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Jack’s Lapdog

 

 

 

Chapter 1, Pig

 

Jack had done his homework.  This here was a gorgeous, voluptuous woman he was unpacking.  It had been fairly simple to get a date with her, as, he had correctly guessed, her self-esteem wasn’t that great—luckily enough though, her body was.  He had simply swaggered up to her and she had practically swooned over his attention.

 

He had chatted her up for the rest of the evening, found out that she had just moved to town and had no real friends or family to speak of, and bam, he had gotten her phone number.  From that it was a simple matter, the next day, to find out her address and then he simply sat outside with a pair of binoculars for a week.

 

Once he had her routine down he picked an appropriate day to ‘surprise’ her with flowers, the best part of the surprise came when she bent down to smell them, they knocked her out cold!

 

He had quickly gone into her apartment, gathered up some of her things to make it look as though she had packed for a sudden trip, and then the hard part came in getting her unconscious form into the luggage bag he had secreted under his jacket.

 

He had desperately wanted to undress and fondle her right then, he could see the bulbous orbs dangling off her chest, they’re one of the main things that had attracted him to her in the first place, that and the little gestures she had made throughout the evening that assured him that her will could be easily broken:  The little demurs of her head, the way she had not made eye contact for long without looking down and blushing, and the cute little way she stumbled over words when she tried to talk.

 

All of that was a thing of the past though, a pleasant memory he could shelve away under ‘first date.’  He had gotten her down the elevator and then into the boot of his car without attracting suspicion, he just smiled at people who looked at him and acted nonchalant.  None of them could guess that he had a 120lb. woman stuffed into the luggage he was carrying!

 

Getting her home wasn’t that hard, it was getting her past the wife that was the hard part.  He had to go into the house first and make sure his beau was out.  A quick glance of the house found this note:

 

“Jack,

 

Down at the women’s rally, be back late, dinner’s in the fridge.

 

  Sara”

 

Jack made a face, he knew what that meant, a bunch of women jumping around getting all excited about women’s rights and women’s issues, yeck!  Still, what was worse was that he knew that one of Sara’s meals meant some sort of vegetarian gunk, sure enough, when he checked the fridge, tofu!

 

It was a good thing that he had gotten some take-out the night before, he’d take cold Chinese anyday over that vegetarian garbage.  Still, he messed up a plate with it and then made sure, when he dumped it out to move the trash in the bin aside so that it wasn’t easily visible; he wanted Sara thinking he had eaten it all.

 

-

 

Back in the car the package had started to wriggle around so Jack quickly looked around for neighbors, nope, none in sight, and then promptly sapped the thing on the back of the head, quieting it.

 

He dragged the bag inside, noticing it was leaking while he did so, and then carried it down to the basement.  Eww, the thing had messed itself, Jack discovered when he went to open it.  Well, he ran upstairs and grabbed some paper towels, checked the driveway for traffic, and then swept up the drip-trail that had been left.

 

Sighing to himself at all of the unplanned for work that was involved now (where to dispose of the thing’s waste) Jack glanced over at the stairs that led up to the first floor; he stroked his chin, maybe this could work out after all.

 

-

 

Sara came home from a long day out, she saw that Jack had eaten the tofu and checked to see if he was sleeping.  She didn’t see him around but noticed that the cellar light was on, ‘Probably surfing porn on the internet’ she chuckled to herself.  She called down “Jack, honey, how was your day?”  A few moments later Jack came pounding up the stairs, covered in dust and plaster.  “Honey, what happened?” she asked, “Is there a problem downstairs?”

 

“Oh no Sara love,” Jack lied, “everything is fine, but the wall had a hole in it so I am patching it up.  It will be dusty down there for the next couple of days but when I’m done it will be right as rain.”

 

Sara backed up a bit at the dustcloud Jack had brought up with him, she was allergic.  “Okay honey well I had a long day so I’m going to lie down.  I’ll catch you tomorrow.”

 

Jack sidled up to her and she backed off again, sneezing.  “Hey Sara honey, do you think you could maybe, you know, that thing we talked about?” Jack gave her an amorous look.

 

Sara coughed a bit, covering up her urge to vomit, that ‘thing’ Jack was talking about was oral sex, which Sara found degrading, and she would be damned if she was going to be sucking any cock anytime soon.  Still, she knew that Jack was into it “Aren’t all guys?” she chided herself, so she pretended to be interested and then just said ‘not today.’

 

“Oh honey not tonight, I’m so tired, maybe tomorrow, okay, I have to get some sleep, bye!” and she hurried off to the bedroom with nary a kiss.

 

Jack watched her go, smirking, he knew that if the dust wouldn’t keep her away then the matter of sex would.  Now he could have the basement to himself for a few days while he made the changes.  ‘Pig,’ the simplest, easiest name he could think of for his new toy, was downstairs, awake, and he was in the process of finishing her new home.

 

He went back downstairs to check on Pig and make sure that she had not gotten loose.  If Sara had come downstairs just then, not that she would (because of the dust) she would have probably suffered a nervous breakdown:  There the poor woman lay, secured with packaging tape, a hood over her head, wriggling around and trying to get up, not exactly the poster-woman for women’s rights!  Jack laughed lowly at her and then went back to his home improvement job.

 

He worked diligently and quickly (but quietly) and before morning he was done.

 

“Alright Pig, up you go, into your new home.”  Jack helped the bound woman up and into the alcove he had made for her in the space under the stairs.  He put her body into the space, making sure that she didn’t fall over while he started the securing process.  He took out soft rope and bound it round her limbs, making sure to take each end of the rope and loop it through a metal bolt he had installed in the floor of the space.  The newly ‘dug-out’ space was about 8’ long and 6’ wide, with a sloping ceiling measuring 10’ at its highest; plenty of space to house an immobile woman.

 

After finishing tying her up Jack made sure the fixtures were installed properly.  He had put a small basin into the far end of the room (although far meant only a few feet away) and hooked up a drain at the bottom of the room.  He grabbed up the cement mix he had bought and started burying the metal anchors under it, making sure to only put just as much as was needed so as not to make a mess.

 

After he was done Pig was securely in place, she was unable to move more than as much as the ropes gave her flex to do so, which was not much, but able to move enough so as not to suffer cramps.  She could remain seated or stand a tiny bit, if she stood she would be uncomfortable but it would provide her with as much exercise as Jack was willing to allow.  He kept the hood on her face, a nice leather hood he had gotten from a fling in years past, which would keep her deaf and blind, and allowed him to zip or unzip her mouth as he needed.  Right now he needed to go about his day though, so he made sure to put the last touch, a tray for collection of waste, under her seat, so that if she needed to go potty the most likely course of events would not make as much mess; it would drain down from the tray into the connecting pipe, to the drain in the corner.  Jack would have to check on her throughout the day to make sure that it worked properly and he would still have to wipe and clean her but this way she would not have to leave the room.

 

The drain would lead to the regular septic and the ‘door’ Jack used to access Pig blended in perfectly with the wall.  He spent a few last minutes smoothing out his spackling job and then securing the hidden latch which opened the door.  As a last precaution he took a nearby chest and scooted it over the door’s opening just a bit, so as to make it unlikely anyone would touch the wall there while making it not so difficult to move the chest back and forth without drawing attention later.

 

Satisfied with his handiwork he went upstairs and took a shower.  He came down for breakfast to find Sara eating some sort of Power Energy drink and talking on the phone:

 

“Yeah hi Gwen, we still on for lunch?  . . .  Great, see you then.”

 

“Hey honey what’s up, you meeting your friend for lunch?” Jack asked.

 

“Oh hey hi Jack didn’t see you come down, yeah I’m meeting Gwen for lunch.  How did you sleep?”  Sara hadn’t noticed that Jack hadn’t come to bed either, and was just being polite.

 

“Oh, fine, why do you ask?” Jack was a little suspicious but tried not to show his nervousness.

 

“No reason,” Sara said, shaking her head.  “So,” she added, downing the rest of her drink, “I’m going to head out…”  As an afterthought she added, “Want to join us?” and then immediately bit her lip.

 

“No that’s okay honey,” Jack said, to the relief of his wife, “I have some things I want to work on around the house.”

 

“Okay, well, I’ll be back later, I’m going to the women’s rally later on this afternoon…” she didn’t bother asking Jack if he wanted to go to that.

 

“Okay,” Jack enthused, “have fun… bunch of cunts!” he added under his breath, as she was on her way out the door.

 

“Say something?” Sara turned and asked.

 

“Who me?  No,” Jack answered.  He coughed and then started making some toast.

 

Just as soon as the door closed he rushed downstairs to check on Pig.

 

Good, she was still there, he sighed in relief as he opened the door a crack.  He would have to install some sort of CCTV system if he wanted real peace of mind though.  She must have fallen asleep because she was very still right now.  Jack noticed where she had struggled there were some scuff marks and her wrists were a little chafed.  He opened the door the rest of the way and then guided himself in.  He closed the door behind him, making a note to put a CCTV on the basement entrance as well that was viewable from in here.

 

He counted to three, giddy with the thought that he had actually done it, here, now, it was really happening!  He pinched himself to make sure it was real, then he pinched Pig.  She didn’t wake up.  Now he was worried, maybe she had died?!  He leaned forward and listened for breathing.  She was still alive, just very tired he guessed.  He pinched her again, this time on her exposed right nipple, god her tits were gorgeous, and huge!  This time she jumped right awake, making snorting noises into her hood and shaking her head in panic.

 

Jack opened the flap on her ears.  “Listen, I will make this very simple so that even your stupid brain can understand it.  This is very, very simple.  If you talk you get beat.  If you try to escape, you get beat.  If you misbehave or disobey, you get beat.  Is that clear?”  The girl didn’t know what to do, she was in a state of frenzy now, ‘oh my god I’ve been kidnapped’ raced through her mind.

 

“I said do you understand?!” Jack practically shouted.  He was glad he had put the extra layers of soundproofing in this basement earlier when he was considering using it as a practice area for his now defunct band.  Jack unzippered her mouth so she could respond.

 

“Please, please let me…” Jack slapped the side of her face, hard.

 

“Please, please let me go please!” Jack pinched her right nipple, hard.

 

“Ow!” she yelled.

 

“No talking!” Jack responded venomously, slapping the side of her face and slapping her breasts, really hitting her hard to get her to shut up.

 

Pig quieted down.  Jack repeated very slowly, “Now, this is all, very, very simple.  I will say it slow-ly, so that even your Pig brain, can under-stand.  First off, no talking, ever, for any reason.  Two, don’t try to escape, ever, or I will punish you.  Three, no disobedience or misbehavior.  That is it, that is all I require of you, it is very, very, simple.  Now, do you understand me?”  Jack was speeding up his speech as he got towards the end of his explanation, and was now poised to hit her again because he knew that she was going to say something stupid.

 

“Yes,” she said, meekly.

 

“Don’t you ever fucking talk, ever, how many times do I have to say it you fucking cunt!” Jack had taken his belt out and was now smacking Pig in the side of the face, the breasts, and now, bending low, slapping it up against her cunt, all hard.

 

“Owww, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she was sobbing.

 

“Shut, the, fuck, up!” Jack responded, hitting her with the belt until she was meek and silent.

 

“Good, very good, no talking, no sound, just silence, perfect, golden silence.  The only words I want to hear are my own fucking words.  You don’t ever say anything or God help me I will smack you until your jaw swells up.”

 

Pig was now very scared and cowed.  She was afraid to say anything or respond in any way.  Jack smiled, this was going very well so far, he was glad that he had read her correctly in the bar.  He wasn’t actually all that angry at her, I mean, she had every right to be confused and scared, but he wasn’t going to slack off now, not in the very beginning when it mattered most:  First impressions are everything!

 

-

 

“So, are we clear on rule number one?” Jack asked.  Pig nodded.  Jack smiled.

 

“Okay, now, let me just add, because you are too stupid to realize, that I, in my superiority, can practically read your fucking thoughts.  When you don’t say something you broadcast it loud and clear in your mind.  I have to tell you Pig, I don’t like what you’re yelling in there.   I am going to have to fucking beat you for thinking so loudly.”

 

Pig was very confused, this didn’t make any sense, ‘read thoughts,’ this guy was a fucking lunatic.

 

Jack was thinking “Right now she probably thinks I’m one crazy motherfucker, well, give her a few more seconds and then I’ll explain.”

 

“So, in order for you to be on your best behavior you are going to have to stop thinking, clear you mind.  Don’t talk, don’t think, don’t move.  Because when you think, you might talk, and if you move, you might think, or talk, and if you fucking nod at me one more time I’m going to fucking rip your nipple out.”

 

Pig stopped nodding.

 

“Now, when I ask you a question you are supposed to answer it, but I can’t stand seeing you nod, because a nod means ‘yes’ and that’s talking!”  Jack was glad to see that the girl was worried that she might never get him to stop being angry.

 

“No fucking talking, ever.”  Jack listened carefully, and he thought he heard the front door open.  He zipped Pig’s mouth back up and then climbed out of the space, closing it behind and moving the chest back.

 

No, he listened carefully, he didn’t hear anything.  Wait, there it was, a car door opening, or maybe closing.  He went upstairs.  He saw his wife’s car taking off in the driveway . . .  “The fuck, when did she get home?”  Jack wondered.  Maybe she was going to the police right now, had she heard?  He had to make a judgment right now.  He needed more information.  He ran downstairs and turned the old turntable on, checking to make sure that the demo he and his band had cut was on there.  He turned it up way loud and then rushed upstairs.  He heard it get softer and then grow mute as he shut the basement door.  He opened the door and he could hear his own voice yelling up “And I will love you forever, my sweet baby-y,” he closed the door, nothing.  He relaxed, a bit.

 

What had she been doing home, his wife?  He went into the bedroom and checked around, he didn’t notice anything strange, she hadn’t packed or anything.  Okay, so everything was cool, he had just overreacted.

 

Jack shrugged and then ran back downstairs.  He turned the turntable off and then went back over and moved the chest.  Once back inside he noticed the smell of urine.  He looked down and noticed that Pig had pissed herself.  “She must have been so frightened earlier that she lost control of her bladder,” he thought.  He chuckled, and Pig cringed.  He glanced up and affirmed that he had, indeed, forgotten to deafen her again.

 

“Its okay baby,” he cooed, reaching over and stroking her.  “Its okay, daddy’s here, just relax and let it all out.”  Pig was crying into her hood, her tears moistening the leather some.  Jack reached down and tilted the pan, letting the pee drain down into the floor drain.  He grabbed at the roll of paper towels and then soaked up the small amount that had gotten on her thighs and splashed off the pan.

 

He stood admiring her for a few minutes, enjoying the ambiance.

 

Here was this fully grown woman, maybe twenty two, maybe twenty four, and she was all his.  He didn’t even know her name, he grinned, thinking about that fact.  She was completely anonymous.  Boy it was great that she had been completely smashed when I talked with her in the bar, she told me about the absence of friends and family in her life but I still don’t know who the fuck she is or where she’s from.  Jack grinned.

 

He shook himself from his reverie, noticing that she had stopped crying and was trying to listen to her surroundings.  Jack rolled his eyes and then slapped the side of her face.

 

“No listening, bad Pig.”  Pig cringed and recoiled a bit from his touch.  He cleared his throat and tried to remember where he had left off… he decided to improvise.

 

“Listening is as bad as talking, no listening, no talking!”  He would have to figure out some way of automating her punishment… he couldn’t be down here all the time (much as he might want to.)

 

Then, for no particular reason, he laid into her:  Punching her face and her tits, bruising her arms and her body in several places, smacking and hitting her, jostling her head back and forth, causing her big titties to bounce around under his rapid-fire punches.  He stopped and rested.  She was crying again.

 

He sat down on the little stool he had placed in the room.  He breathed and recovered from his exertion.  He tried to think of some reason to use for hitting her.

 

“That’s for crying,” he decided.  “Crying is just like talking, and talking is bad!  Bad piggy!” he yelled.  He smacked her face and then smacked it again because she was still crying.

 

“No crying,” he said, smacking her, “no listening,” he smacked her again, “no talking,” he smacked her from the left side, sending her head back to his waiting right palm, “and no thinking!”

 

“Do I make myself clear?!” he roared.  Piggy nodded in desperation.

 

“No fucking nodding!” he yelled, smiling inwardly.  He bashed her face in again, wailing into it, smacking her and yelling at her, berating her as he beat her “You fucking stupid fucking cunt pig whore vermin swine dog shit fuck face swallow shit cow stupid idiot twat face fuck!  Gah, you’re soo stupid!  I can’t even beat sense into you, I can’t even fucking beat sense into you!”  He continued to beat her and yell at her for being her.

 

“Gah fucking cunt, let’s try this one more time.”  He breathed.  She was hurting all over, her head was sore, her eyes were sore, her mouth, her ears, her cheeks, her neck, her tits, her nipples, her thighs, her back, everywhere it felt, he had hit her and swung at her all over.  She remained motionless now, just a mass of dull throbbing pain.  Still she cringed when she heard him speak:

 

“No talking, is that understood?”  Pig didn’t say anything.  She didn’t whimper, or sniffle, or cry.  She just remained motionless and tried to pretend that she wasn’t just about to get hit, tried not to cringe, she felt that if she cringed, if she did anything he would beat her for it:  And she was right.

 

A few moments passed and Jack eventually decided that she had learned her first lesson.

 

-

 

On a dime his attitude changed, “Very good Pig,” and, despite herself, she smiled, minutely, afraid he was going to hit her.  “Very good my little Piggy, very good, you’re learning.”  Piggy smiled more this time.  Jack let it go, this, this was okay, her smiling at his praise.

 

“Okay, now, you need to learn another lesson but you need to pay attention.  I am going to explain it to you and you are not going to understand at first, but that is just because you are so stupid.  I will go slow but you are not going to get it, that’s just how stupid my little piggy is.  Listen very carefully, this is the last rule and after this you don’t have to think or know anything,” and now menace creeped into his voice, overriding the condescension, “because you are nothing more than a stupid animal. . . “ he glared at her and then continued.

 

“This rule is just as important as the first rule, which is, you know now, ‘No talking.’”  Jack sneered, he was about to make no sense and he knew it.

 

“The second rule is very, very simple, listen closely because I know that you are not going to understand it.  You should show me proper respect.  Show me, proper respect.” He emphasized his words.  “Show me proper respect, come on, show it to me.”  Pig didn’t understand.

 

“I said, show me, proper respect.”  Pig still didn’t understand and was beginning to panic because she knew that he was about to hit her:  He did, so hard and so suddenly that it actually took her a moment to register that she was being beaten:  One second she was cringing, knowing that she was about to get hit, the next she was being smacked and punched again for being such a stupid dumb pig, she couldn’t think, it was like her thoughts were getting smacked out of her head as she was trying to form them.

 

“You stupid cunt,” Jack roared, “I give you an opportunity to show me how grateful you are for my teachings and this is how you reward me?” he smacked her rapidly, hard, back and forth, causing her mouth to swing left then right, then left, then right, her lips were starting to swell up.

 

“I said, show me, proper respect!” Pig was so frightened now, she didn’t know how to obey but she knew that she was just making him angrier.

 

She opened her mouth to say something and then stopped, the attack had subsided, the blows stopped, she held her breathe, waiting, about to cringe.

 

“Good girl,” Jack said, patting her on the head.  Pig didn’t know what the fuck was going on, one second he was hitting her, the next. . .  she closed her mouth.

 

“What the fuck did I just say,” Jack stormed.  He raised his hand and started to hit her again, pounding her until his hand hurt and she started to cry again.

 

“No fucking crying!” Jack yelled.  She stopped, mid sob, her mouth hanging open in a pout, dejectedly.

 

“Good girl, that’s my girl,” Jack said, “That’s a god pig who shows her daddy respect.”  Pig didn’t know what was happening but she decided to freeze, to just hold her breathe and freeze, unsure of what to do.

 

Jack continued to pet her, admiring the sweet, soft view of the inside of her wide-open mouth.  He moved his fingers down and clawed the inside of her mouth, stroking it like he was petting her.  “That’s my girl, yes she is, she’s so good, showing proper respect, yes she is.”

 

Pig was starting to understand.  He wanted her mouth open, that was how she showed proper respect.  She breathed, and waited.  She tried not to cringe, but she kept expecting him to hit her.

 

“That’s my good girl, yes she is.”  Jack smiled, all that he needed to do now was reinforce, she had learned all of her lessons.

 

“My girl learned everything she needs to know today, forget everything else, just remember, ‘No talking’ and ‘Show respect.’”  Jack smiled down at her, petting her, stroking her face and the inside of her mouth with his fingers.

 

Pig closed her mouth for a second to swallow and Jack immediately slapped her.

 

She opened her mouth again, now breathing through it in pants.  “That’s my good girl, yes she is.”  Jack rubbed her nose.  Jack decided to have a little fun with her.

 

“Okay now close,” he said, pushing up on her jaw.  “Close,” she closed her mouth.

 

“Now show respect,” Pig opened her mouth.  “Good, now close,” she closed her mouth.  “Now show respect,” she opened her mouth.  Jack smiled, fingering the inside of her mouth.  Pig clenched her eyes tight behind the hood, she felt so humiliated.  She had been so afraid of being hit before but now she realized that she was an animal being trained to perform on command.

 

“Good, good pig, good.”  Jack was having difficulty keeping cool.  He kept his eyes on her wide open mouth, admiring her plush lips, and the lovely color they took on as they swelled up.  He wanted so badly to cum in it but he knew that if he did he would be rushing their relationship, he wanted to savor this, make it so they could have a ‘deeper’ relationship.

 

He leaned over and pointed himself into the small basin he had installed.  He looked to the side, watching her mouth.  He started stroking his cock, aiming it into the basin.  “Close, close,” she closed her mouth, swallowing her saliva, “now show respect,” she did.

 

“Good now close,” she obeyed, “now show respect.” Pig opened her mouth, but under her hood she started crying, very, very softly.

 

Jack saw her crying but he was swept up in his lust.  He continued to stroke himself, pretending he was cumming straight down this beautiful creature’s throat.  He came suddenly, hard, and his cock spat all its gunk into the basin; he panted, leaning forward to rest after his cum.

 

“Ooh,” he said, relaxing.  “Oh boy,” he said, feeling sleepy and spent.  He looked back over at his captive toy and immediately felt a twinge in his cock but he also knew that he needed to get upstairs, he had spent way too much time down here without checking on things!

 

Fumbling with the many zips, Jack zipped himself up, then Pig’s mouth shut (much to her jaw’s relief) and then her ears.

 

He climbed out of the room and looked around, then closed it back up and put the chest in front of it.  He listened upstairs and heard nothing, then he climbed the stairs trying not to look like a guy with a captive female downstairs.

 

-

 

A few hours later, safely snug in the living room with a book and a cup of tea Jack relaxed and thought about his prize downstairs.  The front door opened and his wife, Sara, came home.

 

“Oh hi hon,” Jack said warmly.

 

“Well don’t you look like you’re enjoying yourself.”

 

“Oh, immensely,” Jack replied.

 

“Good, then maybe it will sour your mood to know that you are now no longer the proud owner of 2 Playboy’s, 7 Penthouses, 21 Hustlers, and an assorted array of various ‘Graphic Novellas’ each of which featuring Black and White renderings of women in powerless and humiliating forms and positions.”

 

Jack gulped.  “What, what are you talking about hun.”

 

“I found your ‘secret’ stash long ago buddy boy don’t you worry about that.  I was just looking for the right time to get rid of them, and I have to tell you, the look on your face right now is priceless.”

 

“Wh-what, when did you, what did you do with them?  You took my fucking magazines?!”

 

“Jack, Jackie boy, calm down.  Listen,” she scooted up to him, “it’s for the best.  Those things were trash, so I got rid of them in a correct manner.”

 

“You, you threw them out?  Some of those were collectables Sara, do you know how long it took me to fucking track down a ‘Benson ArtBook 2000’ copy?  That thing’s not even in print anymore and I had to fucking special order it from Europe!”

 

“Haha, my big boy’s so angry.  Well, unless you calm down you’re not going to . . .” she put a finger to her mouth, thinking, “no pussy for . . .” she thought again, “a week.”

 

“What, a week, ah come on now Sara that’s now fair.”

 

“Well that’s what going to happen if you don’t behave.”

 

Jack sighed, he leaned back in his chair, his wife was so horrible sometimes, god he wished he had her tied up downstairs.  Still, if she ever got loose, or, god forbid, her ‘feminist’ friends ever found out ….”  So Jack gave in.

 

“Okay Sara, I’m sorry, it was wrong of me to have those, you were right.”

 

“Now what’s this art book you were talking about? I don’t think I got that one.” Sara studied him with a bemused expression.

 

“Oh for fuck sake’s Sara,” Jack started.

 

Sara clucked her tongue reprovingly, “I’m just joking, I did get it earlier, me and the girl’s made a list of all of them.”

Jack was livid, “What, you and the, the girls?  What the fuck are you talking . . .”

 

Sara scooted over to him and put a finger to his mouth.  “Hush.  You know better than to interrupt me.”

 

Jack got a frown on his face, he knew that tone of voice well enough.  He hung his head, better to give in now then face a week of no pussy.  It wasn’t fair, why did he have to be so addicted to it, to sex, he knew Sara could go weeks without it, that is, unless she was cheating on him . . .

 

That thought was interrupted when she whipped out a list and showed it to him.  “These are the ones I collected for our rally today, me and the rest of the gang had a ‘Porn Burn.’”  She smiled at him.

 

“So I wasn’t the only guy who’s books got taken?” Jack asked.

 

“No silly, but yours were the most amusing.” Jack frowned.  “That’s right, I showed them to all of the other girls in my group, we all had a good laugh.”  Jack was blushing now.  “But let me ask you something Jack, what do you think you deserve for thinking about such bad things?  You know it’s completely disgusting for you to even picture a woman on her hands and knees, much less you masturbating to it.”

 

Jack completely lost it, Sara’s tone of voice, and the thought of the other women all standing around laughing at him, he started to cry and then ran off to the basement, the only place he could think of to hide from Sara.

 

“That’s right you bitch,” she called after him, “run like a little boy.  When you’re ready to go to sleep don’t even think about setting foot in our bedroom, the only way you’re getting into bed tonight is if you crawl!” she called after him.

 

Jack felt so humiliated.  He sobbed and then wiped his tears.  It wasn’t right, her taking his things, or showing them to other people; that was private.  He sniffled and then recovered himself.  He was a grown man for cripes sake, what was he doing acting like this?

 

“Pussy,” he thought, “I’m fucking pussy-whipped.”  He paused, “Well, if that’s all she’s got on me, denying me sex, well, I can handle that!”  He beamed.  Why hadn’t he thought of it earlier?  He smiled and then stalked towards his stuck Pig..

 

-

 

“Oh Piggy,” he called, as he closed the door behind him, “Piggy piggy piggy.”  He undid her mouth zip and waited for her to open her mouth.  Fucking thing, she was sleeping again.  He slapped her face.  She woke up with a start and then felt his hand on her cheek, stroking it, coaxing compliance, warning her that if she didn’t get her fucking mouth open he was going to slap it silly.

 

She opened her mouth.

 

He clapped for her, “Good girl, that’s very good.”  She couldn’t hear anything but wobbled her head a bit in search of the slight sound.

 

Jack ignored her and unzipped his pants.  He was going to quit, go cold turkey.

 

“Piggy,” he said, as he grasped the sides of her face and guided his hips into alignment, “I’m quitting Piggy, as of this moment,” he said, grabbing the back of her head and bringing her in for a hard kiss--causing her to gag in response as his stiff member penetrated to the back of her mouth,  “as of this moment,” he continued, pulling out a bit and then bucking back into her gagging, sputtering, sobbing head, “as of this moment,” he said, his eyes fluttering and his cock spasming, his body tensed for that divine moment of ejaculation:  “I’m giving up pussy.”  Piggy, for her part, said everything Jack wanted to hear when she swallowed in response to her need for air.  He patted her head and then pulled out of her messy mouth.

 

-

 

Jack sat down and nodded his head, feeling like having a cigarette.  He reached down to his pants, fumbling in the pocket for a pack.  Instead he found a red permanent marker left over from the construction job.  He was still feeling spent but he had to commemorate the moment.  Piggy had lost her virginity--she had blushed in the bar when he had briefly brought up the subject of oral sex, and had, in her inebriated state, admitted that she had never tried it and would probably not be any good at it, to which, Jack had assured her, it would come naturally if she relaxed and let him do all the work, which had made her blush again.  Not only had she just lost her oral virginity but today he was turning over a new leaf, starting now, he was giving up pussy.

 

“Well, almost,” he laughed, as his hand lazily scrawled P-U-S-S, and then a Y across the top of Pig’s upper lip.

 

It would probably come off her mouth the next time that they made love, but he was looking forward to its continued application. 

 

 

Chapter 2, A second kidnapping

 

Jack had done his homework.  The women’s rally was at 7o’clock, and he was in position.

 

He watched as his target got out of her car.  She stepped out, long legs, tight skirt, stockings, business heels…  Jack watched her.  She bent over, wiggling her bum as she reached in and popped the trunk release.

 

Jack started moving up towards her car, crouched, slinking…  She hummed to herself as she walked to the trunk, bending over to reach in.  She fumbled around, gathering up the picket signs she was bringing to the rally.

 

Jack crept up behind her.  He took the sap out of his pocket, tensing.  He was too late!  She turned around and saw him!

 

“Oh hi Jack, Sara finally get you to come to one of the rallies?”

 

“Uh, hi Gwen,” Jack put his hand up behind his head and rubbed his neck sheepishly.  “Yeah, yeah, she’s uh, I’m here because of her, right…”

“Okay well let me get you a sign…” Gwen bent back over, thrusting her gorgeous rump up in the air.  She couldn’t have been older than 32, maybe 33 Jack thought.  He looked both ways quickly, scouting the area.

 

He swung his arm forcefully, connecting solidly with the back of her neck, knocking her out cold with the blackjack.  He glanced around again, reaching forward to support her slumping body.  He put his hands in between her crotch, smiling as he lifted her up and pushed her all the way into the boot,

 

The car was a hatchback, so he crawled in after her, moving over her slumped form and then over the rear seats to gain entry.  He unlocked the driver’s door and then walked back out to shut the trunk.

 

He got back in and leaned back to paw over Gwen’s body.  He ran his hands over her generous curves, thinking what a crock it was that she called herself a feminist and yet sported such a fair of obviously fake tits.  He remembered when he had first been introduced to her by his wife Sara, how she had explained her augmentation:

 

“From my previous marriage, he was totally abusive, picked out what I wore, and made me feel insecure.  He even got me implants as an anniversary gift.  I was glad to get out of there…”

 

Sara had started taking Gwen to rallies to be ‘empowered.’  Now Gwen talked the talk, taking every opportunity to express just how much more free and alive she felt now that she was taking control of her life.

 

It wasn’t really Gwen Jack was after though, he didn’t have anything against her, she was just a means to an end.  It was Sara that demeaned him, that made him feel small.  Gwen was a way to get back at her.

 

He fished the keys out of Gwen’s purse and then duct taped her ankles together and her wrists together.  He wrapped a line of it around her mouth, making sure to secure her hair down the front of her face, partially blinding her.

 

He would have brought more tools but anything else would have been too obvious.  He had traveled light, only wanting to risk carrying the tape in case he got caught.

 

He started up the engine, looking behind him as he backed out of the spot.  He needed to get Gwen back to his house, secure her in the basement with Pig, and then clean the car and park it back at Gwen’s house.

 

He had until the rally finished in a few hours…  He finished shortly before Sara got home.

 

--

 

“Hi honey, how was the rally?” Jack relaxed in the living room, rocking back and forth, sipping a cola and pretending to read a magazine.

 

“Fine, did Gwen call?  Did she leave a message?”

 

“Uh, no, I’ve been here the whole time, you missed a great Law and Order, it was about this guy who…”

 

“I don’t have time for your prattle, tell me, did she call?!”  Sara seemed upset; it wasn’t like her to be this biting.

 

“Well no honey, but, is anything wrong?  You seem upset?”

 

“No,” Sara sat down, still wearing her coat, she seemed lost in thought, “I’m fine, fine.  It’s just, she was supposed to contact me, and we were going to go out later tonight, after the rally…  Only she never showed.”

 

“Oh, did you two have a date?” Jack said carefully, not wanting to let on that he knew anything.  After he had gotten Pig he had been careful not to expose his secret to Sara, and had taken to following her to find out if she knew anything.

 

During his paranoia he had discovered that Sara had a secret of her own, one that explained why she was always so cool and in control.  Gwen and Sara were lovers.

 

“Not a date, just a, you know, girl’s night out,” Sara said, somewhat defensively.

 

“Well I didn’t mean a ‘date’ date,” Jack said, chuckling, “but no, she didn’t call.  You know I was in the shower for a bit though, it’s possible she left a message.”

 

Sara jumped up, running over to the machine.  It didn’t have any messages on it.  “I’ll try calling her cell phone,” Sara said, picking her own up and speed-dialing.

 

“Well I’m sure that she’s just tied up or something,” Jack said, trying hard not to spit up his drink as he said it.  Sara was too caught up in her own activity to notice his guffaw.

 

“No if she was busy she’d have called me, or something, it’s not like her.  She was supposed to be at the rally, I think something’s happened to her.”

 

“Do you think she’s okay, do you want to call the police?” Jack made his face a mask of concern.

 

“No it’s too early for that.  I think I’ll go over to her house though, check in on her.”

 

“Oh okay honey, I heated up some frozen pizza, there are still a few slices sitting out if you want any.”

 

“What kind?” Sara asked.

 

“Uh, its um…” Jack knew she wouldn’t like it.

 

“Meat lovers?”

 

“Yeah,” he said sheepishly.

 

“No thanks, I’ll pick something up.”  She walked out of the house.

 

Jack jumped up and raced to the basement door, he had made it halfway across the room when Sara came back in.  He improvised, turning his dash into a stretch, bending down to reach, and then bending back up, acting nonchalant.

 

Sara grabbed an umbrella, “It’s raining,” she explained, and noticed him.

 

“Going to do some exercise,” he responded, smiling.  Sara walked back out again.

 

Jack walked over to the window and watched her start up the car and drive off before heading downstairs again.  He entered the basement, stepping down into the darkness, his feet used to the stairs.  He felt his way to the door, still in the dark, flipping aside the hidden latch and then stepping inside.

 

It was cool, and slightly damp.  He heard a woman sneeze.  His eyes slowly adjusted.  Lying on the floor was Gwen, shivering a bit.  Pig was still exactly as he had first installed her, silent, obedient, unmoving, entirely naked.  Her pudgy body insulated her from the cold.

 

Gwen was skinnier, a blonde, with perky, smaller breasts despite their enlargement.  The augmentation had left them sitting upright on her chest though, which was a feature Jack admired about her.  He had joked with her one time about whether she needed to get them taken in every now and then to get re-inflated.  She hadn’t laughed.

 

She was huddled up in the small area of the room, lying down where the sloping ceiling under the stairs met the floor.  Jack bent and used a utility knife to cut her skirt from the leg up towards the waist, exposing more of her legs as he did so.

 

She trembled as she felt the cold steel touch her.  He slid the garment to the sides, exposing her white garter and red panties.  Touching his finger to his tongue he slid the slight fabric to the side, getting his first view of her pussy.  She squeaked around her gag and began thrashing with her legs, bending her knees to try to prevent his intrusion.

 

Jack laughed quietly and ran his finger over her labia, feeling her folds.  He looked up at the small monitor of the CCTV he had installed.  It showed the front of the house, from a camera he had installed to point out of a basement window.  Sara’s car was still missing.  If there was any motion detected the monitor would glow brighter.  Jack slid the door open and began dragging Gwen out of the small room and into the basement proper.

 

He dragged an exercise mat out and laid it on the floor.  It fit right in with all of the home gym equipment.  If Sara came back and found a sweaty mat on the floor she would think nothing of it.  Jack dragged Gwen by her ankles over onto the mat, lying down on top of her.

 

He tied a foot of rope around her right wrist, and then tied its end to one corner of the mat.  The mat had metal eyelets in its corners.  Jack repeated the process with the other wrist, and then cut the tape binding her wrists together.  Gwen immediately lunged with her upper body, trying to punch him.

 

Jack dodged and sat back, watching as she reached the end of her tether.  She could move each arm about six inches above the mat, but did not have much more slack.  She tried punching again, and hit the air.  She struggled, pulling on the rope, and succeeded in getting the edges of the mat to curl.  Given time she would probably be able to sit up, so Jack started on her legs.

 

He admired the silky skin of her smooth legs, stroking his hand up and down them before he got to work.  Then he did the same trick on her ankles as he had on her wrists, tying each one individually to a corner of the mat with the rope.  He let her have a few inches of slack but not enough to do much more then kick the air.  She pulled with her arms and with her feet, and was able to make the mat curl again, from all four corners now.  He watched her struggle impotently, his gaze running over her taut tits and her pouting pussy.

 

Jack nodded.  The bonds were tight enough that she could not sit up fully even if she managed to pull with all her strength; she still wouldn’t be able to pull her legs up high enough to do so.  She could raise herself partially, as though beginning to do a curl, but that was about as much range of movement as she had left.  Her best bet would be to wrap her hands around the rope and try to pull herself up to the corners, but even that would ultimately be pointless.

 

Jack sighed and relaxed.  It was tough restraining a prisoner, especially a struggling one.  He wondered how much more time he had until Sara got back.  It wasn’t possible to fit the mat into the room he had carved out under the stairs, the mat was too wide.  It was 7’ by 7’ and the door to the hidden room was only going to let it pass if he turned the mat sideways.

 

“Even then I still can’t store it in the room,” he thought to himself.  Still, he had an idea.  He got to work, taking out his tools.

 

Several hours later he was done.  It had not been easy, in fact he had ran into more than one snag but he had addressed them each in turn, keeping an eye out for Sara’s arrival, and persevered.  Now, looking at the fruits of his efforts it had been worth it.

 

--

 

Gwen still lay strapped to the mat but Jack had excavated a space in the floor of the basement, cutting into the foundation.  He had made a large shallow hole, like digging a children’s pool.  The dimensions were 7’ wide, 7’ tall and 3’ deep.  The mat fit perfectly into the hole.

 

He stacked Gwen’s mat on top of another gym mat, and then bound a pipe in between the two, which would function as a pivot point.

 

Now, testing it out for the first time, he lifted out the locking supports on the sides of the hole and gently swung Gwen downwards, revolving her mat around 180 degrees, so that the second mat swung up to take her place.

 

Gwen was now underneath the ground level, hanging from her rope ties, suspended several inches below the mats.  She started screaming into her tape gag.  Jack slid the supports into place under the sides of the mat, locking them, confident that it would now support weight.

 

“Well, no better time to try it out,” he thought, and began dragging one of the exercise machines over so that it rested partially on the mat.  Sara didn’t come down to the basement often but he didn’t want her trying to ‘tidy up’ anytime soon.  If she tried to lift the mat she would find it in effect bolted to the floor, which would arouse suspicion.  So, to discourage her he also scattered towels around the ‘workout’ area, each one soiled from his labor.

 

“One,” he thought to himself, “Sara hardly comes down here, and two, when she does I’ts usually just to harangue me.  Three, the idea of my sweaty activity puts her off, so she probably won’t poke around too much while I’m here or when I’m gone so long as I keep this stuff out, and four…”  To get to the mat she’d have to pick up Jack’s mess—the towels—and she hated cleaning up after him.

 

Jack patted himself on the back for his ingenuity.  He could probably pull this whole thing off.  He sat down in a chair and drank some water, still sweating.  Gwen was trapped underground, hidden in plain view, but out of sight, still hanging by her bonds.  If for whatever reason she were to get free she would only drop a short way—she would not be injured by the fall—and if she did find herself in a position of mobility she would still be locked in underneath the mats, unable to slide the supports out from the inside.

 

Jack rewarded himself for his hard work by relaxing, leaning back in his chair, and just… resting his eyes for a moment…

 

He jerked upright and squinted.  He was still in the basement.  He looked around… making everything was still in place:

 

The secret door was still shut, the exercise machine and mat were undisturbed, the towels were still scattered around. He breathed a sigh of relief.  He’d have to start not worrying so much if he was going to live like this on a permanent basis.

 

And he didn’t see any reason not too!  He already had two women successfully captured, one a total stranger and one his wife’s lover!  He grinned, now to toy with her…  But first, he needed to see if Sara had gotten home.

 

--

 

“Hello, honey, you back yet?”  Jack re-entered the ground level and looked about.  None of the lights were on.  He poked his head outside; the car was in the driveway.  Maybe the bedroom…  He saw light coming from under the door.

 

He approached it, putting his ear to the frame.  He could hear voices:

 

“Hello, Laurie?  Its Sara, yeah I’m worried about Gwen, have you seen her…  Uh huh, no, I haven’t either.  She was supposed to be at the rally, maybe I missed her…  Yeah that’s what I thought too, I checked her house, her car was still there…  Well I knocked but no answer, so I went inside and it looked normal, like she would still be there…  She gave me a key…  Yes, so in case something happened I would be able to watch her house for her…  No!  We are just friends it’s nothing like that…  Oh god you’re impossible, look have you seen her or not…  Okay well I’ve got to go, bye…”  Sara hung up the phone.  She took out a cigarette and put it to her lips.

 

Jack acted casual and opened the door, feigning a yawn.  Sara blinked up at him and cupped the cigarette, hiding it behind her back.  After her initial reaction she changed her mind and revealed it again, putting it back to her lips and lighting it.

 

“Oh you’ve taken up smoking again I see…” Jack said by way of hello.

 

“Yeah, its Gwen, I don’t know what’s happened to her, I’m all jittery.  I just need it to calm down.”

 

“Well I thought you were telling me that I should quit.  You were saying how it’s a weakness, an addiction, and that strong people don’t smoke.  You were saying that it was a sign of your superior character that you had stopped.”

 

Sara glared up at him, stopping him short.  She exhaled a cloud of smoke; she wagged her finger at him, motioning him to her.  Jack walked over to her, still exuding bravado.  She motioned for him to come closer, and he lowered his head.  She glowered at him, sucking in a long drag, and then leaned forward to put her mouth inches from his face.

 

“I am stronger than you,” she said, gathering the smoke up in her mouth and then forcefully blowing it out through her pursed lips directly into his face.

 

Jack had no response.  He had overplayed his hand.  It was safest for him to be meek again, bide his time.  He had the sudden impulse to confess everything and be punished by his wife, extreme masochistic images coming unbidden to his mind, but he banished them a moment later.

 

The look in his eyes had betrayed him though, not in specifics, but in general terms.  “Is there something you want to tell me Jack?” Sara began.  She smiled, predatorily.

 

“N-no,” he said, becoming a little boy all of a sudden.  Seeing his wife in her element, shaken and yet still in control…  Wearing her night clothes, smoking, exuding confidence…  It was just too much.  To make matters worse he had been so busy with Gwen that he hadn’t had the time to use Pig’s mouth to perform maintenance on his cock.

 

It was throbbing now, reacting to Sara’s appearance and attitude.  He quivered.  He took a breath, trying to re-establish himself.  He was supposed to be in control here, him, he was the one with the power; he was the one with the fucking bitches trapped in the basement, relying on him for life…  He was the god…

 

“Jack Jack Jack…” Sara began, turning his name into ‘tut-tut-tut’ with her tone.  She wagged her finger, a smile playing across her lips. She took another drag on the cigarette and then stood up, suddenly with verve.

 

She jumped on the bed and then crawled backwards up it, spreading her legs as she did so, revealing her sex naked under her nightie.  She was not wearing any underwear.  She crab walked backwards, taunting Jack with her split pussy.  Her back pressed up against the headboard.  She patted the bed in front of her crotch, beckoning him.

 

Jack lost all ability to think rationally.  It had been so long since his wife had let him have her in any way…  Sure he had Pig but, his wife… he just had so much emotion tied up in her… It was mostly anger, and resentment, some hate mixed in, but also desire, and all of that transmuted into need…

 

He crawled up the bed, his eyes fixed on the prize, his mouth opening.  “Come here and tell mommie everything,” Sara said, gripping his body in her legs, pulling his face in to her crotch, wrapping her thighs around his back.  She leaned back into the bed, her gaze resting on the ceiling.  She continued to smoke, relaxing her body and tightening her scissor grip on her husband.

 

Jack fell face first into her sex, lapping at it, sucking, eating, pouring himself into her.  “That’s it honey, you tell me everything…”  She closed her eyes for a moment and then smiled.  She opened them again and her face hardened, she squeezed his body, moving her legs higher, until he had her thighs wrapped around his neck.

 

“Mmmmm,” she said, cutting off his air, beginning to strangle him…  “Mmmmmm,” she moaned.  She could feel it, could hear him whimpering…  “Tell mommie,” she panted, “tell her…  Mmmm, tell her everything...”

 

Jack was flush, alive, panting, no longer giving head but just struggling to breathe.  This was no new action on his wife’s part, but she had never done it so forcefully before.  He put his hands up and tried to pull her legs off of him, to get a little bit of air.

 

Sara felt his struggles and felt an orgasm rising up in her.  She had been horny earlier in the day in expectance of Gwen, who normally had her head down at her crotch at the snap of her fingers…  But in lieu of her, and in deference to her mounting need she had acted impulsively, letting her husband back into bed with her.  She now remembered how good it felt to treat him like the worm he was.

 

She felt his body jerking, trying to wriggle free, and she squeezed tighter, taking her frustration out on him, feeling her own sexual pleasure build…

 

“Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm,” she said tensing, feeling the pressure build up in anticipation of release.  “Oh goddd Gwennn,” she said, imagining her female lover in between her legs, “oh yessss…”  She was so caught up in her orgasm she didn’t even realize her slip.

 

“Errghhh, ghhh,” Jack said.  She spent herself, squirting girl cum all over his face, her eyes lighting up.  She held it for a moment and then let it go…  feeling a wave of contentment wash over her.

 

Jack finally clawed his way out of her thighs’ loosening grip.  He panted, breathing rapidly.  Sara came to her senses and spied him escaping.  She laughed and grabbed his hair with her hand, shoving him back down into her cunt.

 

“Take a good look Jackie boy,” she said, “that’s the last you’re going to see of it for some time.”  She threw him off her, gathering her robe up around her in a swoop and hopping off the bed.  She stubbed her cigarette out and reached for another.  She watched Jack sitting at the foot of the bed, still gasping for air.

 

“Hmmph,” she said, lighting her cigarette.

 

 

Chapter 3, Toy

 

Jack realized he had to do something.  He couldn’t live like this.  He felt dirty, used.  Here he was a grown man, this was his house…  Okay well it was both of theirs but still, he was the man in the relationship.  He felt impotent.

 

He left Sara to the bedroom and stalked out to the kitchen.  He was ashamed of his humiliating participation in bed, and hurt by the way she had treated him afterwards.  He was still nursing a throbbing cock which was on the verge of becoming sore.

 

“First things first,” he said to himself, “I need to cum.”  He marched off downstairs, seeking solace in the company of his toys.

--

 

“Pig,” he said, again to himself, “I have a treat for you.”  He said it in a sweet sing-song voice but she could not hear him.  He didn’t really care, he didn’t like it when she could hear, it gave her too much power.  Better that she remain a solid object, the hood fully over her face.

 

“I just need this part right here anyway,” he said, unzipping her mouth.  It was obediently open.  “Well here’s someone who never spurns me,” he said to the room.  “Mmmmm,” he said, lowering his pants to his ankles.  He looked up at the CCTV, its flash catching his eye.  Sara was leaving the driveway in her car.  “Good,” he thought.  That meant he had some ‘alone time.’  He looked at Pig’s mouth, fighting over the desire to take advantage of his new privacy or to gain release now.

 

“Ohh,” he said, frustrated.  He closed Pig’s mouth, tucking her fat lips away and zipping her mouth back up.  The injections were really helping, her lips were much plumper than when he had first got her, much more ‘bee-stung’ now.  He slapped her in the side of her face in impatience, before standing up and leaving her.  He kept the door open so he could maintain an eye on the Sara’s arrival.

 

He turned his attention to Gwen, whom he rechristened ‘Toy.’

 

He unlocked the mats and flipped her over.  She drew in breaths of fresh air, happy to be right side up again and out of the disorienting position.  She had no idea what time it was, where she was or what was going to happen next, but she remembered clearly last seeing Jack.

 

Jack looked at the monitor, making sure that Sara was not pulling in, and then sat down on the mat.  He positioned his body so that he was straddling Toy’s neck.  She seemed fearful and anxious, good.  He drew his knife out, letting it slide loosely over her neck, not breaking the skin but getting her blood pressure up.

 

She breathed in and out quickly through her nose, her eyes darting rapidly under her hair.  She could make out vague shapes in the darkness, and could feel the knife tip dangling gently over her neck.  She started to gulp in fright and caught herself, stopping mid-swallow and holding her breath.   The knife finished its path over her neck and Jack withdrew it.

 

She breathed again, sighing a bit.  Jack put the blade up against the side of her head and she tensed again.  He teased her with it, running it over her head, gently, up over her scalp.  He gripped her hair in his hands, the tight strands that ran from her bangs down to her taped mouth, the hair that was secured.  He cut it near the base of her head, freeing it.  She mewled under her gag, and started breathing quickly again.

 

“Your name is Toy,” he said, gripping more of her hair and cutting it.  One thing he had to give Sara, being a dyke meant being able to get with the chicks with the short butch haircuts.  He cut more of Toy’s hair off, gripping it in his hand and cutting.  “You do not speak unless I ask you a question, and then only to answer it.  If I ask a question you will answer it in the best way you know how.”

 

He gripped another fistful of hair and sliced it off, her bangs were separated now, just hanging on their attachment to the tape.  The sides of her head were next, and Jack took a scissors out for them.  He ran his fingers up through the hair, feeling its soft texture before snipping it.

 

“Snip,” went the scissors, “snip snip, snip.”  He moved his fingers, running them through the hair, holding it up and away from her head and then cutting it, leaving about two inches.  He continued, wordlessly.  After his initial ministrations were done he turned back to her mouth and ripped the tape off.

 

“Ahhh,” Toy said, breathing through her mouth, sucking in air.  She ran her tongue over her lips and tasted the tape residue.  “Phh,” she said, spitting.

 

“No talking,” Jack said.

 

“Jack?  Jack is that you?”

 

Jack punched her in the side of the face, making her recoil.  “What is your name?” he asked.

 

Gwen nursed her face, squinting and moaning.  She flinched when he raised his hand again.  She tried to think, her mind racing.  He brought his arm back for another blow and she squeaked, “Toy!”

 

“Say it again,” he said, suddenly smiling.

 

“Toy!” she said, again squeaking meekly.

 

Jack was highly amused.  The way she was saying it, surely out of panic and desperation of course, but nevertheless, the way she was saying it was just like a squeaky doll.

 

“Say it again,” he said, his cock rising in his pants.

 

“Toy,” she said, more calmly.

 

“No, no say it like you just did.”

 

“Toy?” she said, mimicking the voice a bit but also raising the pronunciation up into a question.

 

“No, like you did before!” Jack said, suddenly angry.

 

Gwen recoiled, seeing his anger return, and squeaked.  Jack’s eyes lit up, awaiting it, and she squeaked again, trying to placate him.  He smiled, this was almost just as good.

 

“I like that, okay, your name is Toy but when I ask you what your name is just squeak, you’re a squeaky toy.”

 

She looked up at him in confusion.  “Jack what…” he hit her in the side of the face again, not as hard but swiftly.  She shut up.

 

“What’s your name?” he said.  There was a pause, the silence hung in the air.

 

Gwen started to cry, she didn’t like this game.  Jack didn’t appreciate this response so he hit her again, harder.

 

“What’s your name squeaky Toy, say it!” he roared.

 

“Squeak,” she said, making the noise.  She squeaked again.  Jack’s anger dissipated.  She squeaked again, sobbing in humiliation.

 

“Jack please,” she began, and then jerked under his renewed assault.  “Jack…” she sobbed, getting slapped again.  Jack slapped her face, waited, and then slapped her again, taking his frustration out.  Here was a bitch refusing to show him respect.

 

“You, do, what, I, say,” he seethed, speaking through clenched teeth.  He hit her again, sending her head to the side.  Then he stroked her, watching her face, seeing her close her eyes and cry.  He took his scissors in hand again and moved in for a closer cut.

 

--

 

A few minutes later Toy had barely and hair at all, Jack had been thorough.  All that remained was stubble and he was leaving that, it was too much trouble to maintain it any shorter; it would grow back.

 

“There,” he said, and since it was blond the stubble was hardly noticeable anyway.  He held up a mirror to the woman, who, despite her pain was still morbidly curious and looked up when he offered her the sight.

 

“No, no my hair,” she sobbed.  ‘This bitch just doesn’t learn,’ Jack thought.

 

He gripped the mirror in his teeth and clasped his hands over her ears.  He laid his fingers flat against the side of her head.  Tensing his muscles he whipped his hands back and then clapped them to the sides of her ears, slapping them.  He repeated the attack.

 

“Shut, the, fuck, up,” he said, around the mirror.  Toy looked up at him in fright and then began pleading with her eyes when she met his gaze.

 

“You are not a person!” he yelled, dropping the mirror on accident.  She flinched and shut her eyes tight as it landed on her, striking her temple and sliding off on to the mat; it didn’t break.

 

“Fucking,” Jack said.  She was not nearly as easy to break as Pig had been.  “We are not friends, I know you’re a fucking dyke, that you were sleeping with my fucking cunt wife, and…” he stopped.  “Why the fuck am I telling you all this?!  You don’t deserve explanations, you’re a cunt, a shit, a, a…  toy, you’re a toy, that’s all you are.”

 

He slid his pants down.  There was more than one way to break a woman.  He felt his hard, erect penis sliding up against her stockings and he smiled.  Gwen started panting, “No, no, no please, no, Jack, no, stop please, no no, don’t do this, no…”

 

He guided his cock up next to her pussy, feeling her clenching her thighs as much as the restraints would allow, which wasn’t much   She was spread-eagled on the mat.  It was 7’ wide and the rope was only about a foot long on each foot.  That meant that the span between her legs was about 5’.

 

“You can’t stop me, but try, go ahead, squirm,” he said menacingly.  He guided the tip of his cock up to the entrance of her gaping pussy.  It was dry.  He didn’t really care if he hurt her but he didn’t want her bleeding since that meant more maintenance and he’d have to worry about possible infection when he left her alone in the hole.

 

He also enjoyed it when a cunt was wet, it made for easier entry.  He ran his fingers over her face, gathering up her tears.  “Cry all you want bitch,” he said, “it will just easy my way…” he put the damp finger down by her cunt and used her tears to wet her, sticking his fingers into her channel.

 

“Uhhh, no, mmmm, no, ughhh,”she said, crunching her face up at the violation.

 

“I’m just getting started,” he breathed.  He thrust into her, plunging in to her depth in one stroke.

 

“Uhhh,” she cried out, shocked at the intrusion.

 

“Mmmmm, unghhhmmm,” Jack grunted, thrusting in, his cock rock hard.  He tensed his buttocks and pulled out, thrusting back into her again, gripping her behind the head, resting his left arm on her shoulder, pulling up on her, thrusting in.

 

“No, no…” she breathed, speaking over and over in short, quick whispers.

 

Jack ignored her and thrust into her, wanting to cum so bad.  He wanted to ride her, to fuck her until she started to like it, but he needed to cum really badly…

 

“Nnngg,” he said, “nnnnnnmmmm.”  He started to cum, shooting his stuff up into her womb.  He sighed, relaxing, and felt his cock unload into her.  He gripped her neck tightly and held on.

 

“No, please, no,” she sobbed, her voice hoarse from all the crying.  “Nooooo!” she yelled, trying to push him off of her, “No!”  She could feel what he was doing.  “No, no!”

 

Jack slid off of her and walked over to the Pig room.  He stepped inside and reached for his bag, taking out a small bottle of pills.  These were retroactive abortion pills, or ‘morning-after’ pills.  He had found them in Gwen’s possession.

 

“Now what does a man-hating dyke like you need these for?” he asked, squatting down over her face.  His post-cum oozed slowly from his cock tip.  He made sure to position it so that it dripped down onto her nose.  She saw the strand oozing down and turned her head to the side, so that it dripped on her cheek.  Jack grabbed her head and turned it, getting the strand to spider across her cheek, onto her nose, and then across onto her cheek opposite.

 

“Do you want one?” he asked.

 

“Oh please, please give it to me, please, I don’t want to get pregnant, no, no, not by you, no, I need it, please…”  Jack raised his finger and put it to his lips, shushing her.

 

She grew quieter, but remained frantic.  “Please, please,” she repeated, in small, desperate voice.

 

“What is your name?” he asked.

 

Gwen cringed, and looked up at him, her desperation apparent in her eyes.  “Its,” she said, and stopped when she saw the look in his eyes.  They burned into her, with such obvious loathing it made her swallow.

 

“Squeak,” she said, frowning in humiliation.  She wanted to die when she saw him smile.

 

“Say it again,” he said, and she capitulated.  She didn’t have any fight left in her.  Her pussy was sore, wet, leaking cum, and she felt used, violated, trapped and bruised…

 

“Squeak,” she squeaked, making the noise he wanted.  She didn’t say the word so much as make the sound.  He smiled at her again, his grin widening.

 

“Say it again,” he said, sounding more like an excited child.

 

She gulped, hesitating for just a moment, “squeak,” she said.  Again she didn’t speak so much as make the noise.

 

“Good, now open,” Jack said, still dripping cum slowly.  It had started to form a second strand while they had been conversing, and Toy had been keeping an eye on it.

 

It oozed ominously as she obeyed, opening her mouth, expecting him to give her the pill now as a reward.

 

“Good, now hold it, keep it open…  That’s a good girl,” he fished a pill out of the bottle and held it up in the air above her.  She followed it with her eyes.

 

“What’s your name?” he asked.

 

“Squeak.”

 

“Say it again.”

 

“Squeak.”

 

“Again.”

 

“Squeak.”  She held her mouth open after she made the noise, watching the pill as he held it.  He moved it around a bit, teasing her.  She followed it with her eyes and started to whine, making a begging noise like a dog.

 

“That’s good, just like that, make that noise again.”

 

She keened again, whining like a bitch.  He moved the pill closer, the cum started to drip from his cock now, its hanging thread accumulating enough mass to overcome inertia.

 

“Good, good, keep it open.”  She started to see the movement out of the corner of her eye.  She was watching the pill, actively begging, whining with her mouth, sticking her tongue out.

 

“Ahh, ah, ah,” she said, making little seal barking noises.  She still pushed with her cunt muscles, trying to force the invading sperm out with her contractions.

 

She saw the leaking sperm and turned her head to the side at the last moment.

 

“Bad, bad!” Jack shouted, causing her to flinch.  She moved her head back to where it had been and saw him nod.  She opened her mouth again, and he nodded.

 

She held her mouth open, begging again.  He moved the pill down to his cock and wiped it in the remains of his cum, coating it.  She whined, not liking what she was seeing.  She closed her mouth for a moment to swallow her spit.

 

“Open,” he said.

 

She opened her mouth.  He moved the pill down to her mouth, holding it on her raised tongue.  He leaned down and spit into her mouth, then released the pill.

 

“Now swallow,” he said.  “Swallow.”  She whined but did so, taking the pill greedily into her mouth and swallowing it along with Jack’s residual semen and expectorant.

 

He gave her a few seconds to finish it and then started again.

 

“What’s your name?” he asked.

 

She hesitated, and then squeaked for him.

 

“Good,” he said, and she felt somewhat good about the praise.

 

“What’s your name?” he asked again.

 

“Squeak,” she squeaked.

 

“Good,” Jack said, reaching down and rubbing her head, running his fingers over her short hair, petting her scalp.  She enjoyed the sensation a bit, and then tensed up again.

 

“Relax,” Jack said, “relax.”  She calmed, somewhat, and let him stroke her.  She found herself enjoying it more as she relaxed.

 

Jack took a bottle of baby oil and rubbed some onto his hands.  He then started massaging Toy’s legs and thighs, rubbing her feet and her calves.  He worked his way up and around her inner thighs, loosening her tension.  She tensed up again when he neared her vulva but he left it alone, moving instead past it and around to massage her outer thighs.

 

He admired her naked, glistening legs and thighs, running his hand up and down his cock, reawakening it a bit.  Gwen could see him masturbating a bit and was nervous about it.

 

Jack walked around to her side and started massaging her arms and shoulders.  She relaxed again as he reached her neck and rubbed along it, using both hands.  He got to her tits last, running his hands over their taut, tightly stretched surface longingly.  “Overfillled?” He asked conversationally

 

“Yes,” Toy responded.  “It was my ex’s idea.  I hate how fake it makes my tits look.”

 

“Nonsense,” Jack said, rubbing his hands over them, feeling how hard they were to the touch, “I think they’re perfect for a toy.  Toys are made of plastic.”

 

Gwen shuddered; he was thinking of her as an object again, it made his touch become repulsive.  She watched as his hands kneaded her breasts, watched as her person was invaded again.  “Please,” she said, “please stop.”

 

“Don’t misbehave,” he said, enjoying his ministrations of her breasts to discipline her at the moment.

 

“Please, Jack, we’re friends, you can let me go.  I won’t tell anyone…  It will be our little secret; you haven’t even done anything wrong…  I’ll just say it was consensual.  You can say it was consensual…”  She stopped talking.  He had moved around in front of her as she had pleaded and was now stroking his cock near her face.  The sight of it shut her up, she was intimidated.

 

Jack didn’t even say anything; he just grinned down at her and held the tip of his cock inches from her face.  She started to open her mouth and he pointed the tip at it, still pumping at his hard-on.

 

She thought better of it and closed her mouth, keeping her lips shut tight.  He re-aimed, pointing instead at her eye, and she shut it, squinting it tight.  He laughed and got up again.

 

Jack took out a baby bottle which contained water and mineral oil.  He held it out to her.  She found it degrading to drink from a bottle but she was thirsty and she wasn’t in a position to drink any other way.  She opened her mouth as he put the rubber nipple in front of it.

 

She suckled as he put it in and held it there.  He squatted over her, watching her chest rise and fall, her neck pulsate as she swallowed, her lips run over the bottle and her jaw move as she drank.  Jack watched the level in the bottle go down, until it was at the half-way point.

 

“That’s all for now,” Jack said, drawing it out.  Gwen was still thirsty so she pulled on the bottle with her mouth, trying to nurse more from it before he pulled it away.  Jack chuckled.

 

“That’s okay Toy, you’ll get more later.  It’s time for me to put you away for now.  Playtime’s over.”

 

Jack put the bottle away and then produced a heavy-duty adult diaper.  Toy saw it and her eyes went wide.  Jack started sprinkling her vagina with baby powder, making sure to get it on her mound and insider her thighs.  He put the diaper around her crotch, padding it around her vagina, running the straps around the outside and then commanding her to “Lift.”

 

Gwen hesitated, and then did so.  She didn’t have too many other options.  It was humiliating to be treated like a baby.  If she balked she was just going to get beat again, or worse.  There didn’t seem to be too much in the way of reasoning with him.  She hoped that he didn’t kill her.  Oh god who knew where she was.  He was going through a lot of effort though so all she had to do was stay calm and she’d think of a way out of this.

 

“Okay Toy now you’re all set for the night.  I’m putting this baby monitor in with you so if you wake up in the night or you need help or need to be changed you can let me know.  Little whimpers aren’t going to cut it though, you have to be loud for me to hear you, as I am going to be moving around the house.  I’ll be making sure to turn the receiver off when Sara’s around, but who knows, I might forget…”

 

Jack slid the supports out of the way and Toy started struggling, kicking and punching in her restraints, throwing a temper tantrum.  She didn’t want to go back into the dark.  She threw a royal fit, kicking, pulling, bawling just like a big baby.

 

“I think somebody’s tired,” Jack said.  “She’ll feel better after a nap…”  He swung the mat around, shunting Gwen away into the darkness of the pit, and revealing an empty mat in her place.

 

He turned the receiver on and put it at medium volume.  Loud cried of anguish and despair filled the room.  She was being vocal, she did not like being down there.  He could hear her crying out, yelling in guttural cries, breaking down into sobs.  She took a deep breath and started cying again, screaming out her lover’s name:

 

“Sara!  Sara!” she cried, her voice ragged, hoarse.  She sobbed again.  “Sara help me!”  He turned the volume down on the receiver.  “sara, help me,” she was fainter now.

 

He listened to it, turning the knob up and then back down, hearing it go from screams of anguish to soft whines…  He turned it up a bit and then stuck it in the Pig’s room, setting it on the floor.  He unzipped her ears.  The cries sounded again, ragged, desperate…  He closed the door and put his ear to the paint.  He heard nothing.  He waited, still nothing.  “There,” he said, closing up shop and mounting the stairs, “much better.”

 

Everything was in order in the basement…  He just had one more thing to take care of in the house.  He squinted as he entered the living room.  Sara’s car was pulling into the driveway.

 

 

Chapter 4, Sara

 

Sara grinned at Jack, who watched her come in with a calm detachment, and then widened his eyes in shock as she took a taser out of her purse.

 

“Where the fuck did you get that,” Jack said, jumping out of his skin as she fired it at him.  He groaned, collapsing weakly onto the floor.

 

“Oh don’t you worry about that,” she said, “but I still have to test it, make sure it works.”  She activated the weapon, sending another surge through him.

 

“Sara I am not fucking kidding you stop this right now…” he said after he recovered enough to talk.

 

“Hahahah,” Sara laughed, snorting.  “And you’ll what?  We both know you’re weak Jack.  Now come here.”

 

It was hard for him to talk, his chest felt like it was on fire.

 

Sara spoke again, her face turning to an imperious mask.  “I want you to come here, now.”

 

Jack twitched.  Sara realized her mistake and released the button.  She hadn’t meant to push it.  Jack wanted to scream.  He had two women downstairs right now, tied up, restrained, relying on him for their fucking lives—he still couldn’t do anything to stop his wife.

 

“Jack come here,” she said, patting her thigh.  Jack obeyed, scared shitless that she might push the button again.  He felt like a walking zombie, his eyes were open, he stared ahead, not wanting to move but not wanting to get shocked.  He felt like his heart would burst.  He just wanted to lie down for a week.

 

He sighed and hung his head when he reached her.  He wished he could stand up but his legs felt weak.

 

Sara grinned malevolently, soaking in his obedience, watching him crawl to her and then heel at her feet.  He quivered, jolts of electricity coursing through his body, tensing and shivering until she stopped.

 

“What do you say Jack?” Sara said.

 

“I’m, I’m sorry…” he said, breaking down into sobs.

 

She pushed the button again, sending jolts of agony through his body.  He spasmed and then slumped when she released the button.

 

“What do you say Jack?” Sara asked again, this time with more bite.

 

“Th-thank you,” he said, his teeth were chattering.  She was going to fucking kill him if she didn’t stop.  His mind was incapable of processing anything, he felt like a live wire.  She shocked him again.

 

He quivered and shook; she let the button go and he stood there panting, breathing hard.  He dipped his head and tried to think, what the fuck did she want, did she know?  Was that it, was she just going to torture him until the end, or had she gone crazy?  Had her years of man-bashing coupled with Gwen’s disappearance finally cause her to snap?

 

“That’s good,” she said, watching him drool onto her boot.  Jack wanted to cry.  Sara had been debasing him ever since he had met her.  He had found it erotic, kinky at first, and had been swept away by her overactive imagination and lust.  He had married her because she was a very hot, very dominant babe who turned him on, a lot.

 

Sara lit up another cigarette, shaking her head, tossing her hair over her shoulders.  She looked down at Jack and lifted a boot, running it along the side of his head.

 

Life had been great for Jack in the beginning, it was tons of fun and he loved the freedom of the lifestyle, but Sara had begun taking it too seriously, looking past him and seeing only a thing…  It had been even more erotic at first, and he had sought out the abuse, reveled in it…  Until it started to feel too real, until he started to have trouble sorting out what was play and what was painful.

 

Eventually he had talked Sara into therapy, at least for a little bit.  The therapist, a man, had said that she had anger issues, and displacement or something, basically that she had some real mental problems.  Jack told her that it was no big deal, that everyone has problems, but she refused to admit it, to communicate on the issue.  She blamed the therapist, saying that he was just labeling her because she was a woman and that he couldn’t stand to see an independent free-thinking female.

 

Jack had told her how preposterous that was but she refused to listen to him, shunting him aside.  It was then that she had really gotten zealous about her women’s rallies, and subsequently estranged Jack from their bed.

 

“Gwen, its all Gwen’s fault,” Jack said, thinking now that maybe if that slut lesbian hadn’t met his wife that he and Sara would still be together.

 

Sara stopped her preening for a second and looked down at him.

 

“What did you say?”

 

“I said it’s all Gwen’s fault, it’s all her fault…”  Jack started to cry.

 

Sara kicked him back, yanking the taser out of his chest and squatting over him.  She tapped her ashed onto his forehead.  “What the fuck do you know about it?” she asked, indignantly.  “Do you know where Gwen is?  What do you know?” she asked, drawing another drag.

 

Jack wept, looking up at his wife and wondering if she would kill him or love him if he told her the truth.  He considered it for a moment and then decided to lie.  “Gwen, she told me about you and her…  About, about…  You know…”  Sara watched his eyes, listening.

 

Jack continued, thinking rapidly, “She told me not to tell you but she…” he choked back his tears, sobering, “she felt bad about it.  That’s why she told me, she felt bad because you were married and she wasn’t sure if you loved her or me or if you were just getting a little extra on the side.”  Jack put his arm on his side, feeling the tightness in his chest, the throbbing.

 

Sara looked at him critically, and considered his words.  “I told her that if what she said was true that I’d grant you a divorce, that you two could be together, because if you didn’t love me…  If you were cheating on me and you wanted to be with her then I didn’t want to be your garbage… your cast off…”  He was crying again, real tears.  Even though he was making up the part where Gwen confessed to him he was explaining how he felt.

 

“If you don’t love me anymore Sara then kill me…”  He didn’t want her to do that but he had gotten through to her, mixing fiction with some truth and was waiting, watching her…

 

Sara melted.  She thought about how she had just taken out her rage on her husband and for no reason… she suddenly felt small, which was a way she hadn’t felt for awhile…  She looked at herself, realizing how needy she suddenly was “You mean Gwen’s…  She left to see if I’d follow her, or choose you…  She wanted me to choose?”  She started to cry too.  “She did this because she loves me…  Oh Jack, I don’t know, I, I want to be with Gwen but how can I leave you, I need you too…”

 

Jack saw it, she was weakened.  He could catch her being introspective.  In a few moments she’d come to some decision of action and then she’d be all business again, but right now… he had her.  He clutched at his stomach, his face a mask of pain, pity, compassion, love, and other stuff designed to keep her focused on herself and not on him.

 

He caught her off guard, knocked her back, the taser out of her hand, he half jumped half rolled after it, kicking off with his right leg and grabbing the taser in his right hand after spinning around to land on his stomach.  Sara regained her footing and turned, roaring… and got stuck right in the cunt by Jack’s low shot from the taser.  One more inch lower and he’d have missed.

 

Sara looked down at herself, her breasts heaving as she shook, those pert mounds jiggling up and down under her tight top.  Her face was a mask of disbelief as Jack squeezed the trigger down, sending volts of electricity straight through to her babymaker.

 

“Noo-ooo-oo,” she called out, everything seemed to move in slow motion.  Her head jerked, her legs shot out from under her, she fell, defeated.

 

Jack got up onto one leg, still clutching the button down, watching as her box continued to jerk.  He stood, shakily, and wiped an arm across his brow.  He finally let up on the juice, reaching into his back pocket and taking out the duct tape.

 

“As I was saying,” he said, regaining her breath.  “I found out about you and Gwen, but she’s alright.  In fact she’s waiting for you in this house.  You don’t have to choose between us after all.  In fact, I’ll make sure you stay close to her at all times.”

 

Sara looked up, groggy, still twitching, and met Jack’s eyes, watching as he strode with purpose to her.  Her face became awash with fright as he started to wrap the tape across her mouth, her voice silenced but her eyes still pleading.

 

 

Conclusion

 

Sara groaned, coming to.  She felt sore, and had a headache.  She didn’t know what time it was, and it was dark.  She felt something wiggling against her back, so she wiggled back.  She felt something poke into her ass and she clenched her anus in response, suddenly awake.  The tube cupped her anus.

 

“That one’s for solid waste,” Jack said, standing above her.  Her pupils slowly dilated, adjusting to the dim light.  She was laying strapped in to the top mat, the one opposite Gwen, but she had no idea where she was.  “We’re in the basement,” Jack explained.  “Gwen is beneath you, on the other side of the mat.  Here, I’ll show you.”

 

He gave the mat a push and Sara revolved down, disappearing and entering darkness.  She re-emerged several moments later and saw Jack grinning at her.  “You two are close, but seldom in contact.  When you are up here she’s down there, and vice versa.  Oh, and her name’s Toy.”  Jack stood and walked over to the stairs, opening the door to the room underneath.

 

“This here’s Pig, I’ve had her for a few weeks…” he walked back to Sara, “Right under your nose!  How’s that for active feminism huh?  You should have killed me when you had the chance.” He laughed at her.

 

Sara felt herself spinning again, entering the darkness.  Jack fiddled about with the tubes some more and she heard something protruding near her head.

 

She spun about back into the light and then he gripped her hair and started clipping it.  “Mmmmm, mm mmm,” she said.

 

“It has to come off, its in the way.”

 

“Mmmmm, mmm mm,” Sara mewled, she was very proud of her hair.

 

“I don’t see why you’re causing such a big fuss over this.  This is nothing compared to what’s going to happen shortly, or later on, I don’t know, it will happen when it happens, you know, when it comes naturally.”  He giggled, finding his own words amusing.

 

Sara stopped complaining and watched him, now that the shoe was on the other foot she could see her own behavior in him. It terrified her.  She bucked, struggling against her bonds, straining, trying to bust out so she could throttle him.

 

“Just relax, go with the flow,” Jack said, laughing again.  He took out the scissors and began clipping her hair shorter, reducing it to about an inch and a half exposed.  He worked his way along her bang until her front hair was free and then did her sides, running his fingers through it and removing it neatly.

 

“Oh this is much better,” he said, clipping the back of her head, around the edges, and then as much else as he could see.  He ripped the tape off.

 

“Look, listen, we can work out a deal,” she said.  Jack shook his head.  “I’ll, I’ll suck your cock, how about that, that’s something you’ve always wanted, what if I do that, you can let me go then, can’t you?”

 

Jack feigned interest.  “You know,” he said, “that does sound good.  I think we could do that.  If you suck my cock, then I’ll let you go.”  Sara nodded, eagerly, desperate to be out of her bonds.

 

“Alright, open wide,” Sara opened her mouth, watching as Jack unzipped and lowered his pants.  Jack wiped the remaining hair away from her face and gripped the tube he had been scheming to get into her mouth since he had flipped the mats over.  It dangled off to the side, a corrugated plastic tube.  The end of it was metallic and had a strange bulb on it.

 

Once it was inside Sara’s mouth it would be impossible to dislodge, it would squeeze going in and then only come out once parts of it outside her mouth were squeezed down by human hands.

 

“Good, now hold it, hold it.”  Jack stroked his cock with his right hand, feeling it harden, looking at Sara’s pleading face.  He let his eyes lose focus a bit, concentrating on her whole persona, on how eager she was to do anything she thought might get her out of this.

 

“Just hold it,” he said, stroking up and down, his cock hardening until it was fully erect.  He felt waves of pleasure surge through him, gripping the tube harder, ready to plunge it into her mouth as soon as he shot his load into it.

 

“Keep it stead, keep it open, good.”  Sara wasn’t sure when he was going to let her suck it, but she kept her mouth open, not sure quite what else to do.  She hoped he wasn’t going to cum on her face, which would be degrading.  It was degrading enough having to present a target for him, having to hold her mouth open.

 

“Good, just keep it open, keep your cunt lips nice and wide.”  Sara furrowed her eyebrows in offense to his terminology.  She kept her mouth lips wide open but started to talk:

 

“Ees, are ott eye unt ips,” she said, blinking as a spatter of sperm hit her eye.  She blinked again, unsure what had just happened but continuing, “ees are ott eye,” he shot a stream of cock snot up into her nose, missing her mouth by a half inch, and then adjusting as he pulsed two more hard shots into her mouth and then spraying it over her cheek and then again into her mouth.

 

“Oook,” she said, making a sour mouth with her face.  She blinked again, blowing with her nose and gathering the stuff in her mouth up to be spit out.

 

Jack snapped his left hand into position, flipping the tube’s bulbous end over on top of her mouth and shoving it inside in one fluid motion.  Sara’s face widened, her mouth stretching around it, her eyes going wide, her cheeks bulging out.

 

“Good,” Jack said, “now swallow.”  Sara swallowed to begin speaking, but could not get any words around the balloon in her mouth.  She swallowed again, feeling residual traces of stuff in her mouth, and more sliding down her throat.  She swallowed again, trying to get the stuff out of her throat.

 

Jack watched as she swallowed over and over, trying to slid the gooey stuff down.  “Do you need some water?” he asked.  Sara nodded, plaintively.  “Okay, there’s only one way to get liquid in to you,” he said.  “This tube is hooked up to your partner over there on the other side.  So in order to get you something to drink…”  He pressed down on the mat, flipping it over to reveal Gwen, whose diaper had been replaced with a set of tubing similar to the one that Sara had just had put into her mouth.

 

Gwen’s mouth was strangely devoid of bulb, sporting instead a saline ring which kept it stretched open in an ‘o’ even when completely relaxed.

 

“Here you go Toy,” Jack said, plucking up a bottle from nearby and feeding it to her.  She suckled it down obligingly, thirsty and also needy for human contact.  “That’s a good girl, now your friend on the other side is thirsty, so you make sure and be a good girl for daddy and make a potty, okay?”

 

Toy wasn’t sure exactly what he meant but she was eager to please him in any way so she nodded her head enthusiastically.  “Good girl,” Jack said, finishing his feeding and taking the bottle away from her.  She clung on again, trying to keep it even as he took it away.

 

He wagged his finger at her and then flipped the mats over again, revealing a dizzy Sara.  She looked at him in confusion, one of her eyes bloodshot from earlier.  “Now we wait,” Jack said, “her drink has a diuretic in it.”  Sara thought about what that meant, and then shook her head to the side, saying ‘no.’

 

Jack nodded at her and then rotated the mats a little bit, so that he could see what was going on underneath.  Sure enough Toy was making a wee-wee into the tubing, filling up the reservoir.  Jack waited until she finished and then flipped it over in one hard spin.

 

The urine stayed in the container until it reached enough of a tilt to start sliding ‘up’ the tube, or down towards Sara’s mouth.  She saw it coming through the clear tubing and tried to mewl into her bulb.  Jack smiled and watched, controlling the rate of feed with the angle he held the mats at.  He tilted it forward a bit and the urine sped up, racing towards Sara faster.

 

She mewled and then coughed as it entered her mouth, unable to spit it back out due to the nature of the bulb but also resisting swallowing it out of disgust.  She tried instead to hold it in her mouth and stem the flow with her tongue.  That worked for a bit until she found herself involuntarily swallowing some of what was in her mouth.  She was horrified but unable to do anything else.  She gagged and then choked some more.

 

Eventually she gave up and tried swallowing a mouthful voluntarily.  It tasted awful, and made her want to vomit.  She tasted bile and swallowed it, not wanting to add to her own torture.  She looked up at Jack pleadingly, who only watched her in fascination and obvious enjoyment.

 

He tilted the mat some more, emptying the last of the urine into her mouth.  Some of it trickled back down to the reservoir, or, as Jack called it, the ‘bladder’—the catheter in Toy’s pussy ensured that it went directly from her’s into it’s—but it would wait there until Jack fed her again.

 

“Did you enjoy that?” Jack asked.  Sara shook her head no.  “Good,” he said, “now you be a good girl and enjoy what your lesbian lover has to offer you.  You won’t taste my cum again until after it’s been through her.  Maybe if you’re well behaved I’ll let you have some direct from the source.”  He patted his crotch and laughed.  He looked at her and his joviality turned into an expression of mock concern:

 

“But I want to make sure my girl stays strong and healthy, so I’m going to say goodbye to you now and hello to your twat-brained partner.  I’m feeding her a pureed slice of pizza loaded in bacon, sausage, and ham…”  Sara’s face expressed severe disgust.  “And then when she’s through with it you’ll get it secondhand.”

 

Sara tasted bile again, but Jack left her contemplate his words in the dark, flipping the mats over again, adding to Sara’s nausea as Toy sped into view.

 

“Open up honey,” Jack said, giggling at his own joke.  Toy stuck her tongue out, searching greedily for whatever he might give her.

 

“Geez I’ve got you guys named all wrong,” Jack said.  “Okay,” he said, spooning a glop of the salmon colored puree into her mouth, “Your new name is Pig, got that?”  Toy-cum-Pig nodded and swallowed, taking the goop into her belly where it would await processing.

 

“Okay and her new name is Face,” he said, pointing to the original Pig inside the stairs.  Jack smiled, finding this highly amusing, “even though I can’t remember what it looks like.”  The new Pig smiled at his joke, eager to get along with him.  She stuck her tongue into the spoon as he helped her to another swallow.

 

She took it all in where it joined what was already in line, flowing down through her intestines where its nutritional value would be extracted and then the waste deposited into the container to mix, awaiting transport to the other side.  Sara swallowed nervously, a sense of foreboding filling her.

 

“And that other one,” Jack said, referring to his wife…  He cringed, still feeling the phantom pain of those searing volts…  “Her new name is Shit, because she’s full of it.”  He nodded at Pig who nodded back at him.  Jack scooped up the dribbles from her chin and spooned them back into her mouth.

 

She ate it all diligently and then showed him the inside of her mouth, opening it wider obediently and lifting her tongue so that he could see.  “Good girl,” he said, taking out his cock and stroking it.  “You’ve earned yourself a reward.”  He continued to stroke, aiming at Pig’s mouth as she licked her lips and panted.

 

“Well maybe you’re more of a Dog,” he said.  “Yes, okay, you’re Dog, Pig is Pig again, Shit is still Shit,” he watched as Dog stopped panting and concentrated on something for a moment.  He watched her eyes, sensing that she was making a bowel movement.  “Okay, very good Doggie, yes, yes, very good Dog,” his voice took on a higher quality, like the sound one uses to talk to a child or a pet.  Dog looked up at him lovingly and panted, happy for his praise.

 

She improved with a ‘Woof, woof’ and was rewarded when Jack came hard, right into her mouth, leaning a hand down to rest on her shoulder, letting his eyes unfocus a bit and absorb the sight of her hard, plastic tits.

 

“Good doggie,” he said, “good girl.”  He smiled, Doggies with tits, what a good idea.  “Okay girl, that’s all for now,” Dog whined and tried to put her hands up into a begging position.  She pulled on the rope, but could not gain traction since Shit, on the other side, was hanging from the same bonds.

 

“Its okay, we’ll have more time together later, we can play ‘catch’,” Jack said, smiling, imagining tossing small bits of food, marshmallows or peanuts, into her mouth and watching her bark and try to catch them.  “And if you’re really good I’ll put make-up on you and make you real pretty.”  Dog barked happily, obviously pleased with that idea.

 

“But you need to go for now, it’s not fair to play favorites.  I have to feed Shit now too.”  Jack swung down on the mats, carefully, wanting to make sure he could see the expression on Shit’s face when she saw her namesake approaching.

 

Sara’s eyes boggled out of her skull as she saw the tube fill up...  “Noooooooo!” She screamed.

 

“Eat it all up,” Jack said, “like a good girl.”  She didn’t have much choice.

 

Jack watched her neck, seeing her adam’s apple rise and fall, rise and fall.  She choked, and sputtered, but she swallowed.  “Very good,” Jack said, looking at her tits as he spoke.  She could do with an upgrade.

 

“Swallow it all,” he said, “that’s good, that’s a good girl.”  He grinned.  “You’re doing very good for Daddy, very good.”  He watched as the last of the sludge disappeared down her gullet.  “Now you two play nice—no fighting!—and I’ll be back later to see how it all worked out.”

 

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Jack mounted the stairs, thinking about how perfect everything was now, now that everything was in its place.

 

 

 

 

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by Alex Streuth

 

Literary notes:  Originally submitted to petgirls.com as ‘ Member AS. ’  This is the complete story; the original story (Chapter 1 only) is published at petgirls.  This is the story presented its entirety (with subsequent chapters and conclusion.)

 

 

  -AS

 

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Lastly, the author disclaims that outside of the realm of fantasy none of these types of behaviors and/or ideas are healthy much less conscionable.  It is my intention to provide a well-written adult story that allows the reader to indulge in their darker appetites.  Feedback is welcomed, and you may write me at Streuthanasia@gmail.com

 

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