen and spreading the walls of her vagina for the first time. The unfamiliar burn in her cunt and the humiliation as he thrusts his dick into her body over and over again with the impatience of youth. I'm thinking of her humiliation and confusion as he explodes in her, as his cum dribbles out of her now-sacredly-defiled cunt. She is his, to fill with cum until death do them part.

But right now she is mine to fill with cum. I thrust deep into her and spurt my cum into her cunt, right up against her cervix. I grind against her making sure every last bit gets dumped deep in her cunt and then I collapse on top of her.

As I recovered from that exertion I started sucking on her nipples. I was rewarded with milk and also with whimpers. I kept sucking and also started toying with her other nipple. It took a few minutes, but after a bit of effort she started squirming underneath me. "No. No. Please. Stop. Jesus. No. Please" she said over and over again quietly.

I did stop. Not because of her pleas but because I needed something from my pants pocket. I got it and returned to the bed.

I carefully ran the straps around her thighs and positioned the main portion against her clit. Then I got her discarded panties from the floor and shoved them in her mouth before she could react. She'd been pretty quiet so far but even the threat of waking the kids wasn't going to keep her quiet through what I still had planned for her.

I don't know what the odds were that I could get her pregnant. The way her husband fucked her she might already have been pregnant. Who knows? But I figured I could try and making her cum would improve the odds that it was my sperm that found her egg. Plus it would be fun to humiliate her by making her cum. I was pretty sure she'd never had an orgasm before.

So I turned on my little toy and the vibrations stimulated her clit in ways I was certain she'd never felt before. She bucked and pulled her legs together but the straps held the vibrator securely in place against her clit. I went back to stimulating her nipples. I'm not sure what the noises she was making meant, but muffled through her panties they sure were sexy noises.

For half an hour I worked on her, pinching and sucking on her nipples and playing with the speed control on the vibrator. Finally her body gave in and spasmed. I kept the stimulation up as she screamed into her panties and squirmed and jerked around on the bed, her movements restrained by the rope and zip tie. Finally she quieted down some and I turned off the vibrator and removed it.

By now I was quite hard again. I plunged my dick back into her cunt, but it was now quite sloppy and she was too far gone to notice. So I pulled out and pushed against her asshole. She noticed that. She started squirming and making more muffled noises. I didn't care though. Her tight sphincter felt so good around the head of my cock as I pushed through it, taking her anal virginity. I pushed steadily and slowly sank into her bowel. When I was a few inches in I started fucking her ass with short fast strokes, getting a bit deeper with each thrust. She was crying again and moaning each time I thrust into her. Her ass was much tighter around my dick than her cunt had been.

I sank my entire length into her hot, tight ass.  I groaned. It was amazing. I'd already cum twice and I was close to cumming again. I pulled out almost all the way. Her face relaxed in relief. She thought I was done. Then I slammed all the way into her again as she screamed into her panties. I fucked her ass hard, with long strokes, for several long, wonderful minutes as she cried underneath me. Finally I unloaded the contents of my balls deep inside her ass and collapsed upon her again.

As I softened I became aware of a fullness in my bladder. The easiest thing I could think of was to simply let go with my dick still deep in her ass. I pushed against her and let my piss fill her ass. It was an amazing feeling. The piss built up around my dick as she looked confused. Suddenly her ass spasmed and the piss drained deeper into her. It was replaced by more piss that pooled around my dick until her ass spasmed again, drinking my piss deeper into her body. By now she was squirming and screaming into her panties again.  Her ass spasmed again and again, pulling more of my piss into her as I emptied my bladder into her bowels. Her belly began to bulge and she started crying again, struggling against her bonds and trying to kick at me. I held her ankles as I finished emptying my bladder deep inside of her. I rubbed her bulging belly and felt the muscles tense and cramp beneath my hand.

"I'm going to pull out now. You'd better tighten your ass if you don't want a very messy bed." I felt her sphincters tighten around my dick. I started to pull out but the pressure of her tight sphincters around my dick gave it new life. By the time all but the head of my dick was out of her ass I was hard again. I slammed in again, causing her to scream as my dick invaded her tight ass again.

She held her ass tight as if she was afraid (or hoping) that I would pull all the way out. But I wasn't interested in that any more. I fucked her ass hard and long. I'd already cum three times and I fucked her forever before I felt the cum boiling out of my balls again. I thrust into her, mauling and biting her tits, letting her tight ass milk my dick over and over again while she cried and moaned in pain underneath me. Her ass spasmed along with her belly as the piss inside her irritated her bowels, but that felt even better on my dick than just fucking her. For a timeless time I plowed her in ecstasy, her sphincters grabbing at and milking my cock. Over and over I thrust deeply into her piss-filled belly. Tears soaked her face. Her panties muffled her sobs and groans as her belly tightened, desperately wanting to expel the burning liquid and my intruding cock.

For a long time I just fucked her ass hard and deep, enjoying the feeling of her muscles reacting to her agony, reveling in the pain it was causing her and the pleasure it was giving me. Finally, after an age, my balls tightened and I slammed into her ass, fucking with short, hard, deep strokes as I gave her my final load to mingle with the previous one and the piss that filled her. Then I rolled over and pulled out quickly, without warning. Her unprepared sphincter gushed piss, cum and shit all over the pillow. She sobbed in humiliation as she uncontrollably shit her bed.

I dried my dick and balls on her beautiful, long auburn hair. I washed myself up in her bathroom, got dressed and gathered my stuff. Then I untied her ankles and clipped  the zip tie holding her wrists to the headboard.

"You tell anyone about this, bitch, and I'll kill your entire little brood. AFTER I rape those pretty little girls of yours." I'm not really into kids, but she doesn't need to know that.

She curled up on her bed and sobbed. I walked out of her house and out of her life.

I didn't go back for more than a year. I wasn't sure if my threat was enough to keep her quiet. I'm still not sure if she told or not. But I definitely didn't want to be around to catch the eye of the police for awhile.

But a year and a month later, that seemed safe. So I settled down to stalk her again, watching from the woods behind their house, through their bedroom window. 5:45am, her husband reaches into the night table, pulls out a tube, spreads it's contents onto his dick. He reaches over, rolls over over and mounts her. No nipple play, even. He fucks her until he comes in her, annointing his sacred, God-given cum dump.

He gets up and goes to the bathroom. She rises and reaches into the crib next to their bed. She sits down in the chair next to the window and looks out on the woods. I'm well camouflaged, as long as I don't move around she won't notice me. She unbuttons her high necked nightgown, opens the flap on her nursing bra and exposes her nipple. She lifts the baby to her breast. What is it, three months? Four? Maybe I did win the sperm roulette. It takes her nipple in its mouth. As it sucks at her nipple she stares out the window and through my binoculars I can see her tears.