Day 7
Mike woke up Jane, who greeted him back. He led her to the bathroom, where he did the enema on her as per their new routine. After that, they went for a shower. Jane had worked up to having the biggest buttplug inside her, which was still less girthy than Mike's cock. Until then, Jane had been allowed to bathe herself, while Mike kept an eye on her. But on that day, he didn't uncuff her and stepped into the shower with her. Jane could feel that he was in a bit of an excited mood.
Mike groped and mauled her tits as he bathed her, roughly washing her body. His erection rubbed against her ass. He rubbed her sensitive nipples and clit, pulling on her piercing, to elicit moans of confusion as Jane struggled between humiliation and arousal. Mike almost brought her to climax, but stopped at the last moment, making her groan in frustration.
After the bath, Mike uncuffed her and let her brush her teeth.
When preparing her for cooking, Mike did the usual elbows chained to the waist, the wrist shackles and the apron. The buttplug was smoothly inserted into Jane's ass, but on that day, Mike attached a string to the clit ring and tied it taut to the plug. He then turned on the buttplug, the string vibrating her clit ring simultaneously. Jane gasped and gave a surprised look to Mike as he turned up the intensity. Her arousal increased with each step of the vibration, but then it was turned down to the lowest setting. Jane again groaned and kicked, in frustration. Mike grabbed her head and forced his tongue in her mouth and kissed her sloppily; after some hesitation, Jane reciprocated the kiss.
Mike kept an eye on Jane as she cooked, making sure she didn't touch herself and cum. The low intensity of vibration was just enough to keep her on edge and not make her cum. Jane whined whenever she was close to orgasm, but couldn't bring herself to one. She looked at Mike with pleading eyes, as if begging for permission to cum. She hated herself, but she needed release-- a release which Mike didn't allow.
Mike continued to keep Jane on edge for most of the day.
After lunch, Mike led Jane to the bed. She let out a sigh of relief, thinking that he would finally fuck her and make her cum. She desperately wanted him to fuck her. Jane even shamelessly begged him for it, but again, he didn't, and simply dismissed her, saying he had some plans for her for that night. He chained her collar to the headboard, and this time, tied her legs to the bed, too, so she couldn't rub her legs together. The exhaustion of being edged non-stop, soon made her fall asleep, unsatisfied.
Later in the evening...
Mike woke up Jane and led her to the bathroom to give her another set of enemas. He pulled out the buttplug, but kept it attached to the clit ring. As Mike gave Jane two rounds of enemas, the vibrating weight dangled wildly from the piercing, pulling her on her clit. Jane thought she could finally sneak in an orgasm, but Mike thwarted her plan again when he detached the buttplug from the piercing and led her to the shower.
Mike, again, groped and played with Jane's body, keeping her on edge.
After the somewhat-refreshing shower, he led her to the master bedroom where Jane saw her wedding dress and some bondage items laid out on the bed. Mike had woken her up so abruptly, and led her to the bathroom so hastily that she hadn't noticed them at that time. He untied her hands and removed the collar and shoved Jane forward.
Jane picked up the dress with some hesitation. Peeking over her shoulder, she saw Mike grinning ear to ear. She noticed a couple of changes about the set-- the corset was cut so her breasts would be exposed; the ring finger of one of the gloves was also cut; there was no petticoat or gown, and no panties, either.
Jane glanced at Mike again, who gestured to her to hurry.
She slowly put on the items one by one. Mike whistled when she put on the stockings.
After Jane finished, and was standing looking at herself in the mirror, reminiscing about her marriage and then how she had betrayed Robert's trust; the crudely cut corset digging into her underboobs. Then her rapist joined her in the reflection, standing behind her back, his erection grinding against her exposed ass. With tears in her eyes, Jane saw how that monster was groping and feeling this slut of a bride; teasing her, rubbing her cheating cunt-- forcing her to be aroused by someone else.
Then, Mike pulled Jane's hands behind her back and tied them. Jane looked with pleading eyes, as he nudged a ring-gag tightly in her mouth. Mike then removed her necklace, and replaced it with the collar. He took the necklace and hooked it on her nipple piercings. The weight of the jewelry pulled on her nipples. Jane watched in horror, as the gift from her husband was now being used to torment her.
Jane then felt something rubbing against her butthole, when the tip made its entrance, she braced herself to accept the entire buttplug. But it didn't happen. It was just the tip. Jane looked at Mike, who had a smirk on his face, he then pushed the plug very slowly, millimeter by millimeter, taking his sweet time agonizing his captive bride. Mike pushed in slowly until he reached the widest part, and kept her asshole stretched.
Jane began panting, drooling uncontrollably. She begged for it to be over it with garbled words. Mike slapped the buttplug, shooting it into her ass. Jane was used to that particular plug, but still she wailed and squirmed in pain. The necklace swung wildly as she struggled to get her hands free.
Mike turned Jane around and kissed her, but it was more like invading her gaping mouth with his tongue. After having a taste of her mouth, he collected some of his saliva and spat straight into her mouth, followed by inserting two fingers to play with her tongue even more.
Afterwards, Mike had his fun humiliating Jane, when he inserted an egg vibe into her cunt and turned it, and the buttplug, to the lowest setting. Her breathing got heavier again as the two toys buzzed inside her.
Then Mike put a blindfold on Jane. She asked something in her gagged speech, but got no reply. Soon, she felt a hand on her skin; moments later, another hand joined the former and began to feel Jane's body, groping her, spanking her, pulling her hair, rubbing her cunt. Each sensation heightened due to her lack of vision.
Jane felt her nipple piercings being pulled up; she tried to stand on her toes to lessen the pull. On tiptoes, she is led somewhere, until Jane hit what felt like the edge of the bed and stopped. She felt the rustling of ropes around her knees, her legs were spread apart a little and were tied to bed; she leaned against the edge of the bed to keep her balance.
The pair of hands again groped Jane's tits and ass. Because of the ring gag, she had been drooling continuously. She felt the fingers wiping away some of her drool and then fingering her with it, inserting the fingers in her cunt and rubbing her clit a little. Soon, the fingering stopped and Jane felt the fingers inside her mouth, playing with her tongue again. She moaned and strained against the bonds.
Those fingers left her mouth as well, and Jane could hear footsteps walking away from her.
***
Jane was alone for five minutes, but for her, it felt like an hour.
She heard some heavy footsteps approaching her. She was groped again. Jane felt a pair of hands running all over her body; mauling her tits, rubbing her clit, spanking her ass, pulling her hair and toying with her tongue. Jane could swear she felt a third hand amongst the violation. But with her mouth gagged, she could not ask anything.
Jane felt a hand holding the back of her head and bent her over the bed. Then she yelped when a flogger hit her exposed ass. She tried to get up, but the hand kept her down. Then another strike hit her ass. The leather straps felt heavy on her bare skin. Jane was demanding to know what was happening, but only managed to make gagged noises.
Then her ass was struck hard, multiple times, in quick succession. Jane screamed into the mattress and struggled against the ropes, her drool soaking into the bed. The leather straps felt like they were cutting into her flesh. Her ass was burning from the pain.
Jane felt a hand dig into the back of her head, then she winced as she was pulled up again. She was bent back a little, the hand in her hair being her only support. She was panting, following the ass flogging. Then she felt another hand began rubbing her clit, playing with it, pinching it. Jane gasped and cowered when her clit was slapped multiple times. And the egg vibe inside her cunt pushed her closer to an orgasm.
Then she felt some pulling on the ring. When she felt like her clit would be ripped apart from the pulling, she tried her best to protest and beg. The violation on her clit was too much for Jane to handle; just when she was about to cum, the tug on her piercing was released, and she was left on edge once again. She groaned loudly, not from the pain, but from the frustration of not being granted the release she was dying for. She turned towards the one holding her head, clearly making a bunch of angry noises.
Jane felt the hand running up her corset. Then she felt her nipples being played with. One, then the other, they were pinched, flicked and mauled between the fingers, pulling on the necklace. Some tears were beginning to escape the blindfold as Jane begged through the gag. She felt a relief when the abuse on her nipples stopped, but it was short lived, as she felt a slap right on her pierced nipples. Jane wailed and tried to turn away, but the firm grim on her head kept her tits exposed for abuse.
The abuser slapped Jane's boobs to their heart's content; taking breaks, from time to time, to massage her tits and feel them warming up from the maltreatment.
Jane was a sobbing mess at this point. Her body was shaking from the pain and humiliation.
Jane got spooked a little when she felt the hand touch her cunt again and slowly made its way inside. As the fingers felt her insides once again, Jane's breathing quickened up when she realized all this abuse and humiliation actually made her wet. Her body heated from the shame. She wanted to hide under the bed but the abuser gave her no solace.
Jane was carefully made to stand straight again, then the hand let go of her head. Next, she felt the ropes tied to her legs being loosened up. Jane could stand properly. She felt more movement around her, like someone was getting on the bed. Jane felt a tug on her nipple rings, nudging her to come up to the bed. Being blindfolded, it was a little difficult for her to get on the bed, so a hand pinched her nipples and pulled her to the bed. The hand moved to her waist as she was guided to straddle him lying on the bed. Jane could feel his cock rubbing against her crotch. Her nipples were pulled again to make her straighten up on her knees and she felt the cock lining up at her cunt.
The pinch on her nipples were released and Jane felt the hands holding on to her waist. She instinctively turned her head towards her back because she felt like the hands holding her waist belonged to another, who was behind her, and not to the one she was straddling. But before Jane could give the confusing feeling any more thought, she was pushed down on the erect cock. She yelped as the cock impaled her and her focus shifted back the one fucking her. The egg vibe inserted in her cunt almost breached into her womb when the cock forced its way in.
The cock felt a little different than Mike's, but she thought it was because of being blindfolded and the vibe. The sex toy buzzing at her cervix was a new feeling for her, and her lack of vision made her focus on that sensation. Jane's body acted on its own and began riding the cock, whom she assumed was her master, Mike. The necklace attached to the nipple rings swung wildly as she fucked her master with enthusiasm. Jane felt the hands leaving her waist for a second, then one hand was placed back on her waist and another moving towards her crotch, a finger was hooked in the clit ring and her arousal shot through the roof. Her riding became even more energetic trying to move in tandem with the tugs on her clit.
Jane began enjoying the cock she was riding. Then, out of nowhere, her ass was spanked. With that, she was certain there was someone else behind her. Jane turned her head towards the back, trying to feel the other's presence, but then she felt two hands grabbing her head and turning her head to front, a little to the right. Jane tried talking through the gag when she felt something being shoved inside her mouth, it was another cock. She squirmed and screamed into the cock. The hands holding her head yanked her head away from the cock and SLAPPED her cheek hard before shoving the cock back into her mouth and face-fucking her. The one whose cock Jane was riding also adjusted his legs a little and began fucking her from below.
Jane kept crying and sobbing, as the two unknown abusers used her hard. Throughout the ordeal, she kept begging through the gag, but no one answered her.
Just when Jane thought it couldn't get any worse, a third set of hands groped her pierced tits from behind, pinching and pulling on her abused nipples. With three sets of hands keeping her in place, Jade had already accepted her defeat. She felt one hand leaving her tits then she screamed on the cock face-fucking her as the buttplug was yanked out of her ass.
Jane begged for her life, but there was no respite. Before she could even process what was going on, a pain shot up her entire body when a cock was shoved straight into her ass. And what followed the pain was the hardest orgasm Jane had ever experienced. As the orgasm wracked through her body; Jane didn't make a single sound, she even forgot to breathe as her entire body convulsed, having cocks in each of her three fuck holes.
When she finally regained her ability to make noise, she screamed her lungs out as the rods violating her never stopped thrusting into her. The offending digits never stopped abusing the rest of her body; slapping her, pinching her nipples and clit and pulling recklessly on her piercings. The more effort Jane put into suppressing her orgasm, thrice the effort was put into making sure it never ended.
And it didn't.
Jane felt like she was losing her mind. She couldn't see, couldn't speak, and all she heard was the sound of flesh slapping as the she was being raped. Jane struggled to get out of their grip, but her futile attempt only prompted them to mistreat her even harsher.
The cock fucking her cunt began swelling and twitching as he was about to cum, so he held on to Jane's waist and increased his pace. The first time she heard any of them make any noise was when he grunted loudly and climaxed inside her. His raspy voice sounded familiar, but Jane was too occupied, both mentally and physically, to think of who he could be. When the cum started flooding her cunt, her body responded by making her pussy clench and milk the cock for every last drop. If not for the egg vibe, most of the cum would've ended up in Jane's womb. But because of it, most of the cum then ended up leaking from her cunt, as the cock slowly started losing its erection. Even when semi-erect, he didn't pull out and held Jane onto his cock and kept moving his hips to churn the cum inside her.
While he had stopped raping Jane, the other two were still going at her. The one face-fucking her had no regards for her. With his fingers dug deeply into her hair, he shoved his cock deeper into her throat until Jane's nose nestled among his pubic hair, straining her breath even more. He removed her ring gag, but never gave her even a second to beg for mercy. And every time Jane's teeth were to ever so graze his cock, even a little, he would slap her hard and have her deepthroat him again, choking her with his cock. Jane was crying a mess at this point, her tears escaping the blindfold and running down her cheeks. The face-fucker would occasionally pull out his cock and smear it all over her face. He would run his glistening cock all over Jane's nose, and make her snort the vile mix of pre-cum and her spit off of it.
When he finally came, he purposefully didn't cum down her throat, but instead, filled Jane's mouth instead. He must've been saving up for a while because he came so much that she couldn't swallow everything and began choking on it, spewing some of it around his cock. He responded by gripping her jaw and lips to make a seal around his cock. Jane tried to shake him off, but with two other people still holding her, she couldn't put much effort into it. She coughed and choked, some of the cum even shot out of her nose, making her already difficult breathing even more laborious.
Jane swallowed as much as she could. She didn't find even a second to catch her breath when the cock was pulled out of her mouth and a used pair of underwear was shoved into her mouth, deep enough that she couldn't spit it out.
The last one fucking her ass ramped up his intensity. His cock rammed into Jane's ass without abandon. He groped and slapped her tits right on the piercings. She screamed into the gag, her bound hands frantically searched for the assailant to plead for mercy. His thighs slapped against her ass that had been abused every day for the last week. Jane felt like he was impaling her stomach from behind. The one she was riding was then rubbing and pulling on her clit ring. The one who was fucking her face was choking and slapping her. Jane's cheeks were bright pink from all the slapping and she felt like her whole face was burning up. All this merciless abuse was driving her insane. And in the midst of the insanity, Jane could feel another dreaded orgasm building up.
The ass fucker's pounding became frenzied. His grunts became feral. His grip on Jane's tits tightened as he braced onto them. Her own body reacted by clenching her sphincter around the intruder. With a final deep thrust, he released inside her. The feeling of his warm cum flooding her bowels made Jane climax at the same time. Her butthole gripped his cock and held on to it as both of their bodies became synced.
For a brief moment, Jane was in bliss. Her mind was happy. Her body satiated. All the pain and humiliation turned into comfort and pleasure. For that brief moment, she thought all the abuse was worth it.
But Jane came crashing back to reality when a hard slap hit her face.
She felt the cock pulling out of her ass. And even when she reflexively shut her asshole, some cum leaked down her crack and onto the one fucking her cunt. A strong hand grabbed her by the neck and hair, then pushed her back along the legs of the one she was straddling. The used underwear was removed from her mouth, but before Jane could speak, she was forcefully bent over until her face met his crotch. She felt all the leaked-cum-matted pubes on her cheeks. She shut her mouth tight as her face was rubbed against the crotch and cock.
With a hand still holding her head in a firm grip, Jane shrieked when two hands spanked her hard multiple times until she began licking the cum-soaked nether region. The hand maneuvered her head roughly to make her lick his pubes, cock, and balls. She was held in position as the two hairy balls were shoved into her mouth. Jane was crying profusely as the unknown cock rubbed against her face.
Soon, she was pulled away from his cock. Jane felt him getting off the bed as she subconsciously licked her lips. Then she was laid face first onto the bed. She could smell the musk of the one who fucked her cunt, the bedsheet soaked with his sweat. Jane felt the cuffs being unlocked. The moment her hands were free, she sprung around and took off her blindfold
Jane stared at her three rapists-- Mike, his dad, and his older brother; all of them with sinister grins on their faces
Day 7, night
Jane scurried to the far end of the bed, as far away as she could from her three rapists. Mike's dad, John, patted him on the shoulder, and then he and Mike's older brother, Charles, left and went to the living room.
Jane was still staring at them with fear as they left the room, then her eyes snapped back to Mike. She weakly nodded not to do this anymore, but Mike just smirked and reached out and grabbed Jane by the ankle and pulled her closer before grabbing her by the hair. She squealed under his grip and grabbed his hand as he dragged her by the hair to the living room. Her abused holes were leaking cum along the way and the dreaded egg vibe was still buzzing away inside her.
When they reached the living room, Jane saw John was having a glass of water at the dining table, and Charles was looking for something inside the fridge. Mike sat on the couch and forced Jane on all fours between his legs and pulled her face closer to his cum-covered cock. He pulled her mouth closer to his cock that had just been inside her ass, and Jane kept her eyes and mouth shut, refusing to open it as he rubbed it all over her face. Despite cleaning her ass with the enema, she could smell the stench of her ass and cum mixed together. Mike just chuckled a little and then slapped her hard enough for it to echo in the living room. She looked at him with tears in her eyes, and reluctantly opened her mouth. Mike then immediately shoved her mouth on his cock and began bobbing it up and down.
Jane closed her eyes, again trying to not to think about sucking on the cock that had just been in her butt, when all of a sudden, she yelped on the cock when someone spanked her ass then ran his hand all over her back. She looked at her side and saw John with a huge smile on his face, taking a seat next to Mike.
"Ah!!! Never would've thought such a whore would be living under our roof!!" he exclaimed, as he got comfortable on the couch, rubbing his belly.
Jane looked at him, as she continued to be made to suck on Mike's cock, its graying pubes and hairy balls were still matted with all the cum that had leaked from her cunt, and she could see traces of it dripping down towards his ass.
"Yeah! I couldn't believe it when I caught her cheating!" Mike replied to his dad.
"You are a cheating bitch, aren't you?" Mike asked Jane, in a mocking voice. She groaned, as he forced her head up and down to make her nod with his cock still in her mouth.
John adjusted his sitting on the couch, moving his ass to the edge of the seat as he reclined and placed his leg on the armrest presenting his ass and cock, then whistling, "Come here, bitch! And finish your unfinished business!"
Mike let go of Jane's hair. Her pleading eyes briefly met him before she pulled her mouth away from his cock. And then, while still on all fours, moved to John and began obediently licking and sucking on his cock.
"Clean it properly, slut!" John ordered her, as he relaxed, getting serviced by his tenant.
Jane began licking his cock with her tongue, she licked the entire length then she sucked on his pubic hair. Her eyes twitched as the foul taste of his pubes made her yuck. But like a good bitch, she continued to serve him. Moving down to his balls, Jane sucked on them and took them in her mouth and pulled on them lightly, all the while stroking his cock with her left hand. The missing finger from the glove made her wedding ring shine in the light as it moved on his cock.
As she continued, John put his meaty hand on her head and nudged her to go down even lower. Feeling the weight on her head, she obeyed and slowly licked her way to his ass. As she licked his asshole, he put pressure on her head again, signaling her to go deeper on him. Jane steeled herself, with his balls rubbing on her nose, took a deep breath tainted with his musk and pushed her tongue into his ass.
John let out a series of ooohs and aaahs, as Jane licked his ass inside and out. She could tell he did not wash himself before he had raped her. And she could even feel some chunks on her tongue, but again, she tried to ignore it and the taste as she continued to make her rapist feel good. With his cock blocking most of her vision, she looked at the old fart, tilting his head back and enjoying her service.
Jane jumped in surprise when her ass was spanked once again. She flicked her head back to catch a glimpse of her final rapist, Charles, kneeling behind her before John pushed her back to lick his ass. Charles was still eating the leftover lunch from the fridge.
"Did she cook it?" Charles asked Mike, who simply nodded in response. "Even though it's cold, it still tastes good! We should keep her as our fuck maid or something, haha!"
Jane heard all of that, but chose not to react and continue doing her humiliating job.
He used the fork to pull on the strings on her corset until it came loose and dropped off her body. Jane felt his warm hands running all over her back and belly. His calloused hand slowly made its way to her tits. His fingers teased her pierced nipples, then tracing the dangling necklace and giving it a pull, stretched her nipples, making Jane grunt in pain. Then she felt him briefly caressing her womb before he placed the plate on her back and spanked her ass once again.
A shiver ran down her spine when the cold plate was placed on her bare skin, and Jane shuddered due to the spank, but managed to keep the plate on her back. She didn't want to know the consequences of dropping the plate and continued to rim the old fart's asshole.
With both hands free, Charles spanked Jane's ass again and then groped her hard. He reached down and yanked the egg vibe out of her cunt, spilling more cum out as he did so. It was still on. He turned it to the highest setting which made it buzz audibly in the air. Then he put it on her still gaping asshole. The strong vibe made Jane moan and she reflexively clenched her asshole shut. Charles chuckled and smacked her ass playfully before resuming to tease her anal opening with the vibe. Her body resisted, as he slowly pushed the device into her ass until it was stuck at the widest part. Jane groaned in frustration as her butt tried to reject the intrusion, but was unable to do so.
Charles kneeled closer to Jane and began rubbing and slapping her cunt with his cock, lubing it with the leaking cum. She whimpered each time his cock hit her clit ring, sending pulses through her body. After soaking his cock with cum, he grabbed her waist and lined his cock with the half protruding egg vibe. Then with a quick and hard pull, he thrust his cock straight into her asshole. Jane screamed in pain and John took the opportunity to grab her head and shove his cock into her mouth. She kept grunting on his cock as Charles kept fucking her hard and slow, feeling her sphincter tightly gripping on his cock. Jane had immediately forgotten about the plate on her back which surprisingly stayed adhered to her skin due to the sweat.
The father-son duo spit-roasted the poor wife. The son sodomized her like a bitch and the father used her head like a Fleshlight. The strong vibe in her ass and the hard cock pistoning in and out of her made her groan, and the cock in her mouth muffled her voice. The duo were not just content shoving their cocks down her holes, but also using their rough hands to molest, slap and spank her as they felt like. Each abuse made her scream in pain. Tears flowed down Jane's cheeks as she kept crying.
As Charles' thrusts got harder, the piercings amplified her arousal. The dangling necklace in particular was doing most of the heavy lifting, as it swung wildly with each thrust, pulling on her already abused nipples and rushing Jane towards an orgasm. John, too, was reaching his climax, and began to manhandle her head more roughly, and pushed his cock deeper down her throat. Jane began to feel dizzy as the old man used her mouth like a toy and didn't let her breathe properly; her breathing got more hectic, tainted by the strong must of sweat and cum.
When John was about to cum, he grabbed Jane's head with both hands and pushed it on his cock balls deep, not giving her enough time to adjust. Her nose pressed into his hairy crotch, almost completely blocking it off. Then with loud animalistic grunts, he exploded deeply in her mouth. As the cum flooded her throat, Jane gagged and choked, but he didn't let her off his cock, making her cough some of it out around the cock and through her nose. He hooked the leg that was on the armrest on her neck and locked her head on his cock. Jane, somehow, managed to hold her breath. But as Charles also began pounding her ass hard, her lungs began giving up on her. First, it was a twitch or two, but soon, her entire body began to agitate.
Jane looked at John, who was not paying any attention to her at all, and was still lost in his orgasm. As her lungs began to burn even more, she desperately tapped his fat thighs, but he still didn't not look at her. And as if the pain of suffocation wasn't enough, Charles reached down and began abusing her piercings. He didn't know that Jane just gotten pierced a couple of days ago, and he didn't care.
He didn't care that he made her bleed; he only cared about how her body responded to the pain he was causing. He hooked his finger in her clit ring and kept alternating between cruelly pulling on it and rubbing her clit with no mercy. His other hand groped per pierced tits, sometimes pulling on the necklace as he, too, was inching towards an orgasm. Jane wanted to scream, maybe even through her nose, but she wanted to scream her lungs out. But with the lack of air and heavy leg locking her in place with a fat cock in her mouth, she couldn't.
Then her body gave in to the abuse, and a brutal orgasm crashed through her. Jane began slipping in and out of consciousness as the throes of orgasm wracked her. Her feeble mind again made the inappropriate connection between all the pain and suffering and the ecstasy of the climax. The spasms made her drop the plate on the floor, spilling the food.
Jane's orgasm made her asshole clench around Charles' cock even tighter, begging for his cum which he so disgracefully obliged and flooded her bowels with his cum. As the son finished cumming inside the whore wife, the father also finally let up his leg from her neck and pulled her head by her hair. As soon as the cock left her mouth, Jane began coughing out some of the cum, her lungs desperately trying to suck in some air. She was in a delirious state, her eyes lost, her mind blank.
Jane was at her physical limit, but her landlords were not done with her just yet. John slapped her hard enough to bring her back, for the moment, before pushing her away to the floor. With barely any strength left in her, she didn't even try to get up. Charles, too, had pulled out at some point, and she just lay there on the floor, with cum drooling out of her mouth and gaping asshole, blood dewed on her piercings. Both the father and son finished dripping the last of their cum on the food scattered on the floor.
While Jane was getting spit-roasted by John and Charles, Mike quickly went away to grab something.
As Jane lay there on the floor, panting, she left something being tied around her neck. The person propped up her ass and slapped her cunt with his cock. She tried to look at her assailant, just when she had a glimpse of Mike, Jane was met with a foot on her temple, pinning her to the floor. She weakly mouthed, "Please no more," but Mike went ahead and began fuck her cunt.
Jane didn't know how long Mike fucked her, but she felt the welcoming pleasure when another orgasm hit her as something warm filled her cunt to the brim. He pulled out and finished the rest of his cum on the spilled food.
Then she left the tug on her leash, pulling her up on her knees. As her eyes met Mike's glistening cock, she finally lost it and began bawling her eyes out, begging for mercy. He slapped her to make her quiet, then slapped her again just for the sake of it. Jane sobbed as her Master continued.
Mike held out the Plan B pills and shook the box, to get Jane's attention.
"It's been a while since you've taken the pills, hasn't it?" he asked her, with a cold voice.
She just blankly stared at the box, until Mike slapped her again demanding an answer. To which she weakly nodded, "Yes."
"Here are your options, bitch; we will let you go, but you have to carry the child or..."
Mike took out a pill and Jane's eyes followed the pill as he dropped it in the food that had been soaking the men's cum, and he mixed it up with his foot. He kept his foot in the mixture and continued.
"... Or you can take the pill, and accept being our FUCK SLAVE."
Jane just stared, wide-eyed, at Mike. Her mind was in turmoil. She didn't actually know whether she was actually fertile or not. She couldn't remember if these were her safe days or not, she didn't think that she could just abort the baby and have one with Robert. But the constant abuse that she was forced to endure this long didn't enable her to think straight. So her body betrayed her and made the decision for her. And before Jane could realize it, she bowed down and began licking Mike's foot and eating off of the floor, searching for the pill.
The men burst out laughing, as Jane continued her desperate and humiliating search for the pill. She was so focused that she didn't hear all the horrible names and the degradation the men were spewing at her, or that they were recording everything on their phones.
Soon, Jane finished all the food that was on the ground, she had swallowed the pill without even realizing it. Then the realization hit her that she just accepted being their slave. She wanted to feel guilty, she wanted to feel disgusted, she wanted to hate them, but instead, she felt her cunt throbbing, she felt her abused nipples getting erect.
Jane then knew, whether she liked it or not, she had been broken by them. She slowly looked at Mike, who patted her head, like she was his pet before slapping her once again, hard enough that she fell to the floor. Then he spat on her face and proceeded to tie the leash to the leg of the couch. He removed her gloves and used them to tie her hands behind her back.
John and Charles, too, spat on Jane as they went to grab their respective underwear that they had discarded. Mike returned and crouched in front of her, using his underwear to wipe some of the cum off her body and from her battered holes.
"A bitch should learn her Masters' scents." With that, he started shoving his underwear in her mouth. Charles followed Mike's lead and began shoving his into her mouth, as well. After his two sons had gagged Jane with their underwear, John pushed some into her mouth then twisted his underwear's leg holes on her head to keep them in place.
Jane didn't protest, but just stared at them with a mix of fear and submission, breathing in the foul smell of cum and sweat.
Then they took a couple more pictures of her then left Jane alone.
It was a long and lonely night for Jane, and the strong vibe made her cum once more before its battery finally died. No one was there to hear her muffled screams as the orgasm tormented her.
After that, the tiredness finally caught up to her, and Jane fell asleep on the floor in her torn-up wedding dress, tied up like a bitch, cum still oozing from her holes
Day 8, evening
Jane was shaken awake; when her vision got somewhat clear, she saw Mike rocking her bound body with his leg to wake her up.
"Wake the fuck up! You don't have permission to die yet, bitch!"
Jane just kept staring at him, panting; for a brief moment, she wanted to die-- she wanted this ordeal to be over with. Jane barely had any strength left, her gurgling stomach made it clear how hungry she was and her mouth was dry; she tried to move, only to be reminded that she was still bound and gagged-- still a fuck-toy for her landlords.
"Come on! Lets get your dirty ass cleaned up!"
He wrinkled his nose at the smell of urine. At some point in her sleep, Jane had pissed herself. Mike reached down and untied her legs, careful not to touch any cum or piss stains, then he unfastened the belt from the leg of the couch. He pulled the leash up, choking Jane, as he made her kneel.
She struggled a bit, as she didn't have any strength and was purely propped up by the leash choking her. Still gagged, with two pairs of underwear in her mouth and a third one partially covering her nose, had made her breathing difficult enough already. Mike eased off the leash a little bit and tugged on it and Jane obediently followed him crawling on her knees. Fortunately, the floor tiles were smooth enough that she only had to endure the pain on her knees and not her skin being abraded against the floor.
After what felt like a mile-long hike to Jane, they finally reached the bathroom. Mike pulled up on the leash to make Jane stand and then walked her to the toilet. She did her business and was given an extra round of the enema just to be sure, all while still being gagged with the dirty underwear.
Mike then finally untied her hands and Jane didn't waste a second to remove that cursed gag from her mouth, and finally breathe in some fresh air. She thoroughly brushed her teeth and washed her mouth, followed by a nice and warm shower; well, at least as nice as it could be with Mike recording her on his phone. Trying to ignore him, Jane washed herself thoroughly from all the cum and dust from the night before. Her hand was massaging her neck, cleaning around the locked collar. She carefully cleaned the dried blood from her piercings, wincing as the soap made contact.
After the shower, Jane dried herself, and Mike promptly clipped the leash to her collar and tugged it downwards, to make her go down on all fours, then he walked her back to the dining room.
Expected to be led to the kitchen to make breakfast, Jane was a little surprised to see that John and Charles had some take-out, and were setting the table. That was when she realized it was already late evening, and she had been asleep for almost the entire day. Her gurgling stomach was begging for some sustenance.
Jane stood still for a moment, her eyes darting between the other two men, when Mike spanked her ass and ordered her to get under the table, to which she immediately obeyed. She stayed around under the center of the table, as the men took their seats.
"The better you serve us, the better dinner you will get! Now get to it!" Mike said it in a very dismissive voice, like he didn't consider Jane a person at that point.
But Jane, motivated by her hunger, quickly got to work and began unzipping the men's pants and took out their cocks. Mike was already semi-erect, and it didn't take long for Charles to get hard, either, closely followed by John. And she began to suck on them and keep them all erect, as they had dinner.
After a minute or two, when Jane switched back to Mike; he put his hand on her head, but did not look at her under the table. "Let's make a deal. If you make us cum before we finish eating, then we will not spoil your dinner with cum, and if you don't make any of us cum in time, we will cum in your food. Good luck!" and he patted her head like a bitch.
Upon hearing that, Jane panicked. Until then, she had only been keeping the men hard, and was not trying to get them off; she didn't know how much food was left on their plates, so she didn't know how much time she had left. She quickened her pace and efforts, and even used her hands to keep them going and fondled their balls. But she was also thankful for being under the table, as they couldn't make eye contact with her. Jane didn't want them to look at her while she was eagerly sucking on their cocks and balls, switching between them in quick succession.
"Woah! You must be quite hungry!" exclaimed Charles, a little surprised by her enthusiasm in contrast to the previous night's reluctance.
"Hungry for cock, that is!!" retorted their dad, John, and all of them burst into laughter, drowning out Jane's empty stomach as she continued to work on their cocks.
She tried to ignore their humiliating comments, and kept working on their cocks as she raced against them finishing their dinners. The sound of spoons tapping and scraping the plates became more prominent with each passing second, suggesting eating would soon be finished.
John was the first one to cum.
At first, Jane thought that Mike never mentioned swallowing the cum so she was gonna let him cum in her hand, but all of them were still wearing their pants and she didn't want to face any punishment for ruining their clothes. So, she reluctantly took most of his cock and swallowed every drop of it. She was so hungry, even if it was hot, stinking cum, her body happily gobbled it all up.
Shortly after John, Mike came, too, and Jane swallowed his load, as well.
Finally, it was only Charles remaining, and she focused all her effort in making him cum, knowing his plate could be finished at any moment, but what she didn't know was that before coming to Jane's house with takeout, Charles had been with his girlfriend, whom he gave a nice creampie to and also a load to swallow. So, he was lasting longer than usual; long enough to easily finish his dinner before Jane could get him off.
Jane heard the clanking of the spoon and realized her time was up and she had failed. Charles began shifting in preparation to leave the chair, but despite that, she continued to blow his cock, in a last-ditch attempt to make him cum. He pushed her away from himself and quickly got up from the chair.
"No! Please! Wait!" Jane desperately followed after him on all fours, almost pouncing from under the table, to stop him from ruining her dinner. But a hard pull on her leash by Mike halted her attempt.
"A deal is a deal!"
Jane's eyes kept switching between Charles and Mike as she pulled on the leash. She was looking at Mike with pleading eyes, silently begging him to not ruin her dinner.
Meanwhile, Charles was then a few feet away from the table and had poured the contents of the take-out carton on a plate, and was already jerking his cock, which was lubed with Jane's spit, above it. And seeing Jane leashed and held down like a bitch was the last push he needed to cum.
Jane helplessly watched as he came all over her dinner and then put it on the floor. He had a smirk on his face, as he then approached her and patted her head with his-cum-and-her-spit-covered hand.
Mike finally let go of the leash and spanked Jane to get her to crawl to the plate.
Jane stared at the white cum glazing her plate for a second before she reluctantly lowered her mouth and began eating. The men laughed and ridiculed her, as she continued to eat, holding back a tear.
After she finished eating, the men led her to her marital bed, where she was gang-raped before they went to sleep.
Jane was forcefully brought to orgasm multiple times against her will. And was shamed and mocked each time she climaxed from all of the abuse. She hated every second of it, but no matter how much she denied it, she was craving for the abuse to continue because she knew it would always bring her to another blissful orgasm.
Since Charles had come so many times in the last twenty-four hours, he was using that to his advantage and was still pounding and abusing Jane while Mike and their dad John had gone to sleep. Charles shared the bed with Jane that night, with his cock still shoved in her ass.
Day 9
Both Charles and Jane were sound asleep when Mike came to wake up Charles. He said something, but Charles was too groggy to understand the details and dismissively waved his younger brother away. Jane was too tired and didn't even wake up at that time. Charles, too, soon fell back asleep.
About half an hour later, Charles woke up when he saw the time on his phone. He called for Mike, but heard no answer. He checked his phone again and saw that Mike had left a message about going out to get something, and told Charles to give Jane an enema and to wash her.
Charles looked at Jane, who was still sound asleep, her hands tied behind her back. His morning wood throbbed as a devious idea popped in his head. He unhooked the leash from her collar and hooked it in her clit piercing.
"WAKE THE FUCK UP, WHORE!"
Jane jolted awake when Charles screamed at her, but before she could make sense of her surroundings, he began aggressively yanking at her clit ring. Jane whimpered and stumbled as the merciless tugging on her clit forced her on her feet. She was still tired and sore from the previous night's gang-rape and walked with an awkward gait, trying her best to keep up with Charles as he led her to the bathroom.
When they made it to the bathroom, Charles grabbed Jane by her hair and bent her over the toilet, pushing her head into the bowl, but stopping an inch or two from dunking her head in it. But some of her hair did fall into the toilet water. Jane kept her mouth shut. The smell was already filling her nose, and she didn't want to accidentally get any of that water into her mouth. Charles propped up his phone to record.
Jane thought she would receive the usual enema, so she was surprised when Charles slowly shoved his erect cock in her ass and began fucking her. But she did not object or complain, for fear of him dunking her head into the foul water.
Charles pounded Jane while holding her head at the bowl with one hand, and pulling on her clit with the leash in his other. Despite the humiliating and disgusting scene, Jane began feeling an orgasm rising inside her. Just when she was nearing her climax, Charles reached his and came inside her ass. Jane groaned quietly when her climax was denied, as he began to slow down his pace to a halt. He switched his hand from her back to her dangling tit, and began to squeeze them one after the other.
Jane waited for Charles to pull out of her, but he kept his cock shoved in her ass. Instead, she felt another sensation in her ass, of being filled with liquid. That's when she realized he was pissing in her ass.
"WHAAAT! NO!"
"Shut it, whore! I am giving you your enema!"
Jane tried to get up to protest, but was quickly pushed back into the toilet, deep enough that now her nose was touching the water. She kept flailing with her legs in an attempt to stop Charles, but her feeble attempts had no effect on him, as he kept relieving himself inside her.
Charles grabbed Jane by her hair, and she yelped as he manhandled her and sat her at the toilet. Quickly switching his cock from her ass into her mouth, she barely got a glimpse of all the filth staining his cock before he shoved it in her mouth. Her gaping ass, and her struggles against him, made her flush out the contents of her bowels as she gagged and choked on his cock. Charles had held his pee during the switcheroo and then resumed peeing inside her mouth.
Jane initially did not swallow the piss and some of it leaked out around his cock. Charles slapped her a couple of times, and then held her jaw closed, forcing her to swallow his piss. All the while, he was constantly tugging at her clit ring, building her orgasm.
Jane didn't want to cum, not in this situation. She tried to suppress it, but her efforts were no match for the merciless stimulation, and it only made her orgasm more intense. Charles, too, was holding her head firm against his crotch and was trying to control the stream of his piss, pausing time to time, to prolong the urination.
Then, the inevitable happened, and Jane shuddered as an orgasm coursed through her body. Taking his cue, Charles also let go of his bladder and streamed the remaining piss inside her mouth. While she was still recovering from her orgasm, he pulled out and finished by pissing all over her face and body.
Jane just sat on the toilet, too shaken to say or do anything. Unable to control her own bladder anymore, she silently pissed, as Charles' piss had painted her both inside and out. He grabbed his phone and brought it closer to her face.
"What do you say?"
"Th... Thank... Thank you, sir..."
"Thanking me for what?"
She remained silent.
"I ASKED WHAT ARE YOU THANKING ME FOR?" Charles yanked her clit hard.
"AAHH! THANK YOU, SIR... UGH! FOR MAKING ME CUM... AAH! WHILE PISSING IN ME, SIR!"
"Good whore! You liked it when you came, didn't you?!"
"Yes I did, sir..."
And Jane hated herself even more, for it was the truth; it may not have been her hardest orgasm, but the humiliation she suffered made it one of her most memorable ones... yet...
After that, Charles put down the phone and grabbed the bidet to give her a quick wash and then proceeded to give her a proper enema.
Charles did not let Jane brush her teeth, and took her to the shower with him. With her hands still tied behind her, he manhandled her as he scrubbed her clean, harshly rubbing the sponge all over body like bathing a pet.
Jane was fucked while cooking for the pair. Then was given the option to swallow their cum like the previous day, or get fucked while eating like a bitch, to which she immediately chose the latter, but soon felt betrayed when they still came on her plate after fucking her, mocking her by saying they nor she ever mentioned where they could finish. The stench and taste of Charles' piss still lingered in her mouth.
For the rest of the day, the father-son duo abused the poor wife-- tying her up, whipping her, biting her, raping her to their hearts' content; wracking her body and mind with a cruel mixture of pain and pleasure.
At one point in the night, on Sara's bed, Jane had her hands tied behind her back and made to ride John, while Charles was ruthlessly flogging her bare ass. And each time he hit her ass, her cunt clenched John's cock. Her tits were also tied with thin twine to make them swell and were already turning a light shade of purple. Her clit ring ground against John's crotch, getting caught in his pubes at times.
"You really are a masochistic bitch, aren't you?" John said with a tone of amusement, as he felt her pussy gripping his cock.
Jane didn't answer, but, instead, was still grunting with each strike of the flogger.
John slapped her bouncing tits and pulled on her nipples. "I asked you something, bitch!"
"Uugh-- aaagh-- YES, I AM!"
"Say it properly!" ordered John, with another slap to her tit, which was perfectly timed with a strike on her ass. Her pussy clenched tighter this time.
"AAGH!! I AM A MASOCHISTIC BITCH!! UUGH!!!"
"And whose bitch are you?!" Charles interrogated her this time, with another strike of the flogger.
"UUGH-- PLEASE-- I AM YOUR BITCH! "
Jane braced for another strike, but it didn't land; instead, she felt a hand on her shoulders. It was Charles, who was taking position behind Jane, his cock rubbing at her anal entrance.
"You like getting fucked, don't you?"
"Mmmhmm," Jane just hummed in agreement,
"One cock isn't enough for you, is it?" Charles was then poking at her butthole, teasing her.
"Mmmhmm," Jane hummed again. Her asshole relaxed a bit, too, welcoming Charles' cock.
"Then beg for it." Then, he suddenly withdrew his cock.
Jane turned her head to look at Charles, with pleading eyes-- she was due another orgasm. That was how it had been so far-- she would get abused, then she would get an orgasm. That was her reward for suffering. During these ten days, her body had been molded into that of a masochist. She had come to crave their brutal treatment, just so she could climax.
All of a sudden, John slapped her tit, reminding her to continue grinding his cock in her cunt.
"BEG FOR IT!" Charles spanked her ass. The leather flogger had left her ass a nice shade of pink and very sensitive. His calloused hand felt like a shock of electricity, its jolt was just enough encouragement she needed to speak. His firm grip on her shoulder indicated his readiness to invade her ass in one hard shove.
"I need your cock, too." Her words were barely audible.
"BEG LOUDER!" John slapped her tit once again. This time, right on her pierced nipple.
"PLEASE FUCK ME, TOGETHER!!!"
Just when Jane finished, Charles slammed right into her ass. The sudden intrusion and the loud slap of his thigh hitting her ripe ass, made her shriek in pain. The brutal pounding Charles was giving her made her ride his dad's cock even harder.
John reached out and grabbed Jane's bound right tit. He gripped it firmly and then put his mouth on her breast, trying to gobble it whole. He played with her pierced nipple with his tongue, occasionally biting into her flesh. Charles, too, had reached from behind and grabbed hold of her left tit. He passed his middle finger through her piercing to get a better hold of her.
Jane was moaning and grunting as she felt her thin walls being pinched between the father's and son's cocks. As the orgasm built up, she closed her eyes and tried to make most of their double penetration.
"You love getting fucked by two cocks?" one of them asked, but Jane was too lost in the moment to see who it was.
"Yes... YES! I LOVE IT!"
"But that's not enough for you, is it? You want more, don't you?" a voice whispered into her ear.
"PLEASE, I WANT MORE!" Jane's pending orgasm was so frustrating for her that she blurted it out without thinking much. She still had her eyes closed, focusing on the cocks pounding into her.
But Jane's focus soon broke when she felt the cock slip out of her ass and began teasing at her already occupied vagina. She snapped her head back towards Charles, who shifted his right hand from right shoulder to cover her mouth, denying her attempt to protest.
"MMMGH!!??" Jane begged into Charles' hand, as he prepared to shove it in.
"You wanted more, right? I'm gonna give it to you!" he said, with noticeable malice in his voice.
"MMPH!! MMPH MMPGH!!" Jane tried to plead that this isn't what she meant, but to no avail.
"Yeah! Give this whore what she deserves, son!" his dad encouraged him, further.
The moment Charles' cock breached into Jane's preoccupied cunt, she went feral. She screamed her lungs out, as the second cock slowly forced its way inside. The tight ropes securing her hands behind her back prevented her attempts, as she desperately tried to reach for him.
Jane gasped loudly and her eyes bulged out, as Charles slammed in his entire cock. The pain of two cocks stretching her pussy to its very limits turned her mute. And it was when the father-son duo began pistoning into her cunt that she burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, as their cocks ravaged her insides and their hands and teeth mauled and bit her swollen tits.
Her mind had blanked out, filtering out all the obscenities the pair was throwing at her, only processing the pain running amok in her body, and the dreadful orgasm that was building as a result of the abuse.
It didn't take long for Jane to finally climax, and when she did, it was spectacular. Her eyes shot back into her head, her entire body shook uncontrollably, her muffled grunts and sobs had turned into her incomprehensible screaming-- it was almost like she was possessed.
Jane's clenching cunt triggered John's climax, who then slowed his pace to a halt, but still kept his cock buried in her cunt; his son, Charles, was still going at her, keeping Jane at the peak of her orgasm. She experienced a roller coaster of pain and pleasure, as Charles increased his pace, approaching his own release
Jane's body trembled as Charles' cum flooded her cunt, mixing with his dad's. He slowed his pace as his pulsing cock churned the cum inside of her. She crossed one final high of her orgasm and then passed out, collapsing on John's chest. John and Charles pulled out of her violated cunt, and their cum leaked from the gaping hole. They tied her collar to the bed's headboard and left the mother asleep on her daughter's bed
Day 10
Jane woke up to someone calling her a whore. When her eyes finally focused on Mike, she tried to spring up, only to be held back by the leash tied to the headboard, making her choke. She scanned the room for John and Charles with a frightened expression on her face. Her cunt was still aching from the previous night's double penetration.
"Those two must've done a number on you for you to be this afraid!" Mike said, examining all the fresh bruises and marks that had been left on her body.
Jane was too traumatized to say anything.
Mike untied her and led her to the bathroom to do their usual routine. When he bent her over the toilet for the enema, Jane looked back to see whether or not he would treat her like a urinal just like his elder brother did, but was relieved when Mike performed the usual enema routine.
Jane brushed her teeth twice to get rid of all the stench the father and son had left in her mouth. It wasn't until Jane got into the warm shower that her anxiety subsided. She thoroughly washed herself, opposite to how Charles had rubbed her body with the sponge. Meanwhile, Mike was watching something on his phone.
Jane got out of the shower and dried herself, then she presented herself to Mike who promptly clipped the leash to her collar and led her to the bedroom.
She saw a shopping bag on her ruined marital bed. Mike spanked her ass and told her to take out everything. Jane obediently followed his instructions and poured the contents and laid them on the bed. It was a maid outfit, along with a couple of accessories. Mike nudged her again to put on the outfit.
Mike had not ordered her to do so, but Jane put on a sensual show for him, slowly putting on the outfit, making moves to accentuate her curves. She glanced at him, seeing a smirk on his face.
After she was done, Jane was wearing an erotic French maid outfit. The dress didn't have anything covering her breasts and the tightness of the corset made her tits stick out more. The skirt of the dress barely covered her ass and cunt, and bending even slightly put them on full display. The skirt also rubbed against her clit, and the piercing would occasionally get caught and tugged by the skirt, startling her from time to time, keeping her aroused. She wore a pair of high heels, awkwardly trying to keep her balance on her toes. A collar and a headband with dog ears adorned Jane's neck and head. There was one item still remaining on the bed that she hadn't put on yet, a foxtail butt plug.
Mike picked up the tail plug and dug his fingers into Jane's hair. Then he stood her sideways in front of the mirror, making her look at the reflection; the heels doing their job and giving Jane's legs a toned and sensual look. Mike took the tail plug, and Jane bit her lip in anticipation, as he kept teasing at her anal entrance, occasionally sliding it to her cunt to lube it with her juices. He gripped her head firmly, making sure she witnessed the moment, as he slowly pushed the tail into her ass. Jane gasped, as her ass swallowed the bulbous part of the plug, then Mike gave it a light tug making sure it wouldn't fall out of her well-used ass.
Then Mike stepped back to admire Jane in her complete outfit. Then he gave her a simple command.
"Dance."
"What--?"
"I said dance for me. Make it hot."
"I've nev--"
CRACK
Before Jane could finish speaking, Mike picked up a belt and cracked it loudly.
"Dance."
Jane gulped hard and started swinging her hips. The heels made it difficult for her to keep her balance, but that just made her swing her hips even more. Jane had been bound, raped, violated by Mike, but here she was burning in shame, dancing for him in an erotic outfit.
Mike stepped closer to Jane, then ordered her grind against him. She bit her lip again, and slowly backed towards him and began grinding against his hips. The tail stirred inside her ass, as it rubbed against Mike's concealed erection, arousing Jane against her will. Mike was recording everything on his phone. She glanced at the mirror to see a disgraced wife in a slutty outfit sensually grinding against her rapist.
Mike put away his phone and grabbed Jane's arms, twisting them behind her back before cuffing them. Then he pulled her hair to expose her neck to clip the leash to her collar.
"Let's put you to work, shall we?"
Jane thought he would make her clean up her house in that outfit, but Mike led Jane towards the door, she struggled to walk in those heels and his quick pace was making it more difficult for her. Just when they reached the door, Jane didn't take another step.
"No, please! Don't take me outside like this!"
"What? I'm just taking you to our floor. Or do you want to take a walk outside, huh? Get some fresh air?"
Their doors opened to balconies and the stairs were mostly open as well. It was morning, and she knew people would be out and about. And some of the neighbors' buildings were taller than their apartment, so anyone could get a look at what was happening. But it was nothing compared to being paraded around in a slut outfit, she thought people would assume that she was cheating behind her husband's back, rather than being forced into the situation.
Jane immediately shook her head and stepped closer to Mike, indicating her anxiousness to get this over with. Then with a smirk on his face, Mike opened the door and led Jane out by the leash.
Jane saw some movement in the corner of her eye, but she was so afraid of catching someone's eyes that she didn't look around and kept her eyes trained at her Master's feet, as she followed him to his floor, hoping no one saw them.
When Mike opened the door to his apartment, Jane tried to scurry inside, but was stopped by him. She immediately started sweating. Every second of being outside increased her chances of being caught by someone.
"Get on your knees."
Jane obeyed the command in a split second, thinking he'd make her crawl on her knees inside. But there was more...
"After your husband and daughter leave, you will put on this outfit, and make your way to my door. Then you will ring the bell and kneel just like you are now with your hands behind your back and a leash attached to your collar."
She nodded as he spoke, her heart beating faster with each passing second.
"When I, or whoever, opens the door, you will declare 'Whore wife is at your service.' Now let me hear you say it."
Jane glanced around a bit before speaking barely above whispering.
"Whore wife--"
SLAP
Before she could finish her declaration, Mike slapped her across the face.
"LOUDER!"
With tears in her eyes, and a fresh handprint on her cheek, Jane spoke at a normal conversation level.
"Whore wife is a--" She flinched when Mike raised his hand to hit her, but the slap didn't connect, then she slowly opened her eyes to look at him.
"Maybe this will clear your mind."
Then in a split second, Mike entered the house and closed the door behind him, jamming the leash in the door. Jane immediately panicked and began pulling on her leash. But with her hands cuffed behind her back, she had no means to unclip the leash from the collar. And the leash was jammed so low and short that she couldn't stand or use her legs to exert more force. She began crying and begging for another chance, but the door didn't open for a solid two minutes that felt like hours for the helpless wife.
The moment the door opened, Jane began her declaration.
"WHORE WIFE IS AT YOUR SERVICE, MASTER! WHORE WIFE IS AT YOUR SERVICE, MASTER!"
"Good girl."
Mike patted her head, he had a cunning smile on his face, knowing she wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Then he unzipped and pulled out his cock. Jane stared at his cock, mortified that he was willing to risk it this much, but she didn't protest, fearing the unforeseen consequences. And began sucking his cock in broad daylight.
After Mike got rock hard, he pulled her head away from his cock and led her inside by the leash. Jane felt relieved to be back inside the privacy of the house.
Mike led her to his bedroom and faced her towards the mirror then got behind her. He made her look in the mirror as he groped her from behind and played with her piercings. Jane screamed when he yanked the tail plug out of her ass and and shoved his cock in its place and begin to fuck her from behind.
Jane looked into the eyes of her Master in the mirror, as he made her witness her own humiliating rape; a part of her thought she deserved it for cheating on her husband, and another part of her was begging for the pleasure that the pain brought.
As her orgasm rapidly approached she closed her eyes, trying to savor the day's first orgasm, but it was denied when Mike pulled out of her ass and plugged it back with the tail.
"You have to earn it." Mike just said it simply, and led her to the storage room.
He unfastened her wrists from behind her back, then linked each of the cuffs to her respective nipple rings with a short chain. The chains were barely long enough that she could only keep her hands at a right angle to her body at max. But it did give her enough freedom of movement for what was to come next. Mike handed her a mop and a bucket, and ordered her to start cleaning the house.
Jane hesitated for a moment. "I can't do this," Jane said, embarrassingly.
"After all the filthy things you have done in the past few days, this is something you won't do?" Mike mocked her. "You are a housewife, aren't you? Now you will be a housewhore."
Jane had been called many obscene names in the past week, but somehow, being called a 'housewhore' filled her with disgust.
"You know what? Remember what you are supposed to say when you are kneeling at my door? 'Whore wife is at your service'. Change that to 'Housewhore is at your service'; sounds much better, doesn't it?" Mike chuckled a little. "Go on, try saying it."
Jane clutched the mop handle tightly, her wedding ring glinting in the light. The words felt too heavy to utter, but she mustered some courage and finally made the declaration.
"Housewhore is at your service, Master!" Her teary eyes were glued to the ground. Her cunt twitched a little.
"Good girl!" Mike patted her head. "See, that wasn't so hard. Now go on, clean the house."
"Yes, Master," she said submissively, and began mopping and cleaning the house.
Even the simple task of cleaning the house wasn't so simple for Jane. The slutty maid outfit made her feel even more exposed than being naked. The skirt constantly rubbing and pulling her clit ring made it impossible for her to not get aroused, but it was not enough for her to get off. She would yelp from time to time when she'd misjudged how far her arms could stretch and would end up yanking her pierced nipples.
Meanwhile, Mike was playing some hardcore porn on the TV and fiddling with his phone. Jane couldn't help but wonder if he was going to play out any of those obscene scenes with her.
Mike called Jane and ordered her to kneel and to get him warmed up.
She obeyed without hesitation. She put the mop and bucket aside, near the coffee table, and knelt between Mike's legs. With her wrists still linked to her nipple piercings, she couldn't put her hands any lower. That posture, along with the dog-themed accessories like the collar, the tail plug and the puppy ears on her, really made her look like a bitch eager for her treat.
Mike took a picture on his phone. Then Jane crawled on her knees towards her Master's crotch and began undoing his pants.
Once his cock was free, Mike grabbed Jane by the hair and yanked her away for a moment. He unclipped the wrist cuffs from the chains linked to her nipples and attached them behind her back, leaving the chains dangling from her pierced nipples. Then he relaxed and ordered her to get him hard.
Jane began working on his cock, bobbing her head, taking as much of his cock as she could, then licking the rest of the length and his balls. The dangling chains swung wildly as she fellated her Master, which relentlessly pulling at her nipples, making her moan and whimper with his cock in her mouth.
Mike grabbed her head and forced her to take his entire length. Jane barely had a second to relax her jaws for the deepthroat, or to take a deep breath as he pushed his cock all the way to the back of her mouth. At first, she was still, but as her lungs started demanding more oxygen, she began to struggle. The chains swung even more wildly. Jane begged with her eyes, but Mike held firm, using his other hand to feel the bulge in her throat.
After a good minute, Mike let go of her head and Jane sprang away from his cock, gasping for air, her mouth drooling the mix of her spit and his pre-cum. With his cock slick and lubed, Mike got up and pushed her face into the couch. She was still catching her breath and let her head collapse on the warm and wet seat that he was just sitting on. There was some rustling and moving sounds, but Jane didn't bother taking a look and waited patiently to getting fucked.
Jane grunted when Mike spanked then spread her ass cheeks, and unceremoniously pulled the tail plug out. She braced herself for her Master, her cunt twitched in anticipation. So when she felt something cold and hard probing her entrance, she snapped her head back and saw Mike lining up the handle of the mop.
"Wait! Not that!!! Give me your cock, please, Master!" Jane could not believe what she was saying, how she was begging for his cock.
"Shut it, bitch! You will take whatever I give you," Mike barked back, and spanked her ass a few times.
Jane groaned, as Mike slowly pushed the textured plastic handle inside of her. She had been raped with dildos before, and while they were hard, they were also flexible and had a certain give to them. But the hard, molded handle of the mop didn't provide any relief for her. She could feel the contours of the ribbed top that made it easier to use the mop, slowly making its way inside her; forcing her passage to straighten more and more, as she was getting impaled.
Jane screamed into the couch cushion and thrashed a little when the handle hit her cervix. Then satisfied with the impalement, Mike jammed the other end of the mop under the coffee table, making sure her aching cunt could not squeeze it out, even if she tried. Her juices were already dripping down the handle and any little movement made her feel like the handle would rip right through her. Mike tapped the mop, and Jane felt the vibrations right down to her soul.
"Such a dirty bitch! Getting wet from being fucked with a mop!" Mike mocked her, followed by a hard smack on her ass. Then he positioned himself behind her and lined his cock at her anal entrance.
Jane groaned into the cushion, as Mike's cock creeped inside her. She could feel her thin walls being pinched between her Master's organic cock and his inorganic mop. She could feel his cock rubbing against its contours as he began to ramp up his pace pounding her ass. Jane hadn't felt a sensation like this, ever. The handle slammed at her cervix with each of Mike's hard thrusts, threatening a painful intrusion. The nipple chains jangled and swung wildly. It didn't take long for Jane to have an orgasm from such a strange double penetration.
Even as she moaned and writhed in her climax, Mike continued to pound Jane hard. Holding the back of her neck and pinning her face into the couch, with loud grunts of his own, his cock pumped her full of his cum.
After taking a moment to catch his breath, Mike pulled out of Jane's ass and some of the cum leaked on the handle of the mop. He adjusted the coffee table and pulled the mop out of her abused cunt, getting some cum on his hand. Jane whimpered as he did so. Then he grabbed her by the hair and made her kneel, back straight.
Jane looked at Mike, with a hint of resilience, knowing what he'd make her do next. Mike took the mop and pushed the glistening handle on her lips. Their eyes were locked on each other's as he made her lick the handle clean. Then he discarded the mop to the side, slapped her cheek with his hand, and then made her lick his hand clean as well. Next, he bent her down and made her lick any of the cum off the floor.
Mike made sure Jane licked every last drop of his cum before he pulled her head up and stared straight into her soul.
She gulped hard, then weakly mouthed, "Thank you, Master."
Mike smiled a little before letting go of her head, and then unclipped her wrists from behind her back only to reclip them to the chains once again and ordered her to finish cleaning the house.
Just as Jane finished cleaning, the doorbell chimed.
"Oh! It must be the food that I ordered," Mike mentioned. "Go and get it!"
Jane was dumbstruck at the order. "But..." 'How could I do that in such an outfit?' she finished the rest of her thoughts inside her head.
"But what? It's already paid for," Mike inquired. He already knew why she was hesitating and was testing her.
"Nothing..." said Jane, who was burning with shame and humiliation already, as she dismissed her own plea, knowing any favour or relief that Mike would grant then, would be compensated with hefty interest later.
She slowly made her way to the door, and opened it just a bit, peeking around it, making sure to hide most of herself behind the door.
When the delivery boy saw a MILF with puppy ears, collar and with slightly disheveled hair carefully peeking from behind the door, he was already turning red from excitement. He caught himself staring at her, when Jane snapped him out of it.
"You can leave it by the door, thank you." Her voice was low and quick, wanting to get this over with quickly.
"Uh... it's... it's bad manners to leave food on the ground... ma'am," the delivery boy somehow managed to say.
'Ma'am' echoed in Jane's mind; it was the first time in the past couple of days that someone spoke to her with any respect. "It's okay, I don't mind."
'If only you knew how I had been fed these past couple of days,' Jane thought to herself.
The boy was beginning to sweat by then. "No, ma'am, I insist..."
"WHAT'S TAKING SO LONG!!!!" Mike's voice boomed from inside the house, startling both Jane and the delivery boy.
Jane didn't want Mike to come over here and make matters worse. "Fine, hand it to me." She pressed against the door to extend her chained left hand as much as she could, while still hiding behind the door.
As the boy was handing her the parcel, he was focused on the wrist cuff and the chain attached to it, wondering where it was linked to. But, fortunately for him, and unfortunately for Jane, his question was soon answered.
The boy was so lost in her presence that he fumbled handing over the parcel and both he and Jane reflexively sprang to catch it. They both caught it together, but when the boy looked up at Jane, he saw she was in a completely topless maid outfit, with both of her wrists chained to her nipples. Her lower half was still hidden behind the door, but that was enough for him to be transfixed on her.
Jane saw the boy staring at her, and then she realized that she had exposed herself. She quickly shut the door on his face. The boy was gonna ask for a tip, but the sight he saw was more than enough for him to leave with a smile on his face.
Back inside, Jane placed the parcel on the table, and began preparing to set the table, still thinking about what had just happened. She snapped out of it when Mike ordered her to set only one plate, for himself. Jane was getting hungry, but knew better than to question her Master.
Then Mike, who was still watching TV on the couch, ordered Jane to bring the food to him. When she got to him with plate in hand, Mike simply ordered, "Kneel
It took some effort for her to kneel with the plate in hand, but in the end, she managed to get on her knees and held the plate as if presenting it to him.
Then Mike began to eat from the plate while she was still holding it. Jane felt utterly demoralized. 'Slave' was the word that crossed her mind, her eyes were fixed on Mike, but he was not paying any attention to her.
"Touch yourself," was the next command.
Jane adjusted her grip to hold the plate with her right hand; she adjusted her kneeling so that she was on her heels; with her left wrist still linked to her nipple, it was just enough to reach her cunt. She winced a little when her left nipple was also pulled a little in the process.
Jane began to slowly rub herself as Mike continued to eat, taking his sweet time. And it wasn't long when the simultaneous stimulation of both her crotch and nipple started adding up. She would whimper at times when he, intentionally or not, would push on the plate while grabbing another bite, resulting in pulling on her piercings. She would feed into her arousal, and hooked her finger in her clit ring and began using it to her advantage.
Jane's mouth was watering from having food right in front of her. She was not allowed to eat yet. She kept longingly staring at Mike as he was about to finish, knowing another act of depravity was about to follow. She would moan as she continued to touch herself on Mike's command.
But before Jane could reach her release, he subverted her expectations-- he simply dismissed her.
Jane was a little confused when Mike unclipped her wrists from her nipples, and simply told her to take the remaining parcel and leave. She had expected he would ravage her again, and this felt very out of character for him. Jane was puzzled and unsatisfied. She took the parcel but still hesitated to leave, thinking it was some sort of test and he was about to punish her for something.
Mike then had to shove her out of the house to get her to leave, handing her phone back to her as he did.
After he shut the door in Jane's face, she stood there for a moment, clenching the phone in her hand; the thought of calling the cops passed through her head, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. Then she hurried back to her apartment before someone would catch her in that ridiculous outfit.
Back in her apartment, Jane immediately threw the parcel on the table, and undressed, getting out of the maid outfit before hurrying into the shower. Finally alone, she just sat in the shower and began contemplating everything that had happened in the past few days and burst into a terrible cry.
After taking her time to calm herself down, Jane washed herself thoroughly, washing away all the evidence of her abuse. She still glanced over her shoulders making sure none of the perverts were watching her. She took a long look at her piercings, 'housewhore' echoed in her head once again. She was still unsatisfied when she washed her crotch; scooping out any of Mike's cum that she could out of her cunt, then washing it away with a look of disgust on her face.
After refreshing herself, Jane quickly made her way to her bedroom, glancing at the mess her home was in. She put on some fresh clothes, and reheated the parcel before eating it. Sitting alone and eating peacefully for the first time in days, she couldn't help but remember all of the times she was humiliated and forced to eat cum-soaked food at that very place.
Jane checked her phone, there were a couple of messages from friends and family, but nothing urgent enough, as none of them had called her. Except her ex, he had left a couple of messages and some missed calls; they had planned for the two weeks to be full of debauchery while her family was away, but she got blackmailed and abused by Mike instead. She scorned him for a moment, blaming him for everything that's happened to her. 'He's the one who wooed me into having an affair with him' she tried to reason with herself, and not accepting her part of the blame. She deleted all of his messages and blocked him.
After finishing the parceled meal, Jane got to work cleaning her house. It was a tall order for a single person like her, but she had to do it quickly. She began by throwing all the soiled clothes into the washing machine, but there were too many to fit in one go. While the first batch was being washed, she went to organize everything else back in its place. And she couldn't help herself from remembering how all those things were used on her-- how they used her husband's ties and belts to tie her or collar her; how her own daughter's pens and markers were used to write unsavory things on her abused body; how she was tied to the chair, helpless and exposed for them to abuse and rape.
After putting in the second load into the washing machine, Jane began to mop and clean all the cum and piss stains that were basically all over the house. 'Housewhore' echoed in her mind once again, and her cunt throbbed, still unsatisfied.
Jane took the rest of the day to clean up, and yet she was only halfway done. Tired, she quickly made to her bed, the very marital bed that she had been raped multiple times on over the past few days. But even after nearly an hour of shifting around on the bed, she couldn't sleep. Frustrated, she slid her hands between her legs and began to pleasure herself, thinking she could fall asleep after a good release. But even after several minutes, she couldn't make herself cum.
"FUCK!" she angrily vented her frustrations to no one.
Then, almost as if on cue, her phone chimed.
She saw it was a message from Mike; it didn't say anything, but there were several pictures and clips attached. Jane's face turned pale when she saw that they were all of her rape. She began heating up, her heart started pounding in shame and humiliation as she scrolled through them, watching them several times.
As she replayed the clips over and over again, she couldn't believe that the poor woman getting abused and raped mercilessly in the clips was her. And unbeknownst to herself, her hand slid down her thighs once again and she began to finger herself to the same rhythm as she was getting raped in the videos she was watching. She would play with her clit ring in the same manner as it was pulled and twisted in the clips. She would gulp hard, hearing her own screams and moans. And then finally, she climaxed at the same time a cock pumped her full of cum in the clip she was just watching.
When she realized what had just happened, Jane put down her phone, her other hand still between her legs. She was breathing heavily, feeling the gravity of her situation. She slowly brought her hand to her face to find it coated slick with her own juices.
"Fuck." She admitted defeat and just wiped her hand on the bedsheet. But after finally achieving her orgasm, it wasn't long before she finally fell asleep, satisfied.
Day 11 and 12
Jane spent these days cleaning up her house, as well. She had hid the maid outfit and the enema kit somewhere in the house where she was sure no one would be able to find. Occasionally, she took breaks to rest and finger herself to clips of her own abuse. While she did manage to get herself off using the clips, she felt it wasn't as satisfying as the real thing.
And apart from sending a couple of more pictures and clips at odd times, Mike, too, had not tried to contact Jane.
Day 13
Jane's bruises and welts were healing up pretty nicely. It would take a few more days for them to disappear completely, but 'til then, some modest clothes would do the trick.
After finishing cleaning up the house, Jane went out to get some groceries and refill their supplies. She was still a little anxious about Mike, so she tried to get the car out as quickly as she could, and went straight to the market.
Because of her piercings, bras and panties were no longer an option for Jane, so she had worn two shirts on top of one another. And she wore gym shorts under her pants. These hid her piercings pretty well, leaving only a faint outline visible, which most people wouldn't notice. But that wasn't enough for Jane; she tried to put on a jacket as well, just to be sure, but the heat became unbearable for her, and reluctantly, she decided not to wear it.
While she was shopping, Jane was getting paranoid; thinking the people were staring at her. She thought she could feel their predatory eyes stripping her naked, putting her piercings on full display for the rest of the public to see. The two shirts combined weren't enough to minimize the sway of her ample pierced breasts, further fuelling her paranoia.
She finished her shopping as fast as she could, only buying the necessary items. As she entered her colony, she saw some of her neighbours were out and about, and her paranoia kicked in once again. She kept her eyes focused straight on the road, not wanting to make eye contact with any of them. She didn't want to take the chance to see the I-know-what-you-are look on their faces.
She parked her car in the garage and managed to take everything she bought in one go, because there was no way she was making another trip to get the bags. On her way to her apartment, in the corner of her eye, she noticed someone standing on the balcony. Her cunt twitched knowing if it was anyone, it had to be Mike.
Jane turned pink from the shame; carrying the grocery bags made her tits sway even more, a pleasant sight for Mike for sure. She dared not look up and quickened her pace to her apartment-- her needy, pierced cunt twitched with each heavy step she took. If she had looked up at him, Jane could have seen the evil smirk on his face.
What Jane didn't know was that Mike had bugged her phone before handing it back to her. And was keeping track of everything she did on the phone. He could see the look of ecstasy as she pleasured herself watching her own rape. Of course, Mike wasn't the one who hacked her phone. He had a nerdy friend help him out for a small price of letting him use one of their vacant property so he could get rowdy with his girlfriend.
Upon entering the apartment, she left the bags on the floor, discarded her clothes and jumped on the bed with her phone in hand. She was too anxious at this point and desperately needed to relax. And what better way to relax than to rub one off, to your own abuse, she thought to herself, well except for the last part.
Her anxiety must've kept her on the edge already because it didn't take that long to climax. Then her post-nut clarity hit her hard, and at that point, she thought this was going too far and deleted all the videos from her phone. She took a quick nap.
After waking up, she quickly freshened up a bit and finished putting away the groceries. She tried to keep herself busy, preparing to welcome her husband and daughter back from their trip the next day.
Day 14
It was around noon that she finally got a message from her husband that they finally got within network coverage and would be home in an hour or two.
Jane welcomed them warmly with their favourite dishes. They chatted about all the things they explored and all the things they did. Jane eagerly listened to them, saying that she couldn't wait for all of them to go together next time.
After the dinner, Sara went to her room and quickly fell asleep on her cozy bed from exhaustion-- blissfully unaware of how her mother was raped countless times on that very bed.
In the master bedroom, Jane and Robert were about to get steamy. She wanted to give him a special surprise and he, despite his exhaustion, was too horny to decline. She had made up her mind to atone for her sins by pleasuring her husband, whom she had kept in the dark for so long.
Jane took charge and made Robert lie on the bed. Then she dimmed the lights to set the mood; still bright enough to see her features, but low enough to hide the fading bruises. Then she began to seductively strip in front of him, making sure to put on a good show for her husband. The moment Jane took her top off, Roberts gulped as he stared at her pierced nipples, the golden rings shining in the dim light as Jane continued to her performance. Then she slowly dropped her shorts, and Robert's jaw dropped alongside them, as he saw a similar gold ring dangling on her clit.
Jane slowly got up on the bed and pulled down Robert's shorts; he lifted his hips a bit to help his wife. His erection sprang up the moment it left the confines of the shorts. Jane then slowly straddled her husband, his erection rubbing against her pussy. Her juices mixed with his pre-cum and lubed his cock, as Jane continued to rub her crotch against him.
Jane then slowly took Robert's hand and placed it on her pierced tit.
"I wanted to spice things up a little..." Her voice was full of seduction, as she guided his hand on her breast. His other hand had already found her clit and was feeling it with his thumb.
"They are very spicy indeed..." His erection got even harder.
"You like them?" Jane asked her husband.
And his reply was to pull his wife into a deep and passionate kiss. Robert held her in a close embrace as they continued to make out; she guided his cock into her needy pussy and began to grind herself on her husband. From that point on, their bodies did the talking.
While they had sex from time to time, it was never that intense and that was the reason Jane had begun cheating behind his back with her ex. But that night, both of them knew that they had been missing this intensity in their bed. Jane made Robert hold her by her breasts, her clit ring rubbed against his crotch as she rode him like a cowgirl.
As Jane continued to ride him, her orgasm was building up, but before she could reach her peak, Robert began grunting, announcing his orgasm and he groped her breasts hard and came inside. For a split second, she looked at him with a look of disappointment, before catching herself and announcing her fake orgasm to coincide with her husband.
As they slowed down, Jane leaned down and kissed her husband as his cock still pulsed inside her. Then she let his cock slip out of her as she slowly kissed her way from his lips to his crotch and cleaned his cock with her mouth, savouring the taste of their love.
But she wasn't satisfied, she hadn't orgasmed yet. As she was slowly jerking and kissing his semi-erect cock in her hand, she looked up at him. Even in the dim light, his exhaustion was visible. Jane wanted another round, but it was clear that Robert couldn't continue for the night. They had just returned from a long trip, so she did not force him either. And with that, the husband and wife cuddled together.
It wasn't long before Robert fell sound asleep while Jane lay wide awake, unable to sleep due to her unsatisfied need. She grabbed her phone and quickly restored the deleted files from her recycle bin. Jane glanced at her husband, he was still sound asleep. Her eyes were apologetic, and she didn't want to, but she desperately needed release after holding it in for more than a day.
She put her earphones in and began fingering, watching herself being raped and abused at the hands of their merciless landlords, right next to her sleeping husband. For a passing moment, a sense of guilt filled her soul, and the very next moment, she came hard. Struggling to hold her moans, she managed to finger herself through the climax trying to prolong it as much as possible.
Then the realization hit Jane once again, she realized then that there was no going back. She wanted-- no, needed-- she needed to feel the raw abuse once again, and there was only one person who could give it to her.
Day 16
After a full day of rest, it was back to their respective office and college for Robert and Sara. Jane packed some lunch for both of them, then wished them a good day.
As she waved to them from the balcony, her cunt was already twitching from the anticipation.
Jane rushed back inside, grabbed the enema kit from its hiding spot and went straight into the bathroom. It was the first time she was giving herself enema, and it went smoothly without much hassle or humiliation.
After a quick wash, she grabbed the maid outfit and went into the bedroom. Her heart pounded faster with each piece that she put on-- slowly turning herself from a housewife into a housewhore.
Jane took the tail plug and slowly inserted it in her ass. Her hole resisted at first, but a couple of deep breaths later, it snugly fit inside. Jane clipped the leash to her collar and took a good look at herself before heading to Mike's floor. She did a quick check to make sure that the coast was clear, and then almost ran as fast she could in those heels.
Finally at his door, Jane hesitated a bit before ringing the doorbell. Then she assumed her position, on her knees, hands behind back. And waited.
She had no way of knowing how much time had passed. And after a couple of minutes of waiting on her knees, she was beginning to have second thoughts. But it was too late by then, she had already rung the doorbell and feared that she might face some grave consequences if whoever opened the door and didn't find her kneeling.
After a couple more agonizing minutes, both her knees and her cunt were aching.
Then the door opened and Mike stood in front of her.
Jane swallowed one last time and declared, "HOUSEWHORE IS THAT YOUR SERVICE, MASTER!"
Mike kept staring at her coldly for a minute before picking up her leash and leading her inside making her crawl on her knees.
He made her crawl all the way to the kitchen. Once there, he pulled up on the leash to signal her to stand. When Jane saw the unwashed dishes in the sink, she thought it was her first task, she was in a maid outfit after all, even if it was a slutty one.
But before Jane could begin, Mike bent her over the counter, pressing her tits against the cold, hard surface and holding both of her wrists behind her back with one hand. Her short skirt revealed her butt for whatever he had in mind.
Jane felt his other hand roaming and groping her butt, examining her barely visible bruises, when all of a sudden he spanked her ass. She yelped and her body jolted due to the unexpected spank.
Then another hard spank. And another. And so on. Mike didn't say anything, he just continued to spank Jane's butt until her yelps turned into moans and then into screams, her orgasm building alongside her crescendo.
Then she came. Jane's body shook as she climaxed just from the abuse. Then as if on autopilot, she quietly said, "Thank you...Master," her words barely audible through her sobs. This was what her body had been craving until then, and he delivered. He had truly become her Master.
"You've been wanting to get abused, haven't you?" Mike whispered into her ear, as his hot hand roamed her body, finding her cunt.
"N... No... Master..." Jane weakly replied.
"Liar!" he declared, as he slapped her cunt hard, and then brought it to her face.
"Then why are you so wet already?"
Jane remained silent, but both of them knew the answer.
Mike quickly turned her around and slapped her face with his moist hand. He held onto her face, their eyes locking on each other. He grabbed her leg with his other hand and scooted her up the kitchen counter. The short skirt barely protected Jane's bare abused ass from the cold surface, making a shiver run down her body. The tail plug pushed deeper into her ass. Mike moved his hand from her face to her throat. He didn't squeeze her neck, but his grip was still firm, nonetheless. Jane held onto his muscular arm.
Jane's eyes were filled with fear and submission. She saw the look of determination in Mike's gaze. She gripped his forearm, bracing herself as his erect cock was approaching its victim. Then with a smirk on his face, Mike shoved his cock in her wanting cunt, making her gasp. Her anticipating cunt gave him plenty of lube to work with.
Mike fucked her hard with loud grunts, and Jane replied with groans and whimpers of her own; their eyes still fixed on one another. He tightened his grip on her neck and so did Jane on his forearm. Jane's hold conveyed her want, her need for the rough treatment to Mike. And Mike responded by rubbing and pulling on her clit, using the piercing as leverage. Her stimulation went through the roof, but she still dared not take her eyes off her Master.
As he continued to fuck her, Mike switched his grip and held the back of her neck. He pulled her closer and kissed her. Jane didn't resist, and reciprocated the kiss. She didn't care that he had raped and abused her so much to turn her into his slave. And here, as the two of them continued to make primal love, she crossed her legs behind Mike and held him close, moving her hips in tandem with his pounding. The protruding tail plug scratched against the kitchen counter, adding further stimulation for Jane.
It didn't take long for them to reach their climaxes. Jane was the one who crossed the edge first. She didn't break the kiss, and moaned into Mike's lips. As her body shuddered from the waves of her orgasm, she doubled her efforts to fuck Mike back, desperate to feel her rapist's-- her Master's-- cum inside her. And her effort quickly bore fruit-- Mike began to grunt louder, his hips clenched and his cock twitched before he exploded inside Jane. Her cunt milked every last drop from his throbbing cock. Then both of them, completely spent, took a moment in each other's embrace to catch their breath.
Mike let go of her neck and backed off a little. His cum leaked out of her gaping cunt. Jane didn't waste a second getting down from the counter to her knees and began sucking and cleaning his cum-soaked cock. She even got down and licked his cum off the floor. And like a good obedient bitch, showed her Master a mouth full of cum before swallowing it whole.
Mike patted her head, and said, "Good Girl!" in a sweet voice.
Jane submissively replied, "Thank you, Master