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For James
Chapter 7
By Incomplete
Synopsis: A young pretty Asian wife falls into the hands of several sadists
but must endure it for the sake of her husband.
Story Codes: M/f slavery real reluctant humiliation Serious
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and includes adult situations and
extreme acts of sexual depravity, including rape and torture. It is intended
for adults only. If you are under the age of eighteen or, in some jurisdictions,
twenty-one, do not continue past this point. If you desire to read on, it is by
your own choice and responsibility as a free adult in a free society. All
characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons living
or dead, is purely coincidental. The author does not condone any non-consensual
sexual activity in the real world. This is fantasy, not reality, and it should
stay that way.
The one valuable lesson that Jeannie learned in life, is that no matter how bad
things turn, it still will pass. It was that idea and belief that allowed her
to survive. Now her week as the cum dump for the soldiers had also passed.
James had returned, and their lives resumed a certain level of normalcy. She
was allowed more "fuck-time" with her husband, and her hours spent as a sexual
plaything were also changed, with the introduction of Luisa Santos.
Luisa was a thick lady. She had big burly shoulders, tree trunk thighs, and
huge mammaries. It was difficult to assess her age, as her face often cringed
and wrinkled up upon the slightest provocation. This was the Mistress that
Jeannie was assigned to work under. She could no longer be an independently
horny slut, but be a fine tuned and disciplined one. After all, she was to be
a mother.
Working under Luisa was not easy. And ironically, she feared her female owners
even more than the men. They knew a woman's body well, and were able to extract
almost any sensation that they wanted from her. And so, Jeannie spent nearly
all of her time with a vibrator buried in her slit. This was, as Luisa pointed
out, for her own good, as she was to be proper wife, only allowing James access
to her cunt. Yet, it hummed and twisted itself within her body, but it was
never enough to bring her off, so that she was constantly at a state of high
arousal. Her panties were constantly wet, and whenever she moved, a new wave of
sensations would wash over her tortured sex. The batteries would last for a
couple of days, and like a battery operated fuck doll, she would need to find
and pay for new ones.
She had to buy the batteries from her mistress. To solve the income problem,
Luisa generously offered her own precious time to take Jeannie to town to find
work. So for three days of the week, instead of servicing soldiers, she had to
work for the extra cash to buy the batteries. Each visit to town was a
miserable experience.
While her short shorts or skirts would change, her top would remain the same,
a cut-off T-shirt, that she had to wear without a bra. It was like a
condemnation. It was tight and thin, but more than that, it was adorned with
phrases that advertised her to be living fuck doll. On the front were saying
like:
"My name is Cunttits"
"Fuck me"
"Love slave for rent"
And worse, the back advertised her prices: "Cheap SLUT: 5 peso bj, 20 peso ass
fuck, Group fuck discount, and Double Digit sized cocks: free fuck." The prices
were made artificially low enough, so that even the poorest farmer could
afford to fuck the poor, unfortunate wife, and this contrasted sharply to the
over priced batteries. Additionally, because of her activities, Jeannie was
taken to the army doctor for prophylactic treatment for VDs. And these visits
she had to pay for herself, both in cash and with her flesh.
As she lay in bed, between the fat thighs of her mistress, she wondered what
was left, and how long she must endure these stupid games. A heavy hand patted
her head, and she glanced up immediately, fearful of having made a mistake.
"You like my cunt, don't you?" the woman asked.
"Yes, ma'am," eagerly replied the slave girl.
"Good," the rotund woman commented, as she sat up and smeared her cunt juices
over the girl's face, making it glisten. "You can spend all night with it. How
you like that?"
"Thank you, Miss Santos."
Luisa lied back into her large bed. She fell over to one side, and lifted her
fat thigh slightly. The girl looked for a few second, before figuring out her
new position. Taking a deep breath, Jeannie crawled halfway up the bed before
placing her pretty face between the woman's legs. She felt the heavy leg fall,
clamping her in between the fat thighs. This is how I'm going to die? she
thought. Suffocated between a lesbian's thighs. She wasn't sure whether to
laugh or cry. Then suddenly, she felt the familiar gentle, but threatening tap
on her head. Reluctantly, Cunttits pink tongue slid out of her mouth and
gently penetrated the woman's engorged pussy lips.
The news of his wife's pregnancy was a mixed blessing. James was relieved that
she was now given to him full-time. Even when he went away, she was left alone
in his chambers. No one uses her, and she was allowed time to take the baby to
term. However, James was also desperately worried. First, he was afraid of what
the General might do to their child, and second, he was afraid that the child
wouldn't be his. As much as he would like to ignore it, he was still a
practical man, and knew what his wife was doing. His fear wasn't so much for
himself, but rather for his wife. If the kid wasn't a by-product of their
coupling, she would never forgive herself.
His anxiety and anticipation was finally dispelled when Jeannie finally gave
birth to a healthy Chinese boy. The imprisoned couple was congratulated and
greeted by their master. Yet their joy lasted as short as the visit. Within
two weeks, the child was ripped from Jeannie's arms. In their long stay, they
finally tried fruitless to fight to preserve the integrity of their family.
The baby was taken. James, despite his great patience and endurance to wait
for the right opportunity, thrashed out, and was beaten down. It took him
almost three weeks to recover. The poor young mother was strapped down, and
through a combination of threats and promises, was finally persuaded to calm
down.
As she finally regained her health and strength, Jeannie was invited once
again to the General's chambers. The fat General could hear the clicking of
her high heels as they approach the door. He heard the door open, then close
again as the clicking resumed, louder with each successive step, until finally,
the slave stood before him.
She was even more beautiful than before. Despite motherhood, her body was
still as slender as he last remembered it. The only change was perhaps her
tits had enlarged slightly, giving them a fuller appearance. He marveled at
his ingenuity.
The girl wore white stockings that hugged her legs, and ended on her upper
thighs, with large black frills. Her top was little more than a black top that
lashed around her chest with a few layers of black furrows. The thin straps
climbed up and over her small shoulders, and the whole outfit outlined her
beauty magnificently. He stared dumbfounded. He could only feel the throbbing
hardness of his cock, until finally her soft seductive voice broke the silence.
"Sir, Cunttits would like to know where Daniel is? I, Cunttits," she corrected
herself quickly, "worries about her son."
"Sir? Now you call me sir? Remember just a week or so ago, you called me a
'Fucking fat pig,' 'A bastard,' 'the devil,' and 'tiny cocked fag' amongst
other things. Wow! I didn't even know your pretty little mouth was so dirty."
"Please sir, Cuntttis wasn't thinking. Cunttits is a slut. Sluts know little
about manners. Please forgive this filthy whore," and she fell to her knees,
and crawled to the man, hoping the display of servitude will change his mind.
The man stood silent for a minute, as if in deep thought. Then he walked over
to a drawer and took out a 20" long dildo. He handed it to the slave. "My
cock might be small, so I don't want you to be unsatisfied. Fuck yourself with
this until you cum."
Jeannie stared wide-eyed at the pole. That was what it was, a cold metallic
pole with a bulbous head. A slap to her face woke her up from her stupor, and
she got up and moved back to the middle of the bed chamber, and placed it on
the ground. Dropping to her knees she opened her mouth. "NO!" she heard the
man shout, "Fuck it raw."
Spreading her long legs she straddled the tip of it, while holding its base
with her other hand. She tried to lower herself onto it, but it was difficult.
After several minutes, she finally got the head inside of her, and she tried
to ride herself in that manner, as her free hand stroked her clit, to help
arouse herself, and get her lubrication flowing as quickly as possible.
She heard another protest. "No. Don't play with your clit, spank it with your
hand. And move your cunt off of the dildo. I don't want a lazy whore. IN and
OUT! IN and OUT!!"
She felt the large bulbous head stretch her tender flesh, as it fell out with
a loud PLOP. Then gingerly, she fell back onto it. She didn't need to look at
it to see how wide it was stretching her tight pink flesh. How she could cum
while riding this pussy torturer was beyond her. Nonetheless, she knew that
she had to do it.
General Rio had what he wanted, what all men wanted. He had money, power, and
a real good looking woman doing anything and everything that his mind fancied.
Sure, he had plenty of fuck toys. Some were bought with cash, others taken by
force. Yet none satisfied him more than the knowledge of complete dominance
and control. The woman bobbing her pretty head on his rigid cock was surely
different.
He imagined how at some point in her life, she must have sworn an oath of
fidelity to her husband. At one point in her life, she must have thought that
she would remain loyal to him, and that her body was sacred. At one point in
her life, she must have been independent and educated. When given permission,
she spoke eloquently in a myriad of topics, though her current events was a
little out of date, but in general, she held her own with the rest of the elite.
In fact, she was better than them, even better than he himself was. He knew it.
His empire was built not so much by smarts, but by cruelty and a stroke of
luck. She and James on the other hand, lived and excel with their intelligence
and charm. For that, he hated them.
He looked at her. Not once did her eyes leave his face. She always looked at
him while she sucked and fucked him. He could see the corners of her mouth
curve into an involuntary smile, as if sucking his cock was the most wonderful
thing that she could do. Her transformation scared him. Are women really such
capricious creatures? Are they really capable of such endurance if its for the
people they love? The philosophical implications are really too interesting
and too frightening.
A soft voice beckoned him away from such thoughts. "Cunttits is a bad cock
sucker," the slave girl said, as she gently lifted his cock and began to lap
lavishly at his balls.
A squirt of cum shot from his cock. The girl blinked for a second, before
gingerly opening her eyes. A strand of cum stretched across her right eye, as
it stuck precariously to her long eyelash. "That's right you whore," answered
the old General, despite the obvious satisfaction, "be glad that I'm giving
you a chance to practice."
In between the loud slurps and suckling noises, the General could hear the
muffled reply of his fuck pet, "HmmThmmakkkkymmou siimmmr."
Over the next two months, Jeannie's skin tone changed. The healthy golden tan
that she sported in her previous life, changed back to a smooth light creamy
complexion. General Rio wanted her to be more exotic, more befitting of her
own lineage. Dark complexion whores were plentiful in Southern America. What
he wanted was a real Far Eastern bitch, that was solely his, and his she was.
Jeannie no longer visited James. Even when the three crossed paths, the General
noted that the husband and wife merely glance at one another. Has she given up
on her husband, or has James given up on his slut wife? The man was more of an
enigma than his wife. In fact, it was because of him that the General took an
interest in Jeannie. He wanted to control James, and profit from his genius.
Some might think the General had gone too far, for James became increasingly
reclusive since his beating, when they took his son away.
Though many had expected the man to revolt, and were surprised by his actions,
or rather inactions, it was the General who was undisturbed and unsurprised.
His domination of Jeannie and his child was the ultimate hold on the man. I'm
the King. I'm God. Those were the profound invisible declarations that James
heard, and it had its desired effects.
The same was true of Jeannie. She had long ago stopped resisting. The General
was able to take, from day one, anything and everything from the young wife,
but now, she gave actively. She lived to please and adore him. It was one thing
to have a woman love a man. It was another to have her anyway that he wanted
her, just because he wanted it from her. Jeannie was his. Even when he was
briefly married, the General's wife didn't entirely give up her being for him.
Jeannie did. For a man as powerful as the General, this was still a new
experience, which made the creature with which he controlled that much more
interesting and desirable.
Tonight, he had her strung up in his room on her tip toes. Her fabulous tits
were looped together with a thick coarse rope, into two round packages, capped
off with her small jutting nipples. Around each of those sensitive buds, were
two sets of chopsticks, tied tightly together. Together they clamped down on,
and squeezed her nipples painfully. By the look of her face, General Rio knew
that they were very effective in drawing out her pain.
Tied to her primitive nipple clamps was a small, thinner rope that ran over
and down her back. Continuing still, the rope ran through the globular cheeks
of her bubble shaped bottom, and exited through the valley formed by her cunt
lips. It was this rope that the General held on to, as he continuously pulled
on it. The chopsticks were unyielding in their hold of her nipples, and the
rope, as it wounded down and through her crotch, was knotted and frayed. So
the entire apparatus was made to make her feel very uncomfortable, to say the
least.
Even her arms were not spared, as they were lashed cruelly to each other at
her elbows. Drool continued to drip in an endless torrent onto her tits, as the
perforated ball gag kept her from closing her tortured jaws. She tried shifting
her weight, but did so cautiously, as a slip from her weakened calf and
quadriceps would mean further pain around her tits, as the ropes that bound
them were the same ones that kept her standing on her toes. If she fell, then
her tits would surely be strangled, and dangling from her tits was the last
thing that she wanted. However, she wasn't sure how long she could keep this
up. It had already been three hours, and her master was still toying with her
crotch rope. By now, her sex had been rubbed raw. She wanted to disappear, die
even, but knew the power which kept her from doing so.
"Do you want to speak?" the General asked.
The girl nodded, and so he removed her gag. She tried to work her mouth, but
it failed. Gently, like a kind father, he pressed her lower jaw against her
upper one. She licked her lips, and tried opening and closing her mouth a few
more times, slowly at first then a bit faster later.
"Thank you, sir," she said.
The man was holding a long cylindrical leather whip. He dangled it onto her
body. It felt heavy. He twirled it a few times into the empty air, making a
heavy WHOOOSH sound. Jeannie was scared. It had been a long while since she
was last whipped.
"Cunttits is sorry for being a stupid bitch," Jeannie apologized.
"OH?" inquired the old man.
"Cunttits is a stupid bitch, and that's why master is punishing this whore,"
said the girl dejectedly.
General Rio ran a callused hand down her face and wiped away a streak of tears
as he tenderly kissed her. She reciprocated lovingly, like the way a wife
kisses her husband. As he withdrew, thick strands of saliva parted, and he
smeared that around her lips. "Actually, you're a good bitch."
The girl looked at him puzzled. He stood back and lashed at her. A sharp shriek
rose from her throat. He aimed continuously at her taut calves, until finally
she fell. "YEEEOOOOOOOOOW!" she said, as all of her weight was transferred to
her tender orbs. As she tried desperately to find her footing again, and at
the same time, minimize her swaying, a firm strong hand caught her, and held
her horizontally. "Do you know why?" he asked.
The girl shook her head. He dropped her, and she scrambled again. General Rio
patiently waited until she found her footing. Then repeated the torture several
more times, until the girl stood unsteadily, shaking involuntarily. The same
gentle hand held onto leg. Slowly, it lifted one, and like a husband, slipped
onto her foot a strappy high heel. He did the same for her other foot. It was
still uncomfortable, but at least she wouldn't fall. He sat back down on his
chair, and replaced the whip with that same crotch rope.
"Fuck yourself on it." he demanded, and she complied. Slowly she sawed her sex
on the rope. "Faster and deeper." She tried lowering herself more, so that the
rope would cut deeper into her sex. She felt every prick of the frayed hemp.
She was riding the rope. Mercifully, he didn't compel her to continue
indefinitely on it. He closed in on her, and with one chubby hand, slapped at
her sex. SPAT! A finger hooked itself into her slit, as it probed harshly.
"Can't get wet on a rope, huh?"
"No sir. Cunttits needs a cock," she said, knowing all the right lines.
Another large hand cupped and lifted her buttock until she was now at a 45
degree angle. She could feel the large bulbous head of his cock at the tip of
her raw, red cunt. The General too felt the heat of her inflamed passageway.
Slowly, as if he wanted to savor her pain, he pushed into her. His cock was
buried to the hilt in her cunt hole. She grunted and ground her teeth. He
rocked back slowly, then thrust forwards with all of his might. "Argggh," she
grunted again. He repeated that same movement, a slow, soft withdrawal; then a
quick, hard penetration. In each instance, the same reaction was extracted, a
weak defeated grunt, followed by a slight grimace.
"Look at me bitch, and don't squint. You're still not wet. Is my cock not
enough for you?"
"No sir," Jeannie quickly replied. "Cunttits is thankful for the master's manly
cock." She tried to squeeze and grasp his thick cock with her cunt muscles in
an attempt to convince her assailant that she needed him.
"Do you know why?" he repeated the question, as he grabbed an end of the
chopstick titty clamp with his free hand and twisted it. Her body reacted by
squirming, kicking, while her inner muscles spastically clamped onto his tool,
much to the delight of the cruel man. Jeannie was in too much pain to respond,
hoping that he would just quit. Yet he continued to twist, first one way, and
then the other, as he continued to saw into her with his cock.
Then in a final act of cruelty, he dropped her, grabbing just her slender
ankles and pulling them wide apart. "AYYYYYEEAAHhhh," she screamed, until her
voice broke. He continued the same methodical fucking; a slow, soft withdrawal,
followed by a quick, hard penetration. As she stared into his face, as she was
compelled to do, she finally realized the answer he wanted.
"Do you know why?" he asked.
She wetted her lips and nodded. "Because you can master. Because Cunttits is
yours."
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