Trophy Wife xxx

I had been thinking of redoing their dungeon for quite some time now. As a criminal I had been more successful than I had ever imagined I could be. It was quite remarkable that I had not been exposed thus far. My success was surprising to myself, I had two luscious women penned up and ready to flop and fuck me in any perverse way that I could imagine and anytime of the day or night. All I had to do was snap my fingers and one or indeed both of them would begin performing for me at a moments notice. Supposedly everyman’s fantasy. Well not mine, anymore. It was no longer my fantasy, it was my reality. Before I took these sluts I had only read about such things. Now I was living them.

My life had completely changed. I no longer was solely concerned with work, or my social life. in fact these aspects of my life did continue, albeit at a reduce level. For example I still attended weekly meetings with my office team, and dealt with the odd crisis when it arose. But fortunately these intrusion were minor. I still socialized with my friends and acquaintances, even having friends out to the farm to enjoy the country with me, and for dinner. In fact these friends and I played pool in the basement, mere feet from the dungeon. If they only knew, I wonder what they would think. The entire experience was really too good. If you’ve never had a woman who is afraid of you, you really are missing out, I highly recommend the experience. It really is too yummy!

Anyway my success had me thinking, actually doing more than just thinking, about revamping their quarters. Now that there were two of them to house and care for I really had to build them a proper dungeon. I set about doing this. I drew up some rough floor plans, it is amazing what a novice can create with some pretty cheap software. Then I had an architect friend look them over to make some minor revisions. I was slightly concerned that he wold view the drawings with suspicion. But when I explained the line of work I was in and that I was looking for a very secure place, such concerns faded and he was very enthusiastic. A starving architect friend is helpful when you flash a few greenbacks at him. As for the iron fittings collars, and steel door and such I could always fabricate them or order them from survivalist outlets. despite Reagan fading into history, if nothing else he sure spawned the survivalist industry.

I was planning a new building entirely. Designed to look like a small guesthouse, from the outside, that would complement the farmhouse. In fact the guesthouse would actually be used as a pool house. I was going to locate the pool in between the farmhouse and the guesthouse. My drawing called for it to be landscaped so that the pool area was in an defilade position, concealed by elevation till you were nearly upon it. The climate allowed it so I would plant lots of palm trees around the building.

The real purpose was to provide a more humane, though not by much, setting for the sluts. After all it looked as though I would be able to keep them for considerably longer than I first imagined. I figured that I could get some contractor to throw it up in about a month. Maybe three weeks, if the bonus structure were convincing. But I still wanted to do it right, so I was prepared for it to take longer. Some contractors tend to drag their feet. The basement dungeon portion was to be formed as much as possible out of pre-poured concrete slabs so it should take a few days at most to put together.

Construction started today, I had to maneuver the heavy digging equipment around the location of the existing underground dungeon. If I let even a heavy pickup truck drive over the location then there might be a collapse. If it did not cave-in completely it was still quite fragile and could be damaged by the mere passing of a pickup truck over the location.

I had made all the arrangements needed to begin construction on this newest dungeon of mine and could now return to my newest hobby. That being turning every waking moment the two women would spend into a living hell. Quite a tax on my imagination, as I had to devise new and increasingly horrible things to do to them.

The women of course did not know whether it was day or night, or even what day or month it was anymore, not for certain anyway. It was late afternoon when I released them for more play this time. They were still clad in their stained lingerie from the previous escapade. I would have to devise a way that they could launder their own clothing, as I was tired of doing it for them. Stacy looked like shit, and she smelled like she had vomited during the night. No doubt the taste of her friends snatch was doing little for her. I removed the collars and handcuffs from them, and directed Vicky to return her clothes to their respective bins and then head for the shower. I intended to use her further today. I had incredible desire for her. she was new and fresh and everything I did to her brought horror to her eyes still. Stacy of course was beyond all that, she would flop down on the floor and fuck for me anytime I asked, almost without hesitation. The terror that once filled her eyes was long since removed by my repeated rapes and abuse.

Stacy was still kneeling before me, she was rubbing her hands together trying to get some feeling back into them, from her previous long night bondage. Her eyes were tired from lack of sleep. She looked at me and spoke softly. “Can I have something to eat Darling?” I didn’t answer her, I walked to the tiny fridge and removed a hot dog that was laying there. It had some surface mould developing on it, but I didn’t mind. She wouldn’t either. She was still rubbing her hands when I handed the cuffs back to her. She placed her hands behind her back and refastened them together. With this done I rubbed the hot dog across her face, teasing her with the prospect of food. I soon had her head tilted back her mouth clutching at the dog, trying to suck it into her mouth. Her pleading mouth was quite erotic. I let her take a small bite from the tip of the hot dog. It was a very small bite. I took the hot dog and balanced it on her nose. “I’m gonna have some fun with whore first. If you’re a good little bitch and you manage to keep it balanced on your nose while I’m using her, then I may let you eat it. How does that sound cunt?” “That’s wonderful Darling.” She was careful not to move her head too much in answering the question, lest she topple her reward so soon in the test.

By this time Vicky was just stepping into the shower to clear herself up. I watched as she began to clean herself with the penis shaped dildo. It was still quite humiliating for her. Even the instrument that she craved that would clean her up was shaped like my cock, and was a constant reminder of the torments to come. I watched her for a few moments more before I left the women alone. I went to the bedroom chamber to begin preparing for the session with Vicky.

This session would require minimal equipment. I arranged about a dozen candles and lit them and laid out a mat for her to perform on. I had covered the walls with some mirrored panels. This way when I had her performing she would be staring at herself being humiliated and used. She couldn’t keep her eyes closed throughout her entire performance. This way I could see her heart breaking reflected in her own eyes. The lights were switched out and I waited for her, still dressed and waiting for her to enter sitting on a comfortable easy chair.

This time she entered on cue, she had prepared herself exactly as I had specified. Her hair was pinned up exposing her neck and her delicate throat. I could see her catching her breath as she entered. The tendons in her throat were prominent and holding up the faux pearl necklace that I had left for her to wear for me. It had several strands of artificial pearls that were acting in effect as a choker on her. She had matching earrings and a matching bracelet. Aside from these items she was completely nude. Her feet were not bare, she was wearing very high heels that were fastened to her feet by delicate ankle straps that were locked on her ankles by tiny functional padlocks. She no doubt could have torn these off with some effort. The tiny padlocks were more of a mental reminder that anything. Her hair was of course still platinum blonde and would remain that way for the remainder of her days. A constant reminder of her status, or rather her lack of status. My eyes trailed down her flawless body till I reached her pelvis, which was still nude of hair like the rest of her. Her right hand was demurely shielded behind her thigh, and was holding the single item that I would allow her to wear for this session.

After I finished my visual inspection of her I flicked on the ghetto blaster. The music I had chosen would more closely be described as Musak. It was soft drippy stuff that you hear on bad videos, designed to relax you. It was nevertheless well suited to the scene that I had constructed. She smiled at me, a terrible false smile that prom queens and beauty pageant contestants force on their faces, and began to slowly sway to the music. She soon was in a trance with her eyes closed, no doubt grateful to no longer view her surroundings, or me her tormentor. She moved her body over to the mat and slowly curled herself to the ground. The item she held in her hand, the item that I was allowing her to wear, that I was insisting she wear was a flask of scented oil. She removed the glass stopper and began by pouring a generous amount of the oil over her chest, which then flowed down her body over her breasts slowly downward across her belly and curled in amongst her hairless crotch. Her skin began to shimmer in the reflected light offered by the candlelight. She gently placed the glass flask down on the floor and began to spread the oil across her body. My eyes drank in her beauty. I watched as she caressed her breasts and then stared dumbly at her as her hands began to travel down her body to her shapely thighs. Watching closely I could see the flesh pressed between her fingers as her hands became more insistent. “Pinch your nipples for me, I want to see them getting hard.” She complied. “Pinch them harder.” She winced but she did it, soon her nipples were as hard as I was. “I haven’t decided where I am going to fuck you this time whore.” By this time she had turned her back toward me and was spreading oil across her back and across her ass. Her fingers were delving between her cheeks exploring her body for me just as I wanted. “Yeah I might fuck you in the ass, you certainly seemed to like it yesterday.” She continued to spread the oil across her self. By now she had complied with my monologue and had assumed the knee chest position, in preparation for my inevitable assault. “I certainly am not going to fuck your face whore….your such a lousy cock-sucker. I really don’t know how I am going to do turn you into a cock-sucking slut. There must be something I can do to motivate you.”

She remained in this position as I glided up behind her. I replaced her hands on her ass with my own. Quickly I was exploring her ass with my fingers. I inserted a single finger into her ass, it was tight but the oil she had spread across her body eased the way. She reacted predictably to this intrusion. She began to purr and coo, to try and please me. A few weeks earlier her reaction at a man’s touch would have made her react with repulsion. No doubt her reaction was an act intended to please me, and reduce her torment. I decided to push her limits and began to insert more fingers into her ass. I quickly inserted a second finger then a third, and began to twist the digits in her ass. I could feel her resisting the urge to move away from me, I jammed my fingers deeper into her and coiled my three fingers into a ball. A smaller preamble of the fisting that I was soon to be giving her. She grunted then screamed at the pain, she was however afraid to pull away from the pain. Afraid it would hurt further. She was right to be afraid I would hurt her further. She bent her face around her shoulder looked at me, tears were filling her eyes. “Darling I do the best I can. Please don’t hurt me I’m trying. I’ll do whatever you want, just give me a chance.” I straightened my fingers into her rectum, and tried to add on more finger to the party. My pinky finger. It was incredibly tight but I managed to make it inside her ass. “Now what were you going to do for me?” Through her pain filled clenched teeth she managed to gasp that she would do anything for me. I made her repeat it again. “I’ll do anything you want Darling.” With my right arm I added barehanded smacks to her tortured ass, jabbing all four fingers of my left hand hard into her. She began to elaborate on her pledge. “I’ll do anything, as long as you want it, wherever you want it, over and over.” I kept my fingers buried deep within her. “You’re such a useless fuck I don’t know why I even bother. Taking you in your mouth is a waste of time whore. You don’t seem to be to adept at taking it up the ass.” I punctuated this remark with a brutal thrust of my fingers, this tore a grunt from deep within her. Her hands flew to my forearm and took hold of my wrist to try and stop me from forcing my whole hand into her. And them she said it, but it was only a whisper at first. “Fuck me, please fuck me.” I could hardly believe my ears, so I made her repeat them. “Fuck me Darling, p-lease..” And keep repeating them louder and louder till she was screaming it out, and I was certain that Stacey could here her friend begging to be raped by me. “If I keep fucking you in your cunt whore, you’re gonna get fucking pregnant.” How useful do you think you are going to be to me then, you stupid whore.” “I don’t care Darling, please use me.”

I shoved her over on her back, she tumbled gracefully spreading her legs wide and invitingly, she raised her arms above her head and arched her back, she kept her eyes closed displaying her heavily made up eyes lids, her long false lashes brushed her cheeks. The heels that I had mandated she wear helped prop up her hairless oily vagina, providing me with a tempting target to take. She was trying to make herself tempting for me. Tempting enough to avoid punishment, which was surely to be worse than yet another fuck. I would fuck her hundreds of times. Each time would be less significant than the time preceding it. In short she would get used to it. Pain however, intense pain you can never get used to, not entirely. Assholes working for, torturing victims, for right-wing regimes in Central and South America knew this, from their experience during the Eighties and Nineties. I knew that too, and I would make sure that she knew that also. That she knew that in her soul. That would help to keep her in line, behaving like the slut that I demanded she be.

I eased myself on top of her. I moved slowly, gently even as I insinuated myself into her physical space. I was upon her, I pressed my body into hers driving the air from her lungs, as I settled into the saddle. I made reach down and undo my pants and open her eyes so we could look into each other as I took her, yet again. Her eyes were cold and hate filled. They were also moist with tears that I had put there.

I felt her trembling hands as she cradled my dick in her hands and aimed it at her center. I pushed myself into her, the oils she had spread upon her body during the performance portion of her ordeal eased the way into her. Soon I was buried into completely and was thrusting merrily in and out of her. With each time that I rammed myself into her she released a grunt. As I raped her I took her hands and placed them on her breasts. “Grope yourself whore…pinch those nipples and make them hard. You don’t want me to think that you aren’t having any fun do you?” She shook her head no as she began to knead her breasts between her fingers. I pressed my face close to hers and began to kiss and lick at her face. A trickle of my saliva ran down her cheek, a preamble to the cum that would soon be running down her ass cheeks and filling her vagina. Her private place that was supposed to be reserved for the one she loved. She was laying more or less still. Aside from involuntary movements she was not moving her pelvis all that much. To encourage her I slapped her face hard. That got her hips moving, up into me, her rapist. It also got her eyes open and fixed in their hatred on my own. I wanted to laugh out loud at the look on her face. But I couldn’t, I had some fucking to do. I continued to slam into her, I was delighted that each thrust was matched by a grunt from her. “Your not much of a fuck whore, you better get better you don’t want to drive me out of your bed and use the other cunt do you whore?” Her eyes were still fixed on my own, thought they softened somewhat in their hatred. She forced her mouth into a partial smile and cooed her response back to me. “Please Darling, use me.” She let out another grunt, and repeated “Use me.” Each thrust into was accompanied by her as the words became a chant of “Use me” I smelled her make up and cheap perfume mingling with our perspiration. Her faux pearls were rattling as if they were chains binding her tightly to me. All the while she kept up her chant of use me. She must have sensed that she was getting to me, she kept it up. Kept whispering the words into, and licking my ear. I reared up within her one more time. I had to be quick or I would cum. I pulled out of her and pinched my disk at the base. I crawled up her oily body till I was sitting just below her chest. I clutched at her hair with my left hand, the remaining pins in her hair were torn out. I angling her face till it was just so. “Say it again whore.” She was staring at the head of my dick as it pointed squarely at her face. I saw her mouth begin the form the words before she actually spoke them. I relaxed my grip on the base of my dick, As the phrase ‘use me’ passed from her lips one final time. My cum leapt from the end of me as though it, my cum, had a mind of its own. As though my cum was using me as a delivery vehicle. My hips were moving wildly as my cum struggled to escape me and complete its trip to her face and lips. Most of it did just that, some landed on her chest and the floor, but most landed on her face. As I began to come back to my senses, I looked down at her. She had fallen backward and was laying flat on her back. I took one of her hands in mine and made her point her finger. I guided her hand across her face scooping up the cum, and fed it to her. She got the idea and was doing it on her own. She licked her lips sensuously and made quite a show of the act. I lay down beside her and began caressing her body, from her neck to her knees. I let my hand play freely across her body, I was sometimes rough, and sometimes gentle. But I made a point to never be predictable.

“I think I have a way to help you to become a better cocksucker. Would you like that?” She moved her body closer to mine to mimic attraction, and replied to me. “I’d like anything that you’d like me to like Darling.” I went to the night table to retrieve from its drawer my latest horror for her. She remained on the mat kneeling as I returned to her. I presented to her a tray that was covered with a silk scarf. I sat on the chair and prepared to enjoy her reaction. She drew back the scarf and found three items waiting for her on the tray. The first was a cork from an ordinary bottle of wine. The second was a long needle that had been hollowed out, and the last was a silver stud the purpose of which she grasped immediately. “Your going to pierce my tongue for this stud aren’t you Darling?” Her voice was filled with fear and trepidation. “You almost got it right whore. All except for whose going to do it.” I paused to reach for the video camera and pointed it toward her, flicking it on again. “I’m going to watch while you pierce your own tongue. You’d better do it right, and get it in the proper place the first time. I wouldn’t want you to have to do it twice.” I focused the camera on her terrified figure. “Stick your tongue out whore..” She did, it was long and pink. The addition of the stud to her tongue would serve two purposes. It would of course help to improve her cocksucking, as well as serve as a constant reminder of her plight. As if she needed any reminders.

She was at a loss as to how to proceed, so I offered her some suggestions. “Place the cork on the top of your tongue, and use the needle to penetrate your tongue from below.” She followed my direction and with her trembling hands she began to press the needle up through her tongue. Almost immediately she began to bleat and emit near screams as the needle made its way into her tongue. She could not continue pressing the needle into herself. It was too painful for her to continue. Her hands fell to her legs in defeat. “Please Darling, would you please do it to me….I can’t do it…I’m sorry…it hurts to much….sorry Darling..”

“You’re not trying hard enough. Why don’t you try again whore.” She moved her hands back to her mouth and stuck out her tongue to try again, but she failed. “I try so hard for you Darling….I can’t do this …I won’t do this.” She was letting her frustration at the task turn into anger and furthermore she was making a further mistake in transferring this anger to me. I switched of the camera and placed it on the floor beside the chair. I rose and walked over to her. While I approached her, she recoiled in fear.. “Sorry Darling…please let me do something else for you anything….anything.” BY this time I was near enough to touch her. The wrath she expected from me was not forthcoming. I merely caressed her tear-streaked face and hair. She was grateful to me. “Thank you Darling…I’ll make it up to you…just let me know what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

“Oh that’s easy I want you to follow me.” With that I gave a vicious yank to her hair and began to drag her by her hair back into the dressing room through the curtain back to the room that she prepared herself for me in. She never learns, I thought as I heard her screaming in pain as her hair was tugging on her scalp. She had dropped the needle and cork on the floor as her hands flew to her head to soften the pain from my hand. I did not lessen the grip on her hair. Instead I walked over to a closet and opened it to show her what was inside. She looked into the closet through her tear filled eyes to see an upright cage sitting in the closet. Compared with the cage the closet was spacious. I released my grip on her hair to unlock the cage. She stood there shaking in fear. I swung the cage door open it emitted an impressive rot iron squeak as it opened wide. I held out my hand for her, her eyes darted from my hand to my face to the cage all the while her head was shaking back and forth transmitting a no. She was about to give me her hand when she must have remembered the needle and cork. She ran from me back to the bedroom chamber to fetch them. “I’ll do it Darling, I’m sorry …I’m sorry.” I chased after her and found her on her knees crawling about the room looking for the piercing tools. Her obedience was of course too late. I dragged her screaming back to the dressing room and fling her into the cage. She was actually fighting me…and pleading with me at the same time. I found it necessary to subdue her. I held her by her throat choking her into a standing position in the cage. Her hands were clutching at my hand. This left her belly exposed to my other hand. I caressed her belly wondering if even now she was pregnant or not. I kneed her just once in her stomach. She coiled up into a ball I was still holding her by her throat as her knees drew up off the floor in pain. She was gasping for air. I backed away from her still holding her by her throat. I closed the door as far as I could before I released her and slammed the door shut trapping her in the cage. She was still wearing her heels. They were still locked in place about her feet. She was standing up in the case holding onto the bars for balance. She only had a few inches on each side she had room enough to bend slightly but not enough room to sit down without touching the bars. There was certainly not enough room to lay down.

I stood back and enjoyed my handiwork. A beautiful woman in a cage. All mine to enjoy. She was caged but not subdued. She was furious. “You animal!” She even tried to spit on me. “You fucking animal…you’re never going to touch me again.” She was shaking the cage in frustration. She would have toppled it had I not bolted it securely to the floor. “I’m going to make you kill me. YOU PIG!! …YOU’RE a fucking PIG.” Her words trailed off as she was so out of control she was only able to scream unrecognizable words at me. I walked away from her laughing. I found the needle, cork and stud in the bedroom chamber and returned to her. I threw them at her. The items bounced around the cage and landed at her feet in the cage. She looked at them, recognized them and looked back at me. “FUCK YOU!!…WHY DON’T YOU SHOW THAT STUFF UP YOU ASS….I’M NOT GOING TO DO IT…IM NOT GONNA DO ANYTHING YOU WANT ANYMORE.” She never learns. I waited for her anger to run down. It took several minutes before I could speak without being interrupted. “You are my whore. You will remain as my whore…doing what I want whenever I want it, for as long as I want it wherever I want you to do it, until I no longer want you. You will learn that over time. I don’t know how long it will take with you. Cunt was a quicker learner. You must be a lot more stupid than she is.” She did not respond to my speech. “You will pierce you tongue for me NOW cunt! Don’t waste my time.” She looked at me now. “NO I won’t you’ll have to kill me. I will never cooperate with you. EVER AGAIN.” She spat at me again. This time she managed to hit me. Her spit landed on my chest.

“I think that I will soon have you begging me to let you serve me again whore. Oh well it doesn’t matter to me much. If you don’t loosing you will not matter much to me. I always have Cunt to play with. She’s a lot better than you are anyway.” She spat on me again, this one landed on my face. She began to laugh delighted by her feelings of freedom and exhilaration at doing what she wanted for the first time in weeks. I laughed too. I knew that she would soon be my whore again. “Here’s the clever part Whore.” I reached into the closet and swung open a circuit breaker panel. Inside the panel there was a breaker labeled CAGE. I snapped it on before she had a chance to react. She jumped away from the bars screaming again. I stood back to watch the bewilderment and fear return to her. She shouted, “NO” She nearly touched the bars, but remembered in time to fold her arms about her body instead. I picked up a broom handle that was resting in the corner of the closet and menaced her with it through the bars in the cage door. She tried to defend herself from the broom-handle with her own hands. I kept pressing against her trying to force her into the bars. “Please Darling.” Soon afterward I pressed her against the charged bars, and had her screaming in pain. I pulled the broom-handle away from her. “It’s the oil Whore. It conducts electricity and will enhance the pain for you.” She looked at me her eye burning with pain. “As soon as you want to be good again. Just bend over, if you think you can make it, and pick up the stud. As soon as you finish piercing your tongue, you can press the button in the ceiling. Then I’ll come and let you out. I’ll leave the light on so you can still see. But I am going to close the door.” I took one more look at her naked fantastic body. She was still shiny and covered with oil. “Aren’t you going to thank me Whore?” She turned away from me and faced the rear of the closet. “You can thank me with your tongue later.” I closed the door, and locked her inside. Sooner or later she would fall asleep. Sooner or later she would fall into the bars. Sooner or later she would realize she had no choice but to comply. Sooner or later she would realize that she would have to obey me for as long as I would want to keep her around. I was betting it would be later rather than sooner. But I had no doubt that she would comply and press the button to summon me.

The last time I saw Cunt she was dressed in her soiled lingerie, handcuffed, kneeling with a moldy hot dog balanced on her nose as her reward. When I walked in and checked on her now the poor dear had fallen over on her side. Obviously the hot dog had fallen off her nose, and she had collapsed on her side. There being no reason for her to remain kneeling, having lost the hot dog. I imagined that the scream of Whore had startled her enough that she lost the hot dog. Her face was mere inches away from the wiener. I stepped on the wiener crushing it flat beneath my shoe and picked her up by her arms till she was standing on her heel-clad feet. I removed the cuffs. She began to rub the feeling back into her hands and revive them. I drew her head to me with my hands and kissed her deeply. In her heels she was tall enough to kiss her without having to bend over too deeply. I could feel her force her body to relax into contact with mine. I guided her face over my body and forced her to lick her friends spit off my face and chest. As she licked up the spit I gave her some orders. “Go put your clothes away, bring you iron collar back here with you and get yourself cleaned up in the shower.” She mumbled her ‘Yes Darling’ and complied with the orders. I swatted her ass as she left the room, it was lovely framed as it was by her garter belt. I had not planned on using her today, but the really great thing about this game was how flexible my plans could be. I stepped toward the shower and adjusted the temperature of the water to my liking and stepped in to the shower. A few moments later I looked up to see Cunt standing there watching me. She was completely naked. I gestured for her to join me. Without being prompted I felt her hands on my body soaping me up and cleaning me off. I turned to give her access to all sides of my body. When she was done I stepped out and dressed again while she continued to clean the days of grime from her body. She finished quickly and stood before me waiting for instructions. I took the collar snapped it around her neck and watched as she got down on her knees and crawled into the wall cell without a murmur of dissent.

Upon arrival upstairs and back in the real world I checked my messages. The only message of interest was one from a Mr. Haig. He was a lawyer who represented Mr. Potter. He has left a number. I returned the call, mostly out of courtesy but I admit I was also curios as to what they wanted. Mr. Haig explained that Mr. Potter wished to meet with me personally. As I listened to the pitch I flicked on the monitor to Cunt’s wall cell. In another time, a few months ago this cunt was a woman. A woman in an unattainable social position. Now she would obey any perverse demand I could dream up. If her husband wanted to meet with me I suppose that I could make some time. After all I wanted to meet the man whose life I had saved. Mr. Haig was delighted, after all he was used to getting his way. Another thing we had in common.

I had just enough time to dress suitably when the car and driver arrived to take me to the meeting. It took about two hours to reach the Potter mansion. It was on the opposite side of town and the traffic was murder. The Potter mansion was a lovely Tudor house build overlooking the ocean. I was familiar with its layout, despite having never entered the house before, from my abbreviated surveillance of the former Mrs. Potter. I was whisked into the house and into the study of Mr. Potter. I was left alone for several minutes. The room was what you would expect. The walls were lined with books, there was a massive oak desk that dominated the room. Every chair was leather and thickly padded. There was even a globe and a telescope that looked out over the ocean. In short it reeked of old money. It was also an act. The books could never have been read in a single lifetime. Potter spent most of his time in a wheelchair now, and I doubted his eyesight was up to using the telescope. As I mulled these thoughts over in my mind I was interrupted my Potter and his driver who was pushing his chair. A few moments later I was left alone with the tycoon. He thanked me for coming on such short notice. “I wonder” he began “Have you been keeping up with current events?” He gestured over to ward a stack of newspapers that had been piling up on a table. On top was one of the tackier tabloid rags with the details of his wife and her friend the attorney on the exposed page. I told him that I had. “That paper has started referring to them as ‘Thelma and Louise”. He snorted at the reference. “What do you think of that? Eh?” I thought for a moment before responding. “I think they have to sell a lot of papers to make their investors happy.” He nodded in agreement with my answer. He was a man of few words and quickly got down to the topic of the meeting. “About a week ago in Mexico on the gulf coast side, in a little town known as Antón Lizardo a body washed up on shore.” He paused to look up at me through his reading glasses. “She was a white woman, pale, a redhead.” He now had my interest I sat up in my chair and began to take notice. “I’m told you know how to be discrete. I’m told you know how to keep things like this out of the papers.” Again he gestured to the pile of papers. I nodded my response, which seemed to irritate him. “I want you to go there and find out if it is my Stacey that’s down there.” “And I want you to keep it out of the goddamn papers. Can you do that? Will you do that for me?” I looked at him carefully, the old fool still loved his wife, despite what she had tried to do to him. It was certainly her that had put him into the wheelchair that her now addressed me from. But still he had feeling for her. “I can do that for you Mr. Potter. But I think it is only fair to tell you that if it is her I will have to inform the Police.”

He nodded that he understood. “Then it is agreed. There is a plane waiting for you at the airport. It belongs to a good friend of mine. It has a crew and is waiting for you. I will want you to leave as soon as possible. I though about his wife caged up in my dungeon, and about Vicky caged up struggling with the demand to pierce herself for me. I could not leave Vicky like that while I was away for a few days. Even being here meeting with Mr., Potter was dangerous. “Mr. Potter I expect that I can leave within 24 hours will that do?” He looked disappointed with my answer but her nodded anyway. The meeting dissolved and he saw me to the door. We were met at the door by his driver and the newest addition to the Potter household, namely his new physical therapist. The nurse that I had seen him with on TV. She was sporting a large engagement ring on her finger. It was certainly from Mr. Potter. The stone was too big to be from anyone else. She must be an excellent nurse. Not only was she helping him recover from his physical trauma. But she was helping him forget about her predecessor. He could not marry this woman till his first wife was out of the picture. He was eager to have Stacey declared dead. Looking over the nurse I could not blame him she was quite lovely.

All the while home I debated the decision I had to make. Could I really go off to Mexico for a few days and leave Vicki in the cage all that time? She certainly would be obedient after the ordeal, if she survived. Ideally I would stay here and send one of my flunkies off to Mexico. But I couldn’t could on anyone but myself to make the right decisions on this trip. By the time I reached home I decided that I must go. But that I would wait the day that I told Mr. Potter I would. When I checked on the women I found that my decision had been made for me. There was a light on indicating that Vicki had already pressed the button. She had submitted already. I entered the dungeon and opened the door. She was standing there, her shoulders had slumped down, and her makeup was a mess. She had obviously shed a few more tears. “Hello Darling, I’m sorry for the way I behaved.” I nodded, eager to see were she was going to go with this. “I’m ready to obey you…li like you want Darling.” I looked down at the floor. The stud and piercing equipment was no where to be seen. Under closer inspection her hands were curled into little fists that were pressed against her flesh. She was rubbing them against herself nervously. “Open your mouth whore.” She did, there was no stud placed there. “Please Darling … I’ll do what..” “Don’t waste my time further whore.” I cut her pleading off. “The next time I come down here, you know what I want to see.” With that I closed the door to the cell. As I did this she cried out “Please…I’m Sor…I’m so sorry Darling….” And I knew she was too.

I ignored her and busied myself with preparations for the trip. I packed a small suitcase, large enough for a three-day trip. I couldn’t see how it could last any longer than that. I packed some cameras, and a fingerprint kit. If I was going to determine whether or not this body was Mrs. Potter I would at least have to have some of the tools of the trade for the job. It was only a few more hours later when I was interrupted in my preparation, by the light, and buzzer. She had pressed the button again. I knew she was close to breaking. Her bargaining attempt had indicated this much. I finished up what I was doing, poured myself a cold ice filled drink, and made my way slowly down into the dungeon again. I reached the door to the cell all too soon and opened it to reveal her to me again. I rattled the ice in my drink and sipped at it. “Well what have you got to show me whore.” She rose her head to face me and opened her mouth to show off her latest body modification. She had done a good job of piercing her tongue. The stud was in just the right place. I would not have to make her repeat it to place it right. There was a fair amount of blood, which she had to keep swallowing. But it was less than I expected. With any luck by the time I was back she would be ready to fuck and suck again. I nodded my approval, and began to fumble with the keys. I switched of the juice, immediately she took hold of the bars to steady herself. I opened the door to the cage. She made a move to exit it into my body. But I blocked her way. She looked at me confused. I smiled at her. The smile of a man who knew what was coming. I held up two tiny rings in my hands. Her blurry eyes struggled to focus on the item I held, After she figured out what I was holding up for her, she struggled to comprehend what it meant. I placed them in her hand. “Please put these in your nipples whore. You do still have the needle and cork don’t you whore.” She nodded her head, and whispered her “Yes Darling.” I took another sip from the drink. She looked at the ice filled glass with near amazement, it had been a long time since she had seen ice. I took a cube from the glass and offered it to her. “You can rub this on your nipples, it should numb it.” She nodded again and began to spread it across her nipples. They became instantly hard and erect. They stuck out at though she was genuinely aroused. Not even when I made her pinch and twist them did they get this pointy. She placed the cork on one side and pressed into the aroused flesh and into the cork. She did it quickly, she made only the smallest of squeals. She moved quickly feeding the gold ring into the newly formed hole, and sealing in onto forever. The second nipple was harder for her the ice had numbed her but the effect had worm off by them time she began to press into the nipple. It was painful and she cried out a few times. She had to stop, several times as well. But she persevered and soon she had finished. I made her stand at attention so I could survey the rings. I pulled on them slightly. They were indeed on for good. They were on straight too. I complemented her on her efforts, let her go to the toilet and freshen up a bit. After that I placed the iron collar about her neck and sealed her into the wall cell with her friend for the night. She crawled in the cell and lay down with her back facing her slave friend. Stacey saw the rings dangling from her tits as she crawled in, she comforted her friend for the few minutes before she fell asleep from exhaustion. I turned out the lights and left them for the night. Actually I was leaving them for a few days, but they didn’t know that. I slept a few hours myself, checked on the sluts and secured the house. I had arranged through my company to post a guard at the house 24 hours a day until I returned. I waved to him as I entered the second car that I had arranged from my company to take me to the airport.

The plane was slightly more than I expected. It was a Gulfstream II that I had all to myself for the brief flight to Mexico. The flight itself was uneventful. It was nice to avoid the chaos and clutter of the regular boarding procedures of commercial air travel. Customs on both ends was a breeze, and there was little security to slow me down. I was not accustomed to this jet set style of travel. Despite the ease of this class of travel I did not arrive in time to meet with the coroner. That would have to wait till tomorrow. I had arranged a room in the best hotel in town. It was quite nice, it overlooked the beach where this unfortunate woman had drowned. As I tucked myself in for the night I let my thoughts drift back to my captives and wondered how they were doing, cooped up in the cramped wall cell in the dark. I had left them with enough water for a few days. When they had to relieve themselves they would have to share a single bedpan. If they went hungry, well then they would loose a bit more weight. They certainly would not require much in the way of calories to sustain them. Thoughts like these danced in my head as I drifted off to sleep.

The next day I learned a little bit about how to tell time in Antón Lizardo. The appointment that I thought that I had scheduled turned out to be an appointment that I had merely suggested. To be truthful when you are the mortician in a small community and a bus full of pilgrims manages to pitch itself off a cliff three hours into the mountains, well I could hardly blame him for canceling our meeting. I tried my hardest to be a tourist for the two days that it took him to return to his office, but I was no good at it. I had never been able to take much of a vacation. This combined with the tension of being away from my pets made it hard for me to relax. The following day I did in fact get my meeting with the mortician Mr. Valdez. He was a warm man with a quick smile despite his exhaustion from the long hours that he had put in due to the bus crash of the previous day. I explained the purpose of my trip, he nodded his understanding. When I asked to see the body to try and identify her he explained that that would not be possible. “I am afraid that the body has already been disposed of. It has been cremated.” I gave him a puzzled look. He continued. “Antón Lizardo is a small town with a small budget. We simply cannot afford to keep remains for very long. Proper storage is quite expensive.” I thought on this for a moment. “Surely you must have kept some form of records, some pictures, some tissue samples?” Before I could finish he was nodding yes “Yes we have all that.” He muttered something to the receptionist. I do not know how to speak Spanish. Then he turned back to me. “I have much to do still Rosa will show you all that we have.” I was shown into a small storage area. On one wall there were files in some cabinets and on the other side were some shelves with all manner of horrors catalogued on them in preservative fluids in jars. Rosa was not too helpful, but I eventually found the proper file. here was a single Polaroid that was affixed to the record with a paper clip. It was a one-page report. The picture could have been a picture of anyone. If I squinted enough it could have been a picture of me. The body was bloated like she had been in the water for a couple of days. Her hair was red, but it was plastered to her scalp, and could just have easily been brown. I found the section on the report that deals with distinguishing marks, there was a mention of a tattoo but no picture or description of it. There was a case number on the file folder that corresponded with an envelope on the shelf. In the envelope was a vile of blood and a hair sample. It was a simple matter to place these meager items in my briefcase. I thanked Rosa and told her I had taken the items with me and that I would courier them back after I had tested them. She nodded vacantly at me and said OK and bye bye, a couple of times. The coroner was nowhere to be found. In a few more hours I was checked out of the hotel and returning home, again on the same plane. All in all it was a pleasant weekend trip to Mexico. By the time I returned home it was late I would meet with Mr. Potter the next day.

The first thing that I did was to check on the women. I did this through the camera that I had focused on the wall cell. I needed have worried they were fine. Though it looked as thought they had had a fight. Stacey had a cut on her chin and a bit of a black eye. No doubt Vicki had taken out some of her fury on her equally helpless friend. I had the rest of the evening to make my plan come together. I went into the dungeon to release the sluts. They both were actually relieved to see me. They had never gone for so many days with out contact from me. Their eyes adjusted slowly to the light, I let them both stretch and get something to eat. “Okay whore get in the shower.” She did that left me and cunt together. “Follow me” I walked out into the bedroom chamber and into the basement of the house. She hesitated at the doorway to the basement. “Come on cunt, I’m not going to hurt you, much.” She breached the doorway and followed me along obediently upstairs into the kitchen. She was amazed to see the house again. The last time she made it this far was when she had made her escape attempt. I was pretty sure she would not try that again. I took her by her arm and led her into my bathroom. I sat her on the toilet and began to fill the tub. She was watching my every move fearfully. Soon enough the tub was empty. I removed my clothes and straddled the edge of the tub with one leg in the water and the other on the bath mat. I gestured for her to kneel on the bathmat. I held a pair of handcuffs up to her face and ran them back and forth across her face a few times. When I stopped she reached for them and soon she had her wrists secured behind her back again. I took her head in my hand and began to force her head into the water. I held her head in the water, till she began to struggled for air. After a few more seconds and a few more scrams and their bubbles rose to the surface I pulled her head, gasping for air out of the water. Before she could mumble a few pleases I shoved her head in the water again and repeated the process. This time I left her in the water longer before I pulled her out. As she gasped for air.. she managed to get out “Sorry …sorr Darling.” I pulled her into the bedroom and removed the cuffs. There was a plain white sheet on the bed. The lighting in the room was a harsh bare bulb in the ceiling. “Lay on your back on the bed.” She quickly hurried to comply. I took a Polaroid camera in my hand, pointed it at her face, and checked appearance in the frame. She was looking back at me with wide fearful eyes. I positioned her head as the mystery woman’s head in the mortician’s picture was in. “Play dead cunt.” She nodded her eyes closed and her jaw hung slack. I took the entire packet of pictures. They fell onto her nude body as I kept snapping away. Her passivity, her submissiveness was intensely arousing to me. I had to resist the erection that was pointing at her as she lay there. She noticed my erection and she spread her legs invitingly. She reached up with her hand, slowly not wanting to offend me and took my erection in her soft hand. She slowly began to masturbate me. I watched her face transform itself from the fearful woman into the seductive playful slut that I wanted to create. It was difficult to tell who was more eager, so convincing was her performance. We joined into one, there was no baby oil slathered on her cunt this time but it did not matter. I entered her easily, and completely. Her artificial groans joined in my genuine ones and filled the air in my bedroom. I let my hands roam across her body. I started at her knee, and let my hand coil around to the back of her leg. I puled her leg hard into my body. The touch of her skin was hot. I let my hand travel up the back of her leg till it reached her left cheek. I squeezed her rear in my hand trying hard to crush the globe between my fingers. It had the desired effect. Like whipping a horse to further exertions, my hand spurred her on to further efforts. Her hips were pumping up into me, matching each thrust into her. I let my hand wander to her asshole. I fed my fingers into her ass penetrating her deeply. As I fucked her I pressed my finger upward, so I too could feel it on the bottom of my cock. She had wrapped her hands around my body and was pressing me into her breasts. The enhanced tits were being squished flat between our sweat soaked bodies. She smelled musky this time, it was a natural smell without the artificial contribution of cosmetics or perfumes. I pressed deeply into her one final time and held myself still and unmoving as deeply inside of her as I could get. I was close to coming but I held myself still inside her. I let her do all the work from this point onward. I made her buck and grind herself up into me till I went over the edge. Soon I could hold still no longer, and I jammed myself around inside her till the climax ended. I fell to the bed laying beside her, my body half covering hers till I drifted off to sleep. It wasn’t a sound sleep by any means but she didn’t know that. After a few minutes of my slumber I could feel he squirming out from beneath me. I let her slip from beneath my body, letting he think I was still asleep. Soon she was free of me, and I let her slip from the room. She turned the corner and was gone. I quickly rose and threw on a pair of sweat pants. She didn’t get far I didn’t let her. “Goin some place cunt?” She whirled around startled, and quickly turned her gaze to the floor. “Yes..yes Darling.. I wanted no I needed to go to the bathroom please. Please Darling will you tell me where the bathroom is?” It was a lie by I didn’t care. I made her follow me to the washroom. I watched her sit on the toilet and try to pee. She did manage to squeeze out a few drops of urine. She stood up, she had been living without toilet paper for a while now. I had to remind her to wipe herself off with the roll of paper. Normally she would have just had a shower following going to the toilet. I went back to my bedroom to wait for he to return to me. When she came in I was sitting on the end of the bed. She stopped in the doorway. I pointed to my disk. “You didn’t clean me up afterward.” She fell to her knees and crawled forward between my legs. She ran her hands up and down my thighs a few times, rubbing the skin softly, as she tossed her head about, flipping her hair from side to side On one of her hands trips up my leg she took told of my semi hard cock and began to bring it back to life with her practiced touch. She started kissing, and licking her way from my knees upward slowly. She reached her goal and took me into her mouth with a playful suck of air. She retreated soon after to merely holding the head of my cock in her mouth, whilst whirling her tongue freely around the end. She used both of her hands to hold onto the remaining shaft and balls while she purred with content around the tip. It promised to be the best she had ever done to me. She was bobbing up and down on me freely now. “You want to be my favorite, don’t you cunt?” She grunted her assent and kept moving this time faster and faster on my erection till her head wasw nothing more than a blur. Soon I was coming into her mouth. She let it fill her mouth but did not swallow. She withdrew herself frmo my cock, holding it up waving it in the air like a flagpole. She let the mess drool out of her mouth and back down on my cock so she could impale her mouth on me again and slurp it up yet again. She tried har dto coax another erection from me but was unable to do so. My cum was the only thing she had had to eat in days. I took her to the kitchen, sat at the table. She shifted nervusly on her bare feet. “You feel like some breakfast cunt?” Her eyes brightened considerably. “Go ahead make it for us.” She went ahead and made a traditional heart attack on a plate breakfast for us. Bacon eggs, toast with lots of butter. She made mine first, and I started to eat will her naked body padded around the kitchen. She was sitting on my left side while she ate. She was ravenous, the use of food as a control was turning out to be a great motivator, at least for her. Her shiner and cut of her chin got me thinking again. I took hold of her face to examine her slight shiner and this cut. “Did whore give you those.” She nodded her chin still held by my hand. “How come.” She finished chewing and swallowing her latest mouthful of food before answering. “The wall cell, well it’s really small Darling. We kept bumping into each other.” She paused then continued fearfully. “Her nipples are really sore, you know from the rings you made her put there.” I interupted. “So she put you in your place.” She nodded then responded. “Yes Darling. I didn’t hurt her on purpose. Its just so tight in the wall cell. There’s not enough room in there for two Darling. Can I please stay up here…with you.” I shook my head no. “Clean up the dishes, then do the floor cunt.” She rose and did just that. After the dishes were drying in the rack she quickly found the bucket and was soon down on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor. I sat there drinking a hot cup of tea. The picture before me was delightful. This big titted whore, was naked and on her knees scrubbing the floor. Her large tits were swaying back and forth as she performed this task. It was the picture of domestic bliss. All that was missing was the newspaper to read. I could not allow that however, she might learn of the survival of her husband, the death of her lover and of her cross country flight from arrest with her lesbian lover. I wanted her to learn these things, just not now. I watched as her finished the last corner, her ass wiggling around invitingly. Her ass caused an idea to pop into my head, that I would act put the next time that it needed cleaning. I would dress her in her finest lingerie and sodomize her in the filthy suds on the floor. More nice symbolism there. Mind mind was reeling with thoughts like these and others while she finished and kneeled in the corner, catching her breath. I walked over to a desk in the corner and approached her with some scirrors. She was fearful at first but her fear converted to curiosity as I took a lock of her hair. It was a six in long piece that I then placed in a envelope. The last thing I would need from her I took from her in the master bathroom. I vial of her blood. After I had her secured in the wall cell in the dungeon, and made sure that whore was healing alright and had been fed. I could finish my preparation.

I cleaned and sterilized with boiling and bleach the vial that I had recovered from Mexico. I placed her blood and hair samples with the Senior Valdez report. Of the ten pictures I took a few were suitable for the replacement of the picture with the report.

The next day I presented my report to Mr. P{otter. Despite hearing what he wanted to hear he was clearly devastated. He really was a silly old fool. Here he was mourning the loss of a woman who had tried to kill him and take everything from him. A woman who had been likely scheming this since she had agreed to marry him. A woman who was unfaithful to him. A woman who’s pussy juices were even now smeared all over my crotch. A woman who I now owned, and would own for as long as I wanted. “Mr. Potter I have forwarded a coroners report to a lab who can do some DMA testing to rule out all doubt. If she has had any recent surgery I expect that the hospital may have a tissue sample that the hair and blood samplea can be compared to.” He nodded through his tears. “She has had some cosmetic surgery in the years that we where together. I’ll arrange the release of any materiels that are available.”

I let the news sinks in before I continued. I was genuinely shocked at the reaction of this man. “Mr. Potter I also have a coroners picture of the body.” I reached into my pocket and withdrew the photo. I offered it to him. Before I could ask if it was her, he blurted out that yes indeed it was his wifes body. I smiled to myself and though that no it was my cunts body. I finished up my report with the news that if indeed the lab could confirm that it was his wife that I would have to report it to the police. “They would need to be informed, so that they can call off the search, at least for Stacey.” He looked shocked. “But the papers… they’ll parade her across the pages and disgrace her even further.” This wimp of a man was really starting to get to sicken me. “I have a contact in the department, I will arrange it so he gets all the credit. He will not object, indeed he may even get a gold shield out of the notariety.” Good ol’ Harv. He would be retireing soon. And this plumb of a discovery would certainly help his pension. Afterward I would offer him a job with my security firm. It would certainly enhance my firm to have such a noted detective on the payroll. “My friend will do all he can to keep the details from the media. You had confidence in my discretion. This is how I can ensure that discresion. I rely on friends who can be discreet.” Mr. Potter understood and nodded his ascent. I had to go it was time for him to spend another session with his therapist. I had no doubt that she would soon have him up…and walking again that is.

It would take the lab a week to confirm the result that I alone aalready knew. Around that time I expected to have the guest house portion completed and the girls moved into their newer more spaceiosm. permanent home. The fee that Mr. Potter paid me went along way toward funding their new dungeon.