Business Bitch pt. 1

 

CHAPTER 1: THE DISH

 

     Ah, you know the type don’t you?  In her thirties, married, working a white collar job… this one a regional manager for an accounting firm.  There are certainly certain types of women who spin me up faster than anything!  Her name was Marta and I came across her when I saw her at a job fair.  She was definitely what I deem attractive.  She was I figured in her thirties, dark brown hair, large brown eyes, and a superb build for a childless woman that showed a lot of promise. 

     I set forth with my normal stalking and intelligence gathering ways.  It took me a few months to secure the details and information I needed and once I had it I knew this was going to be more than a mere good time for me, this was going to be an education for her.

     I loathe women who are either to good or too self important to provide their husbands off spring.  I am all for a woman bettering herself with education and preparing herself for life it’s only smart to be prepared.  However once she’s married its time to do the right thing and put that aside and become a mother.  There are however plenty of women now days who don’t want the bother or impediment to their careers so they punish their husbands by stifling their family lines. 

     This was the type woman Marta was, too worried about her career and job position to put it on hold and do the one thing a man marries a woman for, provide him children!  This being said I decided I was going to educate poor Marta in her purpose as a wife!  A man can live with a woman and they can fuck every night but to make an honest woman of her he typically marries her if he intends to start a family.  This brings me to my position, once a woman says “I do” she should be expecting to provide him children in the near future, otherwise he could have just kept fucking her and stayed single.

     I grabbed her as she left the mall one evening.  As she unlocked the door to her car I jammed the hypodermic needle into her calf as I lay under the car.  From there I pushed her into the van I had parked next to her driver side. I then hid her car in an empty warehouse and rode a bike back to get my van.  I left a note stating she was leaving him in their house he would have reason to be concerned when she didn’t return from work that day but with the note around the cops wouldn’t even look for her.  They would classify her as an upset spouse, at least for a while. 

 

CHAPTER 2: A PLACE SETTING

 

     She was kept in a concrete room I kept near 100 degrees.  This insured she was always nice and slick with sweat.  I dressed her in size 10 white cotton gown that was mid thigh length and nothing more.  I had taken her measurements while she was unconscious along with her clothing sizes off the things she was wearing.  The size 10 gown clung to her in all the places it should have since she was wearing a size 12 when I undressed her.  Her hair was lovely, a dark shade of brown that was trimmed right at shoulder length and which she generally wore pulled back.  She had bald pits and her pubic hair, also a dark brown and very thick was trimmed into a small strip when I captured her.  She wore a 34B-30-37 size 12 petite.  Laying down I measured her at 5’2.  I guessed her weight to be about 110lbs.  She had been sedated for a little over a week now with IV’s keeping her nourished and a catheter to drain her bladder. 

     Since she hadn’t been awake all this time I sponge bathed her every two days and I spent most of my free time during that period eating her and tasting her cum.  It took some learning to eat her out with the catheter in but I quickly learned and adapted. 

 

     Another nice thing this time period did was allow her body hair to grow out.  I simply detest that bald baby girl body that seems to be all the rage today with women.  I did keep her legs shorn but let her pubic mound and underarms grow and did they.  After two weeks her pubic mound was very thick and bushy.  Her underarms likewise had grown in and provided me with a nice view, the dark hair clashing with her complexion.

 

CHAPTER 3:  MENU EXPLAINED

 

     Before I reduced the drugs and removed the IV I placed the collected newspaper articles on the nightstand so she would learn her fate was real and understand that time had really passed by without her knowing it.  Once the IV & catheter were removed she slowly began to wake.  Her reactions were hysteria which was to be expected.  Once she calmed down a bit she began to look around the room.  What she saw made her jaw drop; the large cell was a big open room with no places to hide for privacy. 

     The bathroom area was just that an area in the corner with a toilet and shower area.  The shower area contained no glass only a floor drain and mounted shower head on the wall.  The TV area had a solid metal bench with foam pad.  The kitchen area contained a fridge, sink, and microwave.  The bedroom area which she was in contained a large wooden framed bed with eyebolts mounted to the head and foot boards.  A dresser along the far wall, one nightstand, and a cabinet mounted into the wall with a steel locked door on it.  She quickly noticed the video cameras mounted everywhere in the cell so that she was visible from any angle.

     The how’s and whys began to roll and I simply sat smiling as she rambled, allowing her time to calm down before I spoke up.  I pointed to the articles and she picked them up reading them one at a time.  No sooner had she finished the first one than she began crying.

     I quickly explained her situation, you’ve been abducted, as you have read your husband is now the prime suspect in your disappearance and thanks to some articles of clothing I placed on your property with a few drops of your blood on them he will probably be incarcerated down the road for what the police suspect was a murder.  She gasped, not believing I could be so cruel.  Now the fun begins as she opens herself up to it all to save her beloved.

     “Please I will do whatever you want just don’t let him goto jail for something that he didn’t do!”  I looked at her and smiled, “willing to do ANYTHING you say…”!  “My dear from now until the time I tire of your company you have NO choice but to do everything I say, grant every request, perform every act!  If you falter he WILL be going to prison and what happens to him in there will make what happens to you here look like child’s play.  If you think for one moment I am not serious and I won’t let him go off to prison think again. Also there is NO escaping from here.  The room is furnished to state correctional institution standards so the odds of you creating a weapon or tool to use to get out are slim and none!”

     It was at this point she began to understand what her fate would be, that she was going to be my toy until I tired of playing with it.  Tears flowed down her cheeks like a waterfall, her crying had stopped verbally though and she only sobbed and sniffled as she listened.

     “You have been married for several years now and yet you have no children!  You have cheated your husband out of heirs because of your own desires.  This WILL be amended.  You will produce at least 1 child before I let you go so you may as well accept that now!”  At that statement she began crying aloud again, upset because it would interfere with her work life when she got out I suppose.

     “Aside from your husband little situation you can and will be whipped, burned, beaten, and/or branded as punishment for disobeying.  Realize this, you will be raped Marta.  You will be raped repeatedly; you will learn to give me head like it is second nature.  You will learn to swallow every time.  You will be made pregnant and you will deliver the child here.  You will be sodomized forcefully!  All these things WILL happen with or without your consent.  Arguing, fighting me, disagreeing with me… all these will get you is punishment!  After the punishment you will still get what I mentioned only you will have been punished before and maybe after.  If I were you I would be smart, if it’s going to happen why take a beating and possibly be disfigured too.  You may as well take my cock, accept it and remain in one piece!”  Now I don’t like doing anything violent to women but she didn’t know this.  She believed it no doubt but that was the plan.  To make her feel she has no other option but to comply.

     Through sobs she replied, “Okay, but I WILL not like it and I do NOT want any of this.  I will do whatever you desire if you get my husband out of that fix and promise not to kill me!”  I chuckled wanting her to think I was pondering it.  “I suppose AFTER you’ve complied I will agree to help your husband by letting you go.”

     She nodded in agreement as I unlocked her feet from the shackles. “FINE just get this over with you bastard!

 

CHAPTER 4:  SLOPPY SOUPS

 

     I entered the underground cell through the heavy steel covered oak door, locking the combination lock once inside.  She knew she couldn’t brain me and run because only I could unlock the door!  I walked over slowly admiring her as she sat on the makeshift couch watching TV.  Her cotton gown was wet from her sweating in the warm room all night.  Me I was fresh from the two hour gym workout just to make sure I was nice and rank for her first breaking in!

     I removed my shoes, slid off my shirt, removed my pants and silk boxers and sat next to her on the couch.  “Are you ready to begin your lessons Marta?”  She said nothing only nodded her head up and down in agreement.  I said only one word but that word was enough to let her know what I expected.  “SUCK”!

     She began her half assed attempt… Lying across my leg, holding just the tip in her mouth as she started jerking me off.  Either she was a novice cock sucker or she was trying to insult me!  My words were preceded with a slap across the side of her head, not hard just enough to get her attention.  “Look you lazy bitch, get in the floor put your knees on the concrete center your body on me and suck it like you want this cock, like you want it happy so it doesn’t hurt you!”

     She flinched as I popped her head then slid into the floor and as she was told knelt between my legs.  “Start by tonguing my balls and inner thighs, clean and pleasure them fully then slowly move to my cock!”  I giggled as I watched her begin licking and kissing on my inner thighs, the sweat and musk from my workout having coated my balls providing her with a nice aroma to remind her she was sucking off a stranger.

     I leaned back and watched feeling and seeing her tears dripping into my thick hairy pubic mound.  It took her several minutes before she was content my sack and inner thighs were clean.  I told her to clean them until they smelled good! 

     After my sack was clean she placed my head to her lips and then slowly let it enter her mouth.  Crying as she sucked me off now letting her mouth slide down my shaft, her lips rolled over her teeth expertly, and her tongue begins to glide over the soft foreskin, swirling over the nerve endings. 

     It wasn’t easy to stave off my orgasm, I wanted to let myself cum so bad but I fought it off.  I let her suck me for almost an hour the first time.  She finally began begging me to cum which is exactly what I wanted.  Her mouth had begun to cramp and get painfully sore from being stretched over and around me and she was desperate to make me cum so she could relax her jaw.

     “Make sure you swallow EVERY drop!”  With those words she took me back into her mouth and worked me as I began firing off thick stringy strand of cum into her waiting married mouth.  As she worked I could feel her gulping and swallowing it down.  After I relaxed a little I chuckled, knowing I had jerked off for two weeks always stopping before I came.  Sure I had blue balls but I also trained my body to build up a huge surplus of cum which she now received deep in her married belly!

     “Were done, goto bed Marta!”  She quickly scurried to bed, curling into the fetal position and crying herself to sleep.  Over the next 12 days I made her suck me off at a minimum 5 times a day making sure she knew what her mouth was meant for!  The next 10-14 days would be a change in pace for her.  Now I would humiliate her more than anything else I would do to her during her stay…eat her pretty slit and make her cum repeatedly as she had just done to me!

Business Bitch pt. 2

 

CHAPTER 4:  SLOPPY SOUPS CONT.

 

 

     For her first months stay she had been made to service me with her air hole repeatedly.  We now begin the next phase of training.  I find this phase to be the most fun because it elicits from the captive a response they detest, they learn something about themselves they never realized.  I make them cum over and over until their muscles cramp so bad they beg me for respite, of course it doesn’t come.  I enjoy this part the most because of the lifelong mental effects they incur when they cum for their rapist over and over, the entire time I mock them telling them they enjoy it and want it.  In the end they begin to question themselves wondering if perhaps they may have secretly enjoyed it.

     I awaken her and she stirs, scooting up the bed to the headboard with her feet drawn up under her.  With the riding crop in my hand I order her to use the restroom, “go piss, don’t wipe when your done I want that morning dew on you!”  Of course she looked at me like I was insane but fearing her safety she did as she was told and walked over to the bathroom area and hiked up her cotton gown, squatting.  I stood mere feet away and watched her as she began to piss, loving the extra humiliation they get when a stranger watches something so intimate.  When she was finished she stood and walked back to the bed, lying down.

     I tapped her feet with the crop and she slowly parted her legs, the tears began to flow anew now.  I wasted no time securing her ankles and wrists to the bed so that she was laying spread eagled.  I slid up the cotton nightgown, admiring the wet dew drops clinging to her now thick dark brown patch of hair.

      “I think you will like this part of your training Marta!”  With that I knelt down, my hands began to gently massage up her inner thighs.  Once they reach her labia I bring my mouth to her dewy mound, making my tongue broad and flat as I lap up her morning dew, tasting her motherly body.

      My left hand begins to massage where the labia and inner thigh meet, this lets me feel her pulse rate through her femoral artery.  With this I can tell when she is genuinely excited or faking it.  My right hand splays her labia as my mouth clamps down over her clit.  I apply a steady suction to her clit and slowly it begins to engorge with blood and swell.  The more it swells the more sensitive it will become.

     Once her little clit is swollen and super sensitive I begin to let the tip of my tongue glide over it slowly and lightly.  Every 10-15 licks I broaden my tongue letting it swirl then go back to the tip.  Each time I return to the tip I increase my tongues pressure.  This gradually builds her pleasure and whether she wants it or not she will find pleasure it’s guaranteed.

     It takes me close to 10 minutes before her pretty slit begins to leak precum.  Her pulse is increasing slowly bit by bit.  As she begins to get wetter I slather two fingers from my right hand in her juices and slowly slide them up inside her.  I curl them up her inner wall as I search for that lovely spongy little oasis I know makes them cum so hard.  By this point she is panting.  Her breathing is rapid and her cries of “please don’t and stop” are now more like “please don’t stop”.  We both knew she really didn’t want ME she wanted the orgasm. 

     My fingers find the place, slowly curling back and forth over it.  My tongue assaulting her clit in snake like fashion and her pulse is now racing.  Her moans come more often now and whether she intended to or not she will cum.  Almost 20 minutes into it now and her face is beginning to flush.  I can feel her internal muscle constricting and relaxing around my fingers.  She closes nearer to orgasm as her breathing becomes labored.

     I keep a steady pace on her clit and g-spot trying to keep the pace and pressure exactly as they are so nothing changes to throw off her orgasm.  It hits her like a freight train as she screams out, crying, moaning, enrapt in the emotion she is feeling.

     I sit up smiling “I hope you enjoyed that Marta you will have many of those over the next few days”!  Once her euphoria died down she began crying, ashamed she had came for a stranger; Humiliated that her body had betrayed her and enjoyed the assault.

     The next 11 days went pretty much like this one.  I spent over 8 hours a day making her cum over and over again all day long.  She had now been my captive for almost 2 months her time with me wasn’t even close to drawing near but she was about to learn a very important lesson.

     As she lay tied to the bed spread eagle I opened the cabinet and returned with a syringe loaded with a special cocktail.  Tapping the reservoir as I stood next to her, “I hope you enjoyed the last 12 days Marta.  I hope you remember the orgasms you had well because they are the last ones you will EVER have and I will be the last man to EVER make you cum!”  Her eyes shot wide open and she began thrashing about and screaming.  I climbed on top of her splaying her labia and exposing her clit.  The musky scent of many orgasms wafted up to meet me and I slowly pushed the needle into the base of her clit.

     It was a potent acidic compound I had learned about during my job with the agency.  During one of our rendition’s a Mossad agent had told me about it and given me the recipe in case we decided to go chemical on one of our charges. I had tucked that little item away and kept it for myself, half afraid to let anyone in my chain know I had it.  I shushed her as I drained the contents of the syringe into the nerve root.  She began screaming as it burns at first, pretty badly I may add.  I simply got up and let her endure it by herself.  A few hours later I checked on her, waking her with smelling salts.

      I turned on a vibrator and began buzzing her clit with it slowly.  I then licked on her, toyed with her… Over an hour total spent on her clit and she didn’t even get wet!  Perfection!!  She cursed me and spit on me, the usual how could you bullshit.  “If you weren’t more preoccupied with your career than you are your family perhaps I wouldn’t have Marta.  This will force you to make a decision regarding your husband.  Since you no longer have the ability to cum you won’t have to worry about needing a man for satisfaction.  Your body is now only going to be good for BABIES & GIVING your husband PLEASURE!”

 

CHAPTER 5: TOSSED SALAD

 

     I had left her alone for almost a week to contemplate her new situation.  I wanted to let it sink in good before the next degradation began.  It was during this time I thought back to our first encounter. 

     I had met her at the job fair; I noticed her beauty right away.  I had hung around the booth observing her for quite a while that day and I couldn’t believe what I saw.  I watched as she denigrated her coworkers especially the married ones.  I got a sense from listening to her talk down to them when she thought no one was in earshot that she thought less of them because they had children and families and weren’t willing to put their careers ahead of their husbands archaic desire to produce heirs.  Later during my intelligence gathering when I had bugged her office with video and audio devices I learned just how on the money my thoughts had been.  It was obvious to me as a man looking in that these women took shit from her just for that reason.  She had gotten ahead in her company because she had no kids to take up her time and she could immerse herself in work.

     I began to see a better picture of her at this point.  She was a ball busting bitch who thought less of women who took the motherly route, especially if they had took a hiatus from the job until their children were old enough to go to school.

     I walked in and found her sitting on the bed knees pulled to her chest.  I sat the squeeze bottle of honey on the nightstand.       

     “Now Marta, since your body no longer receives pleasure you will learn your only purpose during intercourse is to GIVE pleasure.”  I undressed slowly and lay down on the bed besides her handing her the bottle of honey.  She got a puzzled look on her face.  “You are going to learn the art of tossing salad Marta!  In prison a sub prisoner shows loyalty and obedience by what’s called tossing his masters salad.  This is when you take honey and pour it into your master’s ass crack and lick it out.  Your going to toss my salad Marta and show me you understand your place is that understood?  OH, lets not forget hubby is still counting on you for his freedom otherwise he may learn to toss some salads himself!” as I laughed hysterically to press home the point.  She had a look of nausea come over her face as she looked at the honey bottle then at me, I could tell she was contemplating what was to come. 

     I rolled over face down and ordered her to work.  As much as she loathed the very thought of it she knew if she balked her husband would end up in prison for the rest of his life, what choice did she have?

     I felt my cheeks being parted and the thick liquid began being drizzled down onto my waiting hole.  She poured on a hefty amount, probably to help hide the taste and aroma she anticipated.

     The next thing I felt was heavenly.  Her hands prying my cheeks open as her married mouth, the lips she kissed her husband with and her warm soft tongue began gliding along my crevice.  She licked at the honey, at first trying to work around the hole but after a while that was the only place left to go and her tongue slid across it.  She began licking and lapping at my asshole, gently and slowly.  “Get all the honey and make sure you push your tongue up inside and get that too!”  At the mention of it she dry heaved and gagged.  I gave her a few seconds to compose herself and she went back to work.

     She succeeded in licking the honey off me, leaving my ass crack and hole clean.  The next sensation I felt was her lips puckered around my asshole and her tongue pressing inside me.  “Tongue fuck it until I tell you to stop Marta!”  Saying nothing she began to thrust her tongue in and out of my asshole.  I let her go for several minutes before I told her she could stop.  She sat up and I rolled over.

     I hadn’t heard a peep out of her really but as I looked at her face I saw it soaked in tears and she tried to avoid looking at me.  I pull her chin up so her face was pointed at me and smiled.  “I bet you can’t wait to try that out on your dearest hubby; Laughing hardily at her apparent humiliation.

     Rest Marta for we begin to train that precious little pussy of yours next!

 

CHAPTER 6: MAIN COURSE

 

     I strolled over to her as she once again sat on the bed.  I had watched her shower until the hot water was gone and then cry herself to sleep last night on the closed circuit cameras.  Now she sat reading a edited copy of Elle magazine, likely trying to clear her head with something cheery.  I prescreen everything in the room to ensure information is controlled in a manner to my benefit to include the handful of DVD’s I had left her for the TV which got no open air channels. 

     She had changed into another of the many long cotton night gowns I had stocked the dresser with.  The high calorie meals I had been intentionally giving her had over two months made her gain I would guess 15-20lbs.  Her body was now softer and more womanly, like a married woman should look.

     “If you want to rape me just do it and get it over with.”  She put her magazine down and slid down lying on her back and parted her legs.  I was impressed, in two months I had broken her down to this.  She no longer fought me or begged for mercy, she now knew her role and what she was meant for as a woman.  “Would it do me any good to ask you for a condom so I won’t get pregnant?”  Now at that I had to laugh, “CONDOM?  Now that’s funny Marta!  I already told you that you will become a mother while you’re here and today we begin trying to make a real honest woman of you!”  I stripped off my clothes and lay down on the bed on my back.  Snapping my fingers I order her to mount me.

     She never says a word in protest she merely gets up and climbs over me.  Reaching down she places the tip of my swollen cock to her slit.  “You WILL look at me while you fuck!  I want to remember the look on your face when I cum in you!”  She only nodded and looked into my eyes.  Hers were empty and hollow as she pushed down and began to grind my cock, letting the precum lube her labia so it would enter easier.

     She finally worked my cock into her.  Her emotionless face staring at me as she rocked back and forth raping herself on my cock.  I enjoyed watching her work her body on me as I thought about how she was now frigid and unable to cum or enjoy sex with any man again.  The mere thought of it proved too much and I grasped her hips and held her tightly as I slammed up into her, moaning out as I emptied myself into her filling her with cum for the first time in her stay.

     The anticipation of how she would feel when I fucked her and the frigid factor was too much and I came in under 5 minutes.  Oh well, one down many more to go I thought as I ordered her to clean my cock off.  She curtly replied “yes sir” and began licking and cleaning me. 

     I made her rape herself several more times that night, filling her with cum until my balls hurt from having nothing left in them and I went home for the night.  The next few days went pretty much the same, me making her rape herself with my cock over and over.  Once I was satisfied she had learned her place I would take position as the rapist over her.

     Today before we began I brought her a clipping showing her husband had been arrested and arraigned for murder.  She cried and begged me to help her free him and I told her that it was all up to her in the end.

     This time as I undress I ordered her to lie on her back.  I taught her to fold her legs Indian style and hold them against her breasts as she lay back.  I placed a pillow under her now meaty ass and knelt at her married slit.  I love this position because it allows for extremely deep penetration!  It also tilts the hips and rolls the cervix up.

     I leaned over her folded legs pressing them to her tightly and using only my precum for lube I began raping my way into her dry hole.  She cried out as I forced my cock into her roughly and brutally.  As just over half my 7 ½” cock was inside her I felt the tip impact her cervix.  She grunted as I hit it and I pulled back looking into her eyes which by now she knew were to always be aimed at me.  As though she already knew what was coming her face had a look as if to beg me not to.

     I rammed it into her, the head jamming into her cervix and her eyes sprang open and tears began flowing like a waterfall.  She knew better than to ask me to stop.  She was beginning to learn how to behave as a good sub so instead she did what she knew would make me cum the fastest and thus end her punishment “This body is for your pleasure, USE it, take your pleasure in me sir!”  At that I began hammering into her cervix over and over, forcing the tip of the head literally into her cervical opening.  She didn’t scream she only bit her lips and grunted.

     Soon enough I was holding my cock buried inside her, the head wedged into her cervical opening as gravity and this position allowed cum to literally spray down into her waiting womb.  Once I was done spasming I slid out and sat back.  “I am glad you found pleasure with this body sir!” She then knelt and began cleaning my cock with out a word being said.  She was indeed beginning to know her place as a woman.

     For another two weeks this position would be used on her several times a day, sometimes so she would be so sore inside she could barely manage to walk across the room to the toilet or shower.  Pain is and has always been the best teacher, ask anyone who has used a shock collar on a dog to train it.  Its quicker and more effective than anything else.

 

 

 

Business Bitch pt. 3

By: John Maddux

CHAPTER 7: DESSERT

 

     We were now at the 4 ½ month mark in her captivity.  She has so far learned to be a good sub and tend to a man's needs with no prodding.  It’s been almost 9 weeks since I started trying to get her pregnant and she hasn’t asked about her husband since our last talk on the subject.  As of yesterday morning I was happy to find she saw two lines on her EPT.  She is indeed pregnant! 

     Since she is now pregnant I must begin the final phases of her training and that is to teach her to fuck like a mother should.  Before I begin this journey though I thought it would be best to not just make her into a mother but make her feel like one who’s had not just one but several children stretch her babyslit open.

     Her eyes were as wide as volleyballs when I walked in and held up the inflatable dildo.  It was 8” long and 2” thick deflated, black in color with the pressure ball dangling from the end.  She dared not resist and she knew better.

     “I would guess you mean to use that on me sir?”  I smiled cruelly nodding in agreement and like a good sub she said nothing.  She slid down the bed onto her back and pulled her gown up slowly exposing her thick dark mound of hair.  As she got into position I squeezed a liberal amount of lube onto it and stroked it slowly to menace her with it.

     I inserted the toy inside her and began pumping it up causing it to grow in length and girth.  Once she could take no more pain from the stretching and let slip a scream I stopped.  Measuring her babyslit opening, 4” across; in time she would take MUCH more than this.  My own wife had delivered naturally with no drugs and our largest measured 13” across the shoulders so I planned on showing her she was no better than my own wife at the minimum.

     I would leave it in her for hours at a time.  During a normal delivery the child was wedged into the babyslit for mere minutes and I knew how just that little bit would effect the feel so I was sure I would notice a difference after stretching her for hours at a time.

     Her sessions continued day after day regardless of when or how I fucked or, let alone how many times we fucked everyday.  I would continue this treatment until the day she delivered.

     I am standing at the end of the bed watching her sleep a few mornings later.  I admired how she looked now, her weight now about 135-140lbs.  She has filled in nicely and now looks matronly and soft from the diet I have her on.  Her night gown tight around the hips and belly and as always soaked with sweat down the front from the heat in the room.  She has no idea what is about to befall her.

     I awaken her as I roll her over to her belly.  Already naked I waste no time getting around behind her to make my assault.  She stir awake now and begin to wonder why the tempo of her treatment has changed.  She is normally expected to take her position without being touched or told and now I am forcing her into the position I want her in.  “Please sir what is your intent, you don’t like me face down you prefer to see my face as I am used!”  She is confused as I pull her night gown up, I place my legs on the outside of hers to hold hers tightly together so she can’t spread them to open her hole and decrease the pain. 

     “Your going to become a mother soon Marta.  You need to learn how a mother should be enjoyed and used by her man.  Once kids stretch your pussy and turn it into a babyslit your husband is going to need something tight to fuck.  That’s where this ass comes in handy Marta.  Once you have kids your ass will be called a mommyhole!  You will offer it for sex because it is tight and not broken in!”  Her questions were countless and garbled together as she realized she was about to be ass raped.  She also realized it wouldn’t be gentle or caring, that I intended to break her hole in hard and properly.  This scared her because she had always avoided anal sex because so many of her friends that tried it told her how much it hurt and how cheap they felt when men came in their asses.

     “Please sir NO, I will promise I will use my air hole and make you feel so good, so good you won’t need this one please sir let me show you!  I smacked the back of her head roughly!  The tip wet with precum find its place between her round meaty cheeks as I rest it against her hole.

     “You KNOW better than to use the word no!”  She panicked, “I am sorry sir your correct, my body is meant for a mans pleasure and of course you may use this body as you desire.  I am ASKING you politely sir to show this body mercy and not make me hurt more than you desire for your own pleasure.”

      I don’t answer her right away I only begin pressing the fat head into her virgin hole.  As the tip enters slowly I hold her wrists down on the bed, my legs and feet holding hers together to enhance her lesson and make her feel more pain.

     Once the head goes in I thrust hard and brutally forcing the entire cock into her.  I ponder her pain as my cock which is as thick as three of my fingers across stretched her hole open.  I finally pause, my length buried in her deeply, I splay her cheeks and push the last inch and a half into her bowel.

     She remembered her training and as much as it hurt she didn’t make an audible scream only grunts, she was allowed to grunt like the animal she was.  She pulled her hand up under her and bit into her palm to keep her silence.  I thrust hard and deep for a while, hurting her.  I changed to grinding in large circles letting my cock stretch her muscles open and gape her.  I looked down to see a pink froth on my shaft and I knew then I had torn her open inside.

     I held her cheeks apart and began pulling all the way out and after a 3 count to let her hole begin to close I shoved it back all the way into her; this way her hole learned not to close up right away.  I raped her bowels brutally, enjoying the virgin tightness and extreme hot temperature of her insides.

     As though she knew what would end her pain and make me cum she turned her head back, “Please sir show me what this mothers hole will be used for, show me where my husband should cum so I don’t get pregnant again”.  With her surprisingly sexy words I exploded in her, flooding her torn cavity.

     I caught my breath and then slid out, her hole having been taught not to close up right away stayed open for a few seconds allowing the pink milkshake to run down her thighs.

 

CHAPTER 8:  THE CHECK PLEASE

 

     I held her captive for several more months.  I continued to stretch her with the toy daily as I said.  Throughout I kept a log of her measurements.  She could now easily take a width of 9 ½” and with some discomfort 10 ½” but she couldn’t take anything more than 12”.  I enjoyed stretching her to 9 inches for hours at a time and seeing her obscene looking hole pulled open.  At times I would even have her fuck me afterwards, humiliating her about how loose she was.  She avoided believing me at first but once she realized I wasn’t kidding it really got to her.  She would ride me literally for hours and she was truly to loose now to even bring me to orgasm with only her babyslit.  Eventually she would learn to fuck me for a while and then she would roll face down and offer her mommyhole.  I loved this, she would look back and say the most beautiful things; telling me how loose she was and how a man deserved a tight hole to pleasure himself in.  From the time I broke in her mommyhole I never came in her babyslit again. 

     Her delivery obviously went flawlessly.  She had no pain killers and was in labor for only 30 minutes.  Her previous stretching’s had prepared her pussy for its transformation to babyslit.  The child barely crowned when it slid right out into my hands with very little effort from her.  This proved to be very humbling and humiliating once I pointed out it was because she was so loose.  We had a beautiful baby boy.  Since her training is now over she is preparing to go back to her husband.  I have hours of video of her voluntarily fucking and sucking me every way possible so she can’t cry rape.  If anything I will make it look like I knocked her up and she had to leave her husband out of shame and then decided to go back to him.  She wants to take her baby with her when she goes and I have consented.  I clean her completely and give her a brand new summer dress to wear home.  She says goodbye with a blow job, swallowing my load.  I chloroform her and drop her off near home with smelling salts to wake her I send her on her way.

     Since she would return home the cops would now realize she truly had just run away and the investigation would be called off and he released.  As it turns out he was released and the police issued him a written letter of apology.

     I have checked in on her a few times since to see how her life turned out.  I found her living in a new house in the burbs.  She now has five kids including ours.  I’ve heard she had the shortest deliveries in the history of the hospital with the next two.  The last two she didn’t even make it to the hospital, she is now so loose they simply came out before they could leave the house.  From what I have been able to see from their appearances in and around town her husband couldn’t be happier.  She quit work soon after release and devoted herself to her family full time.  It also appears her training took hold as she seems to be quite submissive to him.  No longer is he cuckolded in his own home.

     Another business bitch put in her place!