Business Bitch

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.