

Chapter 2


Jasmine lay between Bill's legs, her mouth wrapped around his hard shaft. Stroking him with her right hand while taking his cock into the deepest regions of her throat, she listened intently to the tortures he had inflicted on his closest friend and former lover.

"Patricia can only cum on command," he told her. "If she does not hear the specific phrase 'cum for me' she cannot reach orgasm. With most people this would have been a difficult task but, with her, it was relatively easy.

"Tell me how," she mouthed around his cock, moaning with anticipation.

"Before her training sessions I would install a small remote device in her pussy. It was held in by thin leather straps that kept it deep inside her body. Small wires with tiny clamps attached to her labia," he said, his voice filled with pleasure at both his wife's efforts and the tale he was telling. "If she came without command I triggered the device, causing her excruciating pain.. Of course, if she asked for and was granted permission to cum she did not suffer."

"That's so fucking hot!" Patricia murmured.

"Suck me," he commanded. "After weeks of training she had no trouble in withholding her orgasms. It wasn't until after we broke up and she had found a new man that she realized she could not cum without being told to do so. She harassed me for that, vowing to overcome it."

"Has she?" she asked.

"The last time we talked about it - three months ago - she said she still needs the order."

"Tell me more," Jasmine demanded.

"Lick my ass, slut," Bill ordered, lifting his legs and sliding a pillow beneath his rear. "Lick it good if you want more. Push that tongue inside me and suck like a good girl."

Obediently, she worked on his rear hole, penetrating as deeply as she could with her tongue. "Tell me more. Please, I want to know more."

"I ruined her pussy. Every day...every night...there was nothing I did not do to her pussy. I fucked it with my hand, bottles and anything I could find. I stretched her beyond anything I had thought possible. I tortured her pussy, spanking it with belts and switches. She loved the pain, even as she hated it. Even her clit. I tortured it. We used razor blades, cutting into her delicate flesh. Eventually, there was little I could do to bring pain to her pussy."

"More," she murmured.

"Eventually, we stopped playing with her pussy. It was useless. There was no sensation. Nothing. Her clit, her pussy...inside and out. Short of risking severe damage she had no sensation. So we concentrated on her ass and tits."

"Oh God!" Jasmine moaned, an orgasm tearing through her body. 

"I want you to ride my cock now," he told her. "Sit your ass on my cock and ride me."

Slowly, Jasmine rose from the bed and straddled him, her gaze meeting his. Reaching back, she took his hard cock in her hands and pushed it to her anal opening and eased her weight down on top of him. She moaned as she stretched around him. Then, after leaning forward, hands on his chest, she began wiggling her hips back and forth.

"More, please?" she asked, her voice small and high.

"I forced her to wear a plug. She resisted, at first. It hurt after short periods. I insisted she get used to it and, after about two weeks, she did. For the next year she was never without it. That's when I began giving her enemas."

"God!" Patricia moaned as she climaxed, begging for more as the orgasm passed. 

"Each day," Bill continued, "I gave her two enemas. One in the morning and one at night. She was only allowed to use the toilet to piss. If she needed to shit, I gave her an enema. I wanted to take away as much control over her body as I could. I had no idea it could be permanent but after a six months of receiving two enemas a day for a full year she asked if we could ease the anal play."

Jasmine ground on his body, another orgasm reaching its crescendo. "Don't stop."

"Her ass had become quite loose and she worried she might have lost control," he said. "But it was worse than that. She couldn't go to the bathroom. No matter how full she was or how she tried, she couldn't go."

"More," Jasmine cried, cumming yet again.

"Finally, after a three day period of her being unable to go, she begged for an enema. After that we resumed the twice daily enemas."

The girl riding his hard cock cried out, falling to the bed. "No more. Please, no more."

"Not yet, slut!" he told her, his voice cruel and lust filled. "Time for my pleasure!"

Rolling the girl to her belly, he lifted her head and shoved his cock into her mouth, making her suck the musky scent from him. Satisfied, he withdrew from her mouth and climbed on top of her. 

"Reach back and spread that ass, bitch!"

They moaned in unison as his cock penetrated her rear sphincter, yet again. A moment passed as he pushed hard, ensuring he was as deep as he could manage. Then, laying his weight upon her, he began thrusting into her.

"You like that, eh slut?" he asked. "You like what I did to her?"

"Yes," she hissed.

"Take this, then," he growled, plunging into her a final time, spewing his life giving juices into his helpless lover. "Take it!"

For long and long they lay still, his large body pressing down upon her contrasting frame, his cock growing soft inside her. Finally, rolling off of her, her commanded she clean his cock of their juices. Sleep, gentle and filled with dreams, soon overcame them.

