Life changing for a young woman from Wife to Whore Part 2

Life changing for a young woman from Wife to Whore Part 2

It was 11am when Katie received the package from the delivery boy. The General had called the previous day to warn her to expect a delivery. She was told that she was being sent an outfit and was to wear exactly what was delivered and be ready no later than 12 pm when he would come by her house and collect her. She was also told that, under no circumstance, was she to mention any of this to her husband. Failure to comply with these instructions would lead to an immediate termination of their relationship and she would never see the General again.

It had been some 10 days since that first brutal meeting when she had been double fucked by the General and Jack. Since that fateful day, she had not, until yesterday, heard from either of them. In the interim, Katie had decided that she would never see the General, Jack or anyone from The Platinum Club again. Despite knowing that she was a whore and how much she craved their big cocks, she wanted to try and save her marriage with her husband, Frank.

Katie still thought that Frank had no idea about the double fucking that she had been forced to endure. As far as she was concerned, he had merely seen her strip and fuck herself with a dildo. Of course Frank had seen a lot more and had witnessed everything next door whilst sitting in the Platinum Club’s video lounge.

He knew full well how much of a whore his wife was. But, for the sake of their marriage, he had not mentioned this to Katie and instead had talked through what she thought he had witnessed. And when Frank explained the promotion and why he couldn’t have done anything to stop things, she totally understood. As a result, she agreed not to return any of the Platinum Club’s calls and to terminate all contact. Frank, for the sake of his job, would stay a member but would, as a matter of urgency, look for alternative employment upon which he could leave the club and be rid of the General and Jack.

It all sounded so simple. The two of them would make every effort to patch up their marriage and in this regard, later that week she had made love to Frank. She desperately hoped that sex with him could be as good as it had been with Jack and the General. But she quickly realised that there could be no substitute for being gang banged by a couple of big old cocks.

She knew that made her a whore. And during their love making, she faked her orgasm numerous times. She had done so many times before, but this time it felt even more dishonest. But she so desperately wanted to save her relationship that she tried to put these thoughts to the back of her mind and work on her marriage.

Of course the General calling changed all that.

“Hello Katie, its General Jackson, remember me?” As soon as she heard his commanding voice, her pussy started to become wet. Of course she remembered him. Ever since she had left the film studio that fateful day she had not stopped thinking about him, his cock, the way he had forced her to suck it, the way he had spanked her bottom, the way he treated her with no respect and the way he took her without even asking her permission. And now this same evil man was calling her this morning when her husband was away at work.

“G-General, hello. Y-yes of course I remember you. But, err, I don’t think we should be speaking. I don’t think I want to see you anymore or have anything more to do with you or your organisation. I-I hope that is ok…” Katie blabbered out, desperately trying to get rid of the General and to save what was left of her marriage.

“Bitch, be quiet and listen carefully. A package will be arriving at your house, tomorrow morning, at 11 am. Inside will be an outfit. You are to wear exactly what has been sent to you. Nothing more, nothing less. At 12 pm, my driver and I will arrive and take you to a meeting at my country residence where you will be required to perform certain “services”. You will not inform your husband of any of this. Failure to do exactly what I say will lead to a termination of our arrangement. As a fully fledged member of The Platinum Club, you will of course receive a fee for your services. Do I make myself clear?”

“G-General, I can’t. This is wrong, I am married…”

“Bitch, I don’t care if you are married. It didn’t stop you acting like a whore for me the other day!

“However, I not a man to force a woman into my service, so I will leave it entirely up to you. If you are not ready tomorrow, so be it, I will leave and you will never see or hear from me or anyone in the Club again. You can then continue with your sham of a marriage and never experience the type of perverse pleasure you so revelled in earlier. It is your choice. Goodbye.” And with that, the phone went dead.

Katie was shocked and a little relieved. The General was willing to leave her alone! He had left it with her to decide whether to follow his orders. If she was not ready when he arrived, he would leave her alone and that would be that. She could not believe it had all been so painless and could not wait to tell her husband the good news when he returned from work that evening.

That night, when Frank came home, for some reason Katie did not mention the call with the General and that he had offered her a way out. She deemed it unnecessary. Why bother him with the details? She could tell him when it was done and dusted. Tomorrow morning she would just go out early, the General would arrive, she would not be there, and that would be that. Game over.

And yet the next morning, for some reason, Katie found herself still at home at 10:45 am. Frank had left for work, as per usual, but she remained, nervously drinking a cup of tea, waiting for this mysterious package to arrive. No worries, when the courier arrived, she would not accept delivery, there would then be no outfit to wear, she would have disobeyed the General’s orders and that would be that. Game over.And yet when the delivery man arrived, Katie found herself, with much excitement, signing for the package, and taking delivery of a small box. She said to herself that she was just curious to see what the General had sent her to wear. She would open the box, examine the items, throw them away and, when the General arrived, she would have disobeyed his order and that would be that. Game over.

When she opened the box, inside she found what looked like a female army officer’s uniform. But of course it was an army officer’s uniform with a difference. She found a plain, brown skirt which did not look anyway near army regulation since it was way too short; a simple plain, white cotton shirt which, even for Katie’s slender figure, looked far too tight; a regular plain brown army jacket which, pinned to it, was a badge indicating that this was an officer’s uniform (not that she knew but she was dressing up as a captain); and finally there was a round brown hat worn by the British army officer corp.

In addition to the uniform, unsurprisingly, the General had included underwear that he required her to wear. Although it could not possibly be regular army issue for there were a pair of brown stockings, white suspenders and a white g-string. Katie carefully looked for a bra. There was none. Her nipples got harder.

Finally, there was a pair of ludicrously high, black patent ankle strap heels. The stiletto was at least 5 inches in height.

The General wanted her to dress up as a sexy, slutty army officer. He had mentioned that she would be attending a meeting with him where, no doubt, there would be other army officers. Clearly he wanted to show off her young, tight body to these men so they could ogle over it and, no doubt, she would be asked to do other things, other nasty things with them. Her pussy got wet just at the prospect.

Katie desperately tried to shake herself out of this stupor. She was not going to dress up like this for the General. She had just wanted to see what was in the box. There was no way she was going to put on what was, admittedly, a stunningly slutty outfit. She was just going to finish her cup of tea, throw out the outfit, and that would be that. Game well and truly over.

Any yet at 11:55am, there stood Katie in front of her bedroom mirror, showered, hair and make up done and wearing exactly what the General had ordered.

As she had suspected, her skirt was way too short, for the army or otherwise. It barely covered her beautiful little arse, especially with the high heels she was being asked to wear. These had the effect of raising her bottom and skirt up even further and any time she took a step forward, she found that her skirt would flap up and reveal the tops of her brown stockings, white suspenders and the beautiful creamy innocent flesh above. Her shirt was naturally too tight and the material too transparent.

Her big naked tits were bursting and, the fact that she was not wearing a bra, made her tits and nipples (which were of course erect) visible to everyone. By her own volition she had elected not to do up the top two buttons which allowed more of her delicious cleavage to be on display. The plain brown army jacket had two low buttons which meant that, when she put it on, all of her cleavage was still visible.

The hat of a female officer was probably the only authentic item of army clothing and it was a nice touch since it did make her look like an army officer, albeit a horny, slutty one. With her blonde hair neatly tied up in a bob, and her lips red with lipstick, she looked as sexy as she did that day when she was forced to dress up as a schoolgirl.

And as she admired how hot and slutty she looked, she heard a car pull up in her driveway. It was 12 pm. She walked over to the mirror and looked down. A black Bentley had drawn up and it was reversing into the driveway. The General had arrived.

Of course, she did not have to go down and drive off with him, she told herself. True, she had remained at home, taken delivery of the package and dressed as ordered. But she did not need to go outside and step into the General’s car. If she remained inside, she would be safe, her marriage would survive and this depraved, sexual world that she had previously experienced (and so enjoyed) would be over. Forever.

It was what she wanted. Wasn’t it?

For a couple of minutes she just stared out of the window looking down at the car. She waited to see if anyone would get out and knock on the front door for her. But nothing happened. The General was clearly waiting to see if she would go out and join him. He was truly leaving it up to her to decide her own fate and not applying any further pressure. She realised that he was being supremely arrogant, assuming that she would come down, assuming that she would dress up like this for him, assuming she would be his whore…

How long would he give her before he left, she wondered? Another minute or so passed, and still nothing. Katie remained routed to the spot, staring down at the Bentley. The expensive carriage below symbolised a journey to an unknown destination; a destination which, in all probability, would end up with her performing her duties as a whore. Was this really her destiny, she wondered?

She moved away from the window and again looked at herself in the mirror. There she saw a beautiful, horny, hot slut. But she also saw a wife who did so love her husband, and loved him deeply. She desperately wanted to now be faithful to him and she had, when she woke up this morning, every intention of being that faithful, loving wife. But now, looking down at the General’s car, dressed as he had ordered, with her pussy soaking wet, her big fat nipples on her big tits erect and bursting through her thin white cotton blouse, she wondered whether that was really possible.

Down below in the car, the General patiently waited. He was 100% certain that the bitch would come out and join him. The way she had responded to the fucking inflicted on her the other day indicated to him that such a whore would not refuse the opportunity to sample some more big dick. Especially when he knew how little her husband could offer her. And her husband, Frank, was in for some more humiliation, the General thought to himself. For sitting in the driver’s seat of the limo was Katie’s husband, Frank…

Frank was shaking with fear, and not a little anger. How had he ended up here, outside his own house, waiting to collect his wife so she could be fucked by the General? To answer that question, you had to go back a few hours in the day….

Frank and Katie had agreed that he would continue to work for the Platinum Club until he got a new job and was free of the hold of Jack, his boss. Well, today, when he got into the office, Jack told him that there was a crisis at the Platinum Club and Frank’s assistance was urgently required. The General needed him to be his driver for the day and to help out at a crucial meeting. He was downstairs waiting and Frank was to join him immediately.

Frank, at the time, was actually not too disappointed by this. In effect, his boss was telling him to leave work early, go and drive the General’s car in order for him to collect some tart who, no doubt, would then be ordered to perform some sort of degrading act for the General and other members. That was certainly better than staying in the office all day.

Once he got to the car and met the General, who was dressed in full military uniform, he informed him that his trusted driver had been taken sick and they needed a member of the Platinum Club to help step in. Indeed, he was going to collect some bitch who was required to “help” him close an important deal he was negotiating for the government. Since the kind of “help” that was required was not the kind you could normally find from a government employee, the General just couldn’t ask for a Ministry of Defence driver. Only someone from the Platinum Club could be trusted. Hence the call to Frank and, since he was the most junior member, it fell to him to perform this rather demeaning chore. It was as Frank had suspected and it did not initially bother him.

That was of course until the General told him who they were going to collect. It was Katie, Frank’s wife.

Frank froze with fear on hearing this awful news. How could this be, he asked himself? Katie had promised him that she would remain faithful. That was part of the deal. And yet here she was agreeing to see the General again and be his whore. His heart sank in a wave of despondency.

The General refused to allow him to stand there and dwell on things for too long. Time was precious and he was eager to get his hands on Frank’s wife again and to humiliate him in the process. So he immediately ordered Frank to put on a Ministry of Defence uniform, which was in the front of the car, gave him Katie’s home address, which of course he already knew, and ordered him to drive.

In the same sleepwalk state that Frank had found himself in during the photo shoot, he dressed as ordered, climbed into the car and set off. At first he thought his wife would inevitably discover that he knew what was going on, since she would see him driving the car. But one of the first things he noted when he got inside was the blacked out dividing mirror which separated the driver and the passengers. The General explained, during the journey via the intercom, that this was especially designed so that the driver could look in at the back but the passengers could not see the driver. Gave an element of privacy to the passengers but still complied with new security measures.

Once they arrived at Frank’s house, he was ordered to reverse into the driveway rather than drive head on. The General told him that he wanted the bitch to enter into the car as quickly as possible without alerting any of the neighbours. It also meant that the bitch would not see Frank sitting in the driver’s seat, which was far more important than maintaining Katie’s dignity.

So this is how Katie’s husband found himself, with the General, waiting to see if his wife would enter the car with all the inevitable consequences that would follow. As they both waited, Frank desperately hoped that his wife would not emerge, that she would stay in their home and save their marriage. So, with that in mind, he closed his eyes and silently prayed that she would not appear…

Of course, a few feet behind him, the General hoped, no expected, a different outcome.

Who would be right?

The General, of course.

As he had confidently predicted, only after five minutes of waiting, the door to the car opened and in entered Katie, dressed exactly as she had been ordered to and nervously licking her lips at the prospect of what was to follow.

“Do come in my dear and make yourself comfortable.” The General said, as she sat herself down in the deep black leather seat next to him. And as she did, her micro mini skirt rose up her delicious thighs revealing, to the General’s greedy eyes, all of her legs. As instructed, she was wearing brown stockings with white suspenders, which were now clearly on display to the General’s hungry eyes. Katie made no attempt to cover herself up, indeed she crossed her legs exposing more of the lovely flesh above the tops of her stockings. The General licked his lips as he devoured her young body. “Driver, let’s go!” he then barked to Frank.Frank, who had been previously been given directions to the General’s country retreat, set off.

Frank could not believe it, his bitch whore of a wife was betraying him. Again. And he was being forced to be party to this heinous act of. Of course, he could stop the car and confront Katie, but if he did that he would lose his job and no doubt his wife. And despite her betrayal, somehow he still wanted to keep her. He knew what this made him, but by driving his wife to her fate told its own story. As such, he looked back into his rear view mirror to see what the General was doing to his wife.

The General had calmly placed his old big hand on to one of Katie’s young, delicate legs and was slowly moving them up to the tops of her stockings where there was a nice expanse of naked flesh. The General took a minute or two to savour their beauty. She was his. And he could now do as he pleased.

“So, you decided to come.”

“Yes, Sir,”

“What made you change your mind? You seemed so reluctant on the phone. Worried about your husband?”

“Y-yes.”

“Why? Open your legs.” He ordered and Katie obeyed without hesitation or question, immediately uncrossing her legs and spreading them wide open for the General. The General’s hand immediately went to her inner thigh and started to stroke her. His hand was now just inches away from her wet pussy.

“I love my husband, and I don’t want to hurt him. This is wrong, b-but I couldn’t help it…”

“Why couldn’t you help it Katie? Why, if you love your husband so much, are you here, alone with a man old enough to be your father, dressed in a way that he could not possibly approve of?”

“Oh, General, please. P-please don’t talk to me like this. I am here, isn’t that what matters? Oh, General…” At that moment, his hand had moved over to the young wife’s pussy and he had started to rub her clit through her thong. “Oh, General, Sir, oh that feels good…”

“Then answer the question, bitch, or I will stop. Why are you here with me?”

“B-because I want to feel your giant cock again, Sir. I want to be fucked again by men who know how to fuck me, Sir… Oh that feels good, I am so wet. I am so hot…”

“And you can’t get that from your husband, can you Katie?” The General had now managed to insert two fingers into Katie’s dripping wet pussy and the bitch was beginning to pant like a dog in heat. “No, no General I can’t. I can’t.”

“And are you willing to betray the man you love for some big cock? Take your jacket off and open your shirt. I want to see your big married tits, you dirty whore.” As ordered, she unbuttoned her jacket and removed it. She then unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her shirt and opened the folds to reveal two beautiful naked breasts. All the while, the General had kept his fingers up her throbbing cunt, fucking her gently.

“Yes, Sir, I am willing to betray my husband to fuck you and any other cock you order me to. Oh, Sir, I need it so bad, I am a whore who craves big cock. Oh! Oh! Oh…”

The General looked over at the panting whore. She looked so alluring, with her legs spread wide, her shirt open revealing her big tits, which shook deliciously as she panted in response to his delicious fucking. “Yes, you do need to be fucked. You do need to be treated like a whore. And there is no time like that the present for you to fulfil your destiny. So, I want you to kneel between my legs, take out my cock and suck it until I cum down your throat, you dirty bitch.”

The General, to Katie’s regret since she was close to cumming, then removed his fingers from of the bitch’s cunt, leant back, spread his legs and waited for his bitch to follow his orders. As he did, upfront, thanks to the General leaving the intercom on (deliberately of course), Frank had been able to listen in to every word as his wife made her terrible confession. Strangely, he felt nothing other than being turned on. Seeing his wife submit to the General so easily and quickly and how she had dressed for him (she would never wear an outfit like that for Frank) made his dick hard in anticipation. He now knew that he was a nothing more than a sad cuckhold and, as such, eagerly awaited the next stage in his bitch whore of a wife’s degradation.

Katie, meanwhile, effortlessly slid on to her knees and crawled over to kneel between the General’s spread legs. The back of the limo was plush and big so there was plenty of room in which Katie could perform her whore like duties.

The outlines of the General’s massive cock were already visible through his army trousers. Wasting no time, she unzipped him and removed his enormous 11 inch erect cock. It sprang out with force and slapped her across the face.

“First, I want you to lick and suck my balls, bitch.” Katie immediately lowered her head and started to lick his enormous sack. As she did, she kept her hand on his big cock, gently rubbing it. At that point, the car had come to a stop at a red traffic light. The passengers did not have to worry if anyone outside could look in as all the windows were tinted black. Frank, however, took this opportunity to look back so as to get a better view of his wife performing fellatio on another man’s balls. He could not see much because the General was facing him (he was grinning intently) but he got a good view of his wife’s rear.

Kneeling between the General’s legs and licking his balls meant that Katie had to thrust her delicious ass out. Of course, wearing a micro mini was useless in protecting her asss and all of her beautiful young bottom cheeks, framed by suspenders and set off with a white g-string, was on display to her husband. Her breasts hung heavily down out of her open blouse, and they swayed back and forth as she serviced the General’s giant balls. It made a beautiful spectacle to the watching cuckhold which, but for the traffic light changing from red to green, he could have happily enjoyed for a good while longer. As he drove off, he continued to watch his wife’s unfaithful activities via the rear view mirror.

“Now, lick my cock, you whore.” Once more, Katie obeyed her Master. As she did, the General looked down and marvelled at how quickly he had been able to turn this young, religious, conservative wife into a cock sucking loving whore. He thought about how young she was, and how innocent she had been until she had met him. Indeed, at 21 years old, she was as old as his youngest daughter. Of course, the General thought to himself, his daughter was no a whore. [Of that he was sadly mistaken, as all will eventually be revealed in the forthcoming story, “The General’s Daughter] Indeed, he had never been averse to fucking his daughter’s friends, even when they were as young as 16.

As he pondered how he loved the flesh of young women, Katie was happily applying sweet, girly kisses all over the General’s big, ugly cock. It was so big that, when she rubbed it, her hand could not clasp it fully. She also noted her big, shiny, diamond engagement ring which contrasted sharply with the cock that she was holding. It reminded her of her marriage and loving husband.

Oh poor Frank, she thought, she loved him so much, he was so sweet, so tender, but he could never treat her like a dirty whore. And she needed to be treated like a whore, like a bitch whose sole purpose in life was to make her body available for other, bad men. Thankfully he had no idea that his wife had become such a big cock loving whore…

“My dear, do you like Daddy’s cock?” It was the first time that the General had ever referred to himself as “Daddy”, but thinking about the age difference and his own daughter, he thought it appropriate. In turn, Katie instantly liked the idea since she recognised the gulf in age between the two and the fact that such an old man could take advantage of someone so young, well it made it all the more wicked.

Rubbing his cock and looking up at him, with those innocent, baby blue eyes, she replied, “Yes, Daddy, your little girl likes your big ugly cock. Do you want me to suck Daddy’s cock? Do you want your little girl to suck Daddy’s cock until you cum down her naughty mouth? Is that what you want, is that what you want your naughty girl to do?”

The General was now panting with delight at how quickly the bitch was prepared to follow his lead. “Yes, my dear, suck Daddy’s cock. And if you are a little good girl and suck it properly, there will be more treats for you…”

And with that, Katie opened her mouth and immediately swallowed half of the General’s great big cock. “Oh, yes, that’s it bitch, suck Daddy’s big cock. Suck it good. You know you want to. That’s it, suck it all the way down, you dirty bitch.” Katie immediately obeyed and lowered her mouth over the General’s 11 inch monster so it completely entered her young mouth. The General then placed his hands on the back of her head to gently guide her up and down. Not that she needed much guidance, such a proficient cock sucking whore she had become. “Oh yes, look up at me, look up at Daddy when you suck his cock. That’s it. Oh you poor thing, you are crying, I take it my big old ugly cock is causing his little girl to cry. Do you want to stop? Do you want to stop sucking your Daddy’s big cock because it is making you cry?”

It was true, the enormity of the beast that poor Katie was being forced to serve caused tears to swell up in her sweet innocent eyes and to fall down her lovely cheeks. Of course none of this meant that she wanted to stop trying to please her Master. So, taking the cock out of her mouth and looking up at the General, she replied, “No, Daddy, I don’t want to stop serving your big cock. Please Daddy, please allow me to suck you off until you can take your pleasure in your little girl’s mouth. Then I promise to swallow all of your naughty spunk. Please Daddy. Please…” And, to emphasise the point, she planted numerous girly kisses all over the enormous plumb of his dick.

“Yes, dear, suck Daddy’s cock until he cums. Oh yes, suck me hard, you dirty little fucking whore. That’s it, take all of my cock, squeeze my balls… Yes! Yes! You are serving Daddy’s cock well…”

For the next few minutes all Katie did was to suck on the massive member and to gently massage the General’s big old balls. The General meanwhile just leant back in his seat and allowed poor Katie to do all the work. It was her duty, after all. And she performed it well. Very well, in fact, for it did not take too long for the old man to reach his climax.

“That’s it bitch, suck my cock. Suck it all, you dirty whore. Daddy’s going to cum in your mouth and you are going to swallow it all for me. Aren’t you? Aren’t you? Oh yes! Oh yes! Daddy’s cumming. Daddy’s cumming. Oh, Daddy’s cumming, ahhhhhh…” And Katie, as ordered, swallowed every last drop of the General’s copious spunk.

Just a few feet away from Katie, her husband was having difficulty concentrating on the road, such was the excitement being generated behind him. In his rear view mirror he could see the effort his young wife was putting in to sucking the General’s cock. Of course, she had never, despite his numerous requests, sucked his cock.

She had been a cock sucking virgin until a week or so ago when she was forced to suck the General. Now she looked like she was becoming quite the expert. And as the General came down his wife’s throat, Frank almost crashed into a car in front of him. He was shaking with excitement watching his wife perform as a whore and he was close to cumming himself. He hoped that, with the General having taken his pleasure in his wife, he would be given a little respite and be allowed to concentrate on the road.

Meanwhile Katie continued to milk her Master’s cock for a good minute or so after he came, ensuring that every last drop of his precious fluid entered her young mouth. Once all the spunk had been drained from his mighty sack, the General put an end to things. “That’s fine my dear. Please, come and sit here and rest for a while. You have performed admirably for someone so young, and so inexperienced in the arts of pleasing a man.” He was now playing the role of a “kind old uncle” rather than the domineering evil Master, which Katie was more familiar with. Katie got up and sat down next to the General. “Make yourself comfortable and take a little rest, it must be hard work sucking on such a big cock. It always amazes me how you girls manage to do it, keeping such a big cock down your throat for so long. It really is good stuff.

“Now, we won’t be getting to my country retreat for a little while yet so I suggest you make yourself comfortable. First, why don’t you take your hat off, you must be quite hot in all that clothing…” The General was being a tad sarcastic since the bitch was hardly wearing anything at all. Nevertheless, Katie took off her hat and loosened the pin which held up her long blonde hair in a bob and let it fall down over her shoulders. “Good. Now, I think you should probably keep the rest of your clothing on… Yes, still keep your shirt open for me so I can see and have access to your big married tits. My, they are lovely, aren’t they. What size are they?

“34-DD”. Katie whispered.

“Yes, so big, especially for such someone so slender. I must say, you do have the body of a porn queen, and other attributes to match. Tell me, do you enjoy sucking my cock?””Yes, Sir, I do.” She replied without hesitation.

“Don’t call me “Sir” when we are in private. When we are alone, always address me as “Daddy”; but when we are with others, always address me as “Sir”. Do I make myself clear?” The General’s dark fantasies were being revealed to Katie. His penchant for young girls and being their “father figure” were all too apparent, but for Katie, also all too appealing!

“Yes, Daddy. I understand”.

“Excellent. Now, be a good little girl and fix your Daddy a drink. I need a little break before we proceed any further. Get me a whisky, ice, no water.” Katie was now being asked to be his waitress as well as his whore. For any normal, self respecting housewife, this humiliating treatment would be all too much. But Katie just obeyed and crawled over to the other side of the passenger seat where there was a mini bar, TV, phone and all the other luxuries that one would expect to find in an expensive limo.

As she started to fix her Master’s drink, the General just sat back and watched as his bitch performed for him. She had to kneel like a dog and that allowed him to get a perfect view of her delicious young arse, framed by the deceptively innocent white suspenders and g-string.

His mind then wondered to what Frank made of this all. He was sure he would have being playing close attention to his wife as she blew him off. What must he make of her now? She had never sucked his cock, yet she was quite prepared to go down on another man. It must have been humiliating beyond anything the General had experienced. The General knew that the two of them had tried to patch up their marriage, but despite Katie trying to be a good wife, clearly her love for Frank was no match for the General’s cock and the way he treated her. Treat then rough, keep them keen. Never was a truer word spoken, the General thought, smiling triumphantly to himself.

He himself was married into the aristocracy where his wife knew her place and duties — she was to provide him with children and to be the perfect hostess. Whilst never explicitly discussing it with her, he took it as red that a man of his position was entitled to gratify his perverse needs outside his marriage. And that his wife had to accept that. (Not that she had any real choice).

Of course Frank did have a choice, of sorts. The General was curious to know to what extent a man would be prepared to watch his wife becoming a whore. Admittedly, had he intervened, his career at his bank would be over. But the General was of the opinion that a real man would have intervened. Judging by Frank’s display today and previously, the General knew that he could do whatever he wanted with his wife with no consequence.

As the General mulled over this happy turn of events, Katie returned with his drink. She sat down and handed it to him. The General took it without offering a word of thanks or even a hint of gratitude. As he drank away, he picked up the phone, dialled a number, and proceeded to make a business call, all the while refusing to now even recognize Katie’s presence.

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Katie in turn looked on lovingly at her cruel, ruthless Master, who was happily drinking whiskey and discussing business. As he drank away, it only reminded her of how thirsty she was, especially after blowing him off and drinking his salty cum. Yet she had not dared to make herself a drink as the General had never given her permission to do so. Her needs were completely irrelevant and this cold, brutal treatment of her only made her want to please him even more.

With this in mind, Katie decided to expose all of her stocking clad legs to her Master. Shifting in her chair, she hitched her skirt so far up that it came to rest around her waist, not only did this reveal all her legs, it meant that her naked bottom was in direct contact with the leather sweat. She then spread the folds of open shirt even wider so that all of her big tits were on display. She then crossed her legs, placed her hands demurely on her lap and sat back, waiting for the General’s next command, happy in the knowledge that she had done all she could to show off her young body to this old beast.

The General, noticing what Katie was doing, looked over and finally acknowledged her. He smiled at what he saw. Katie was looking at him, with that desperate needy look of a whore in heat. She was displaying her body in a desperate bid for attention. He saw that her tits would wobble up and down in response to the movements of the car. She was some whore.

Not to disappoint her, the General placed one of his hands on her legs and gently stroked her flesh as he carried on with his call. The bitch would get his full attention shortly, but business was business.

Thirty or so minutes passed and the General was still on the phone and was still happily stroking her leg. Every now again her had fondled her shaking tits but he was happy, for now, just to stroke her legs. The car had moved off the motorway and they were now driving down a narrow country lane. They were clearly not too far from the General’s country retreat. Finally, he finished his call and took one last gulp of whisky. Putting his glass down, he once more turned his head and looked over at Katie. He was now ready to continue sampling the delights on offer. Smiling at her, he eyed her up and down in an approving manner. He was ready to give her his full, undivided attention.

“Tell me, my dear, why do you enjoy sucking my cock so much?” He asked, grinning from ear to ear. The General had decided to engage in a spot of verbal humiliation, he always liked his bitch’s to openly admit to being a whore. Some of them found it more difficult than the actual act in question. It added to the intensity of the occasion and made them even more submissive and compliant. By speaking out loud to what they are and what they were doing, it invariably drove them on to further acts of depravity. Of course, in this instance, it had the added benefit of humiliating her husband who was listening in via the intercom.

In response, Katie just looked at him nervously. She did not want to answer the question. Like those other women, admitting out loud that she was a whore was proving to be difficult. Seeing that Katie was finding his interrogation tough, the General slyly moved closer to her, putting one arm over her shoulder in a deceptively comforting manner, and using his other hand to fondle her big married tits.

She looked at him in the hope of some respite. Part of her was thankful for the attention on her horny body, the other part of her wanted him to cease humiliating her further by forcing her to confess to being an unfaithful cock sucking loving whore. The General however said nothing, fully confident that the bitch would answer. And of course he was correct. Katie knew she had to obey by answering him truthfully and honestly.

Licking her full red lips and, with her big baby blue eyes looking directly into his, she whispered, “Oh Daddy, I like sucking your cock because it is naughty, and I know it pleases you so much.”

On hearing this, the General laughed. She may have found it difficult, but at least she was being honest. “Yes, it is very naughty, isn’t it? Do you suck your husband’s cock like you suck mine?”

“No, Daddy, I have never sucked my husband’s cock before. The only cock I have ever sucked is yours.” Katie replied, licking her lips and looking ever so innocent, all of which did not fail to go unnoticed by the General.

“Why do you suck your Daddy’s cock and not your husband’s?” The General was now starring into the young wife’s eyes with a scary intensity. He was just an inch or so away and poor Katie was panting with excitement at this aggressive, lewd interrogation.

“Daddy, I suck your cock because you order me to. I suck your cock because you treat me like a whore and dominate me in a way that my husband can’t. I suck your cock because it is so big and so powerful… I don’t suck my husband because he has never forced me to… Oh Daddy, you treat me like such a bitch, I can’t get enough. Daddy, is there anything else I can do for you? Is there anything else I can do to please your great big cock? Oh Daddy…”

Katie was delirious with desire and was panting like a dog in heat. The General’s rough mauling of her breasts had only furthered that forbidden desire, as did the gentle nuzzling of her neck as the General, for the first time ever, started to kiss her. He was surprisingly gentle and tender, which contrasted sharply with the rest of his behavior. In response, and without any prompting from her Master, Katie’s hand reached out over towards his groin and she once more took out his cock from his army pants. It was still relatively flaccid but nonetheless still quite big and Katie’s dainty little hand started to gently rub it in order for it to once more regain its strength and power.

The General moved from kissing her neck and started to kiss her cheek, slowly moving towards her mouth. As he got closer, he found her mouth open, she was panting loudly. Katie was desperately hoping that he would kiss her properly and display, for the first time, some proper show of love and tenderness. Sadly for Katie, the General did not kiss her and instead, his mouth remained a couple of centimeters away from hers, tantalizingly close but not close enough.

The General, of course, never had any intention of kissing her. That would have displayed a level of care and love that was inappropriate in current circumstances. She was there to solely serve his base pleasure, not for love and care. For that, he went home to his wife and dog. Not to his whore.

So, remaining just a few centimeters from her panting mouth, with measured assuredness but still speaking in a gentle, soft tone, the General said. “There is something I want you to do for me.” He then paused for effect. Katie was still breathing heavily. Naively she thought he was about to ask her to kiss him. She briefly imagined how passionately she would kiss him, and how she would tenderly stroke his face when she did, just like she would with Frank.

“Yes, anything Daddy, anything…” She replied, looking lovingly into his cold eyes, desperate for some flicker of emotion.

Of course, none would be forthcoming. “I want you to continue to rub your Daddy’s cock until it gets hard and then I am going to fuck you. And do you know where I am going to fuck you? I am going to fuck you in your arse, you dirty little bitch…”

Poor Katie let out a loud gasp in shock and horror. This horrific, crude request was, for Katie, totally unexpected and brought the poor girl right back down to earth. She realised then, in that second, that she would always be his whore, his piece of meat, to do with as he pleased and any ideas of being anything else was just a flight of girlie fancy.

She then had to make a split decision. Should she concede her bottom to her Master, or refuse? She knew that a “no” from one his whores would be unacceptable. And to remain in his circle of depravity, a “yes”, to whatever he ordered, was a strict necessity. And Katie still so desperately wanted to remain in the circle of depravity. For that to happen, she knew she would have to sacrifice her bottom.

At the same time as the General made his request, the car made a sharp swerve as Frank also reacted to this unexpected turn of events. Frank knew that Katie was still a virgin in her tight little bottom and that she wanted it to remain that way. He had, of course, asked her numerous times if he could fuck her there but she had always vigorously turned him down. But of course things were slightly different with the General…

Meanwhile the General had moved his face away from Katie’s and leant back into his seat, picked up the phone and started to dial away. The man was so confident, so Machiavellian, that he did not even bother to wait for a response. His wish was his command and he fully expected the poor girl to yield her tight, young virgin bottom to his big, old, ugly cock.

Katie’s hand meanwhile remained where it was, nervously rubbing the General’s member in preparation for her bottom. She found that she could not remove it from this beast, despite every sensible bone in her body telling her not to allow this animal to enter her tight, virgin arse. But that sensible part of her died a week ago in the General’s studio. Her pussy had now taken over. That is why she was here in the car, rather than at home making her husband’s dinner.

As such, her hand continued to gently move up and down as she helped this evil man get ready to fuck her ass. Copious amounts of the General’s pre-cum began to be spurt out and cover her little hand, which in turn caused a squelching noise. A few weeks ago, performing this act would have been unthinkable. Yet here she was, semi naked, in the back of a car with a man she barely knew, a man old enough to be her father and with whom she was happy enough to refer to as “Daddy”, rubbing his cock in order for him to be able to bugger her. It was madness!

The General had started to talk on the phone and it had become clear very quickly that this conversation would not be about mundane military matters. “Yes, I am on my way, we should be there shortly. Yes, yes, she is with me. What? Yes, she is good. Very good in fact.” He smiled as he looked over at the terrified bitch. He could see the fear in her eyes and this only made his dick harder. Clearly being buggered was something that she had not envisaged.

“What has she done? Well, so far she has sucked my cock and she did that very well. Her pussy? No, but I am about to break her ass in, I think that should be more useful preparation bearing in mind what is likely to follow today.” And as her “Daddy” spoke about her as if she was some horse that was being prepared for a show event, she felt that he was taking even more control over her young person. The fact that he felt able to demean her in such a cruel and horrible way, to a man on the phone that she did not even know, said to her that this man knew no bounds when it came to cruelty. And she was willing to take it. Perversely, for the poor bitch, this also happened to be a real turn on…

“Yes, she is rubbing my cock in readiness for some ass fucking. Yes, I am sure the Ambassador and his friends will appreciate her. They are still coming? Good. Good. She will be a useful asset in the negotiations. A useful asset indeed… Just hold the line for a second…

“Katie, my dear, why don’t you be a good little girl and come and kneel between my legs… Yes, just as you did when you sucked my cock… Good… Good… Now, this time I want you take your big married tits and wrap them around my cock… That’s it, you are going to tit fuck me… Rub your tits up and down my big cock… Excellent, you are a natural. Have you done this before? No, oh my, a tit fucking virgin. Beautiful. Beautiful…” As Katie tit fucked her Master, she noted the contrast between her beautiful, tender young tits and his big, ugly old cock.”Yes, yes, don’t worry. The bitch will do exactly what I tell her to do. Are Claire and Alice there yet? Good. Make sure they dress up as ordered… Yes, stockings, suspenders and no bra. And give Claire a good spanking, she always loves it…” Katie heard the name of the other girls and wondered who they were and what the General plans were? She was not allowed to dwell on it too long since the General had taken hold of her head and was guiding her mouth towards his cock. “Suck my cock, bitch, make it nice and wet. Remember, this will be going up your tight ass in a few minutes so you want it as slippery as possible. Yes. Yes, that’s it, suck it hard you dirty whore…

“God, this bitch is good. To think she was just a normal housewife a few weeks ago and just look at her now; on her knees, in the back of my car, sucking my cock in order for me to bugger her senseless. Remarkable… What’s that? Yes, I will make sure the bitch screams! Ha! Ha! Anyway, we are almost there so I need to take her now. Will speak to you shortly…”

The General hung up and looked down at Katie who was frantically bobbing her head up and down, clearly she too saw the benefit of lubricating his cock as much as possible. “Driver, there is a farm lane just up on the right, slow down and pull in… Yes, just in here. Pull in… Just park the car up against this hedge… I am just going to fuck this bitch and then we can be on our way…”

Frank slowed the car down and pulled up so that he was parked up against a huge hedge. The car was now no longer visible from the road. And even if a farmer or walker came up to it, whilst they could see the driver, they would be unable to see anything that was going on in the back due to the blacked out windows.

As he turned off the ignition, he looked behind through the dividing glass to finally properly see what was going on. And still there was no urge on his part to intervene. In fact, Frank removed his erect 5 inch pecker and gently started to rub it. The sight of his poor wife, kneeling subserviently on her knees, sucking another man’s cock in order to help him anally fuck her, well, it was all a little too much for the poor chap.

Meanwhile, in the back of the car, the General grabbed Katie’s head, by pulling on her blonde hair, and yanked her head off his cock. With the car now stationary, it was time. “My dear, Daddy’s now going to fuck you in your ass. So, be a good girl, turnaround, get on all fours, arch your back a little so that I can see your delightful little anal hole and get ready to be buggered.”

Katie looked up at the General in utter fear at what he was asking her to do. For a couple of seconds she did not move. She reviewed her options, obey and get ass fucked. Disobey, here, where there was no where to run? He could still take her regardless. So, in almost a trance like state, as ordered, she slowly turned around, shuffled on her knees a couple of feet forward, lowered herself down so she was on all fours, dipped her back and thrust her bottom out until she felt a rush of cold air on her anal opening.

As she slowly and innocently presented her young, married bottom to the General for him to fuck it, she thought to herself that this was more than any straight forward fucking. This was much more. For Katie, this was rape.

She had not asked to be buggered. She did not want to be buggered. She was being forced, against her will, to be buggered. The fact that she had got on to all fours and presented her bottom to her Master was, for her, irrelevant. What else could she do? Alone in a car, in an isolated back country lane with the General and his driver, there was no escape. She had no choice but to comply. Had she refused, the General could have no doubt taken her bottom regardless. So, technically, she was right, this was rape. anal rape, the worst possible kind.

As Katie waited to be raped, her head was now just inches away from the dividing screen between the passenger side and the driver’s. Since it was just a mirror on her side, and she could not see through, she assumed that the same applied for the driver and this would afford her a level of privacy. She would have been horrified to learn that, not only could the driver actually see everything that was going on, but, more importantly, the driver was her husband whose face was now just inches away from his unsuspecting whore of a wife.

Frank pressed his face up against the glass to feel closer to his wife. Still she could not see him, all she saw was the reflection of a horny bitch, licking her lips and panting like a dog in anticipation of having her bottom brutally raped. And Frank had no intention of intervening. He wanted his wife to be anally fucked. He wanted her to be taken as roughly as possible. For him it was a win-win scenario, she got to feel pain, which Frank felt that she deserved, and he got to feel pleasure, watching his wife in pain by taking a huge cock up her ass. It was quite something for a husband to feel this way about his wife. How did it ever come to this?

As Frank mulled over this question, the General made his move and of course her “rapist” had no compassionate feelings towards his victim. She was there for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. He did not bother to worry himself with the ethics of all this. Her consent was of no relevance to him, all that he had to concern himself with were with the considerable needs of his mighty cock. And at this moment, hic cock required her bottom, notwithstanding her clear reluctance to offer it to him. If that made him a rapist, so be it. He had raped before, and would no doubt rape again. A bitch’s sole purpose in his life was to satisfy his needs. Anything else, they could get from their loved ones.

As such, the General calmly lowered himself off his seat so that he was kneeling behind his poor victim’s bottom. He looked down at it and marvelled at its flawless perfection. It had an innocent charm to it, the way it was framed by frilly white suspenders. Its innocence and virgin status, and the fact that she was being forced to offer it to him, just made him appreciate it even more. He placed his hand on one of the cheeks and tenderly stroked it. It felt so smooth and girly.

He then noted the g-string that still lay snugly within the valley of her bottom cheeks. It was easy to miss, it was so tiny. And whilst its purpose was purely for his pleasure (no woman ever wore them for comfort), he now felt that it was no longer required, indeed he made a mental note to himself that in future, when in his presence, she would not be permitted to wear any underwear of any description, other than stockings and suspenders.

A bitch should always wear these items to please her Master, but her pussy, ass and tits should always be readily available to him. So, grabbing hold of her g-string with both hands, he violently ripped it off causing poor Katie to scream out loud. He then dropped it on to the floor. For Katie it represented a white flag of surrender as her conqueror looked to take her bottom.

The General then took hold of his big cock and started to slap her cheeks with it. “My dear, do you want me to fuck you in the ass? Do you want me to bugger your poor little bottom?”

Katie turned her head to look at the General. The look of fear was radiating out from her. Naïvely though, she still thought that there was a chance that he could spare her bottom and, as such, she wanted to make a plea to him for clemency. “No, Daddy, p-please, don’t fuck me in my bottom. P-please, take my pussy instead. Your cock is too big. I don’t think my little bottom can take it. It will hurt me so much, p-please, Daddy, please take my pussy instead…”

“And Katie, would it make you happy if I took you pussy instead of your bottom?”

“Oh yes, Daddy! Oh yes!” Katie screamed back.

The General was of course playing with the poor young girl. He wanted her to plea for mercy. He wanted her to beg for him to stop. But he had no intention of stopping or of doing anything other than fucking her bottom. Her pleas only added to his dark pleasure. Indeed, the more she pleaded, and the more he let on that there was a chance of escape, the greater her sense of disappointment would be when the General finally entered her ass. And of course, the greater his sense of delight for the General that he had been so cruel with her.

He said nothing in response to her pleas and just carried on stroking her ass, looking down at its beauty. It would not be long before he would be taking it, he thought, but he could wait for a little while more.

Katie foolishly thought that she was making progress with the General and he could spare her bottom after all. So, sweetly and innocently, looking up at him with those big, blue eyes, which now had tears swelling up in them, she pressed on with her girly, naïve pleas, not realising how much they actually added to her attacker’s dark pleasure. “Daddy it would please me greatly if you fucked my tight little married pussy! I know your cock is so big and it will hurt my pussy, but you have not fucked me there yet. You can take me there! And when Jack did, I did so enjoy being fucked by a real man… You see, I have never had a big cock in my pussy before Jack. Frank was the only one I had… Oh Daddy, please. Please….”

The General just gave her a sweet smile, it was almost one of kindness. Poor Katie, not yet fully understanding how the Generals mind operated, carried on. “And Daddy, I think my little pussy is still very tight. My husband has never been able to fuck me properly there, but I know you can. I know you can treat your little girl like the whore she so desperately wants to be. Oh Daddy, fuck my pussy. Fuck it hard…”

The General stopped smiling and started to lightly spank her bottom cheeks. He wanted them red for what was about to follow. “You really do want me to save your ass, don’t you bitch?”

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A tear trickled down poor Katie’s cheek. “Yes, Daddy, I do. Please don’t fuck me there, I don’t want it. Anything but that, please…” She replied, in all sincerity.

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“Are you saying that if I anally fuck you, it will be against your will?”

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More tears, more sense of desperation,. “Yes, Daddy, oh yes Daddy, it will be against my will. P-please Daddy, don’t do it. Spare me…”

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“Are you then saying that if I were to bugger you, I will be raping you?”

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Katie had now turned her head back towards the front of the car and was starring at her reflection and that of the huge, towering presence of the General who, kneeling behind her, had a stern look of evil determination as he continued to spank her bottom. Each firm, crisp spank alternated between each beautiful, young, innocent cheek. She realised that her chances of surviving were rapidly diminishing. The look in his face as he spanked her was of a man determined to take whatever he wanted to.

But whilst she contemplated her fate, she found that the spanking, just as it had done in the film studio a week or so ago, was making her pussy soaking wet. This, despite the genuine fear she had of been anally raped. It was a strange contrast in feelings and one that she found difficult to explain. Was rape a turn on for her, she wondered?

“Are you then saying that if I were to bugger you, I will be raping you?” The General asked again, but this time louder and sounding annoyed that she had not responded immediately. His spanks also became that bit harder.

Still no answer as she pondered his question. Was this actually rape? Technically it was, if she refused entry. And she was refusing. Clearly she did not want her bottom fucked and the fact that the General was so obviously teasing her by asking her about being raped, meant that he liked the idea of raping her. This would fit in with the nature of the man. His penchant for very young girls and domination could easily progress into a fantasy of rape. Especially anal rape.

And had his attitude triggered in her an unexpected, dark fantasy? She actually had never previously fantasised about being raped. But alone, in a secluded country lane, where no one could help her, with a man as powerful, domineering and cruel as the General, on all fours, semi naked and having her bottom spanked, perhaps that was changing all that? After all, her pussy was now dripping wet. True, that was partly in response to the spanking, but she also felt that the prospect of being taken against her will could well have been a major contributing factor to her horny state.

She also realised that in order to please the General (and deep down that is all that mattered to her) she needed to respond truthfully to his cruel interrogation, which meant, whilst admitting that she did not want the General to anally fuck her, she could not however let on that she was turned on at the prospect of being taken against her will. After all, no rapist wanted his victim to consent.

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“Answer the question bitch!” The General growled.

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So, Katie answered the General honesty, and in a manner that would appeal to him. “Yes, Daddy, it would mean that you are raping me. I don’t want you to fuck my tight little married bottom, so please, Daddy, don’t rape your little girl. Don’t rape her poor little bottom. I don’t want to be raped. I want to be a good little girl. I want to be your good little girl but please don’t rape my bottom…” Katie could now hear the General pant in excitement. His spanking was getting harder and harder in response to her desperate pleas. Clearly Katie was correct and the General was turned on by the prospect of raping this young, innocent girl.

And as the spanking continued unabated, Katie wondered how many girls he had raped before, just like this, in his car, in a dark, secluded country lane, or in a secluded part of town, where no one could hear the screams? She also wondered what the driver made of it all and if he ever partook in these activities, thus making it a gangrape? She groaned at the prospect…

In fact, the General’s usual driver was sometimes offered a piece of whoever the General happened to be fucking — a bonus for years of loyal service. But not today. Not when the piece of meat in question was the wife of the driver! Frank was actually frantically rubbing his cock, utterly turned on at seeing his wife being readied for the inevitable anal assault. He had fantasised about raping her anally. Many times. He just never had the balls to pull it off. Unlike the General, who he was fast beginning to admire.

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“Yes, bitch, it would be rape. But do you think your Daddy cares? Do you really think he cares about what his little girl thinks?”

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“Oh yes Daddy, I hope he does care because his little girl so wants to please him with her mouth and her tight little pussy…”

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“So please Daddy, allow you little girl to please him. Take your little girl’s little married pussy. Oh Daddy, it belongs to you, it will always belong to you… Ooh, Daddy, p-please be gentle ” Katie’s pussy was getting wetter as her pleas were becoming more desperate and as it became more apparent that she was going to be anally raped.

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“Ouch Daddy! Ouch! You are spanking me too hard. P-please Daddy, go easy on my poor bottom. Don’t spank me so hard, don’t rape my bottom. Daddy, please, please fuck my little pussy… Oh Daddy…”

The General ignored her and continued to punish her poor bottom. After a minute or so, having turned her bottom a deep shade of red, the General suddenly stopped. All that could now be heard were the sounds of deep heavy breathing emanating from the both of them.

The General looked down and, seeing her beautiful bottom so wonderfully abused, and the way she had pleaded with him not to anally rape her had turned him on to such a degree that he could barely contain himself. His heart was pounding away and, for a man in his 60s, had he not been in supreme physical condition, the excitement could have easily caused a heart attack.

Meanwhile for Katie, the pain radiating from her reddened ass and the impending anal rape had turned her into a panting whore of a dog. She was still terrified at the prospect of being buggered, but at the same time the prospect of anal rape had caused a burning sensation in her pussy.

It was a few seconds before the General finally spoke. It was time. “Bitch, your feelings are irrelevant. You should know that by now. Your body belongs to me, for me to do with as I please. You will dress and do exactly what I say and your opinions are neither sought, nor required.

“So, why don’t you be a good little girl, reach back, take hold of your Daddy’s cock and place it at the entrance of your ass. You are now going to be anally raped.” The General could barely get his words out, such was his excitement. Initially, Katie did not move. She was slightly shocked that the General was asking her to be complicit with his rape. He thought that he would, and should, do everything himself. But then she realised that this was all part of him humiliating her and making her his subservient bitch.

As such, Katie knew that she had no choice but to obey. She knew that rape victims rarely had choices. So, with a little reluctance, but still prepared to fulfil his fantasy of rape, she reached back with her right hand and took hold of his rock, hard cock. When she held it, she thought that she had never felt it so hard before. It felt like a rod of steel. Clearly rape was the ultimate turn on for this animal. Then, shaking with fear, she placed the mighty head of the beast at the entrance of her tiny anal opening. Once she had done that, the General replaced her hand with his and took over. Then, with much force, he forced the head of his cock up her ass.

She was now being anally raped.

And as the General burst through the poor bitch’s tight sphincter, Katie let out a huge scream as hot flashes of pain cursed through her young body. “Agggghhhhhhh, take it out! Take it out! It’s too big! It hurts! Ooooh, Daddy, please, take your big cock out of my bottom. It hurts! It hurts!” The General’s response was one of supreme indifference for all he did was to slide a further 6 inches of his 11 inch rod into the young wife’s tight rectum. “Daddy! Stop! Stop… it is too much, p-p-please, Daddy, stop raping my poor b-bottom. It hurts! It hurts! Daddy, your little girl is in a lot of pain… please take your big cock out of my little bottom, p-please…”

As she spoke, she turned her head back to once more stare at the General. Tears were streaming down her face as she felt her bottom being ripped wide apart with the General’s rod of steel. She looked so beautiful in that desperate, pleading state. And it took a man of complete ruthlessness and indifference to ignore her pleading, baby blue eyes.

And the General was such a man and in response, all he did was to lean forward, grab her big tits, which hung heavily down from her slim body, and, shock of shocks, kissed her panting open mouth for the first time. Her mouth accepted the General’s tongue as it swilled around her mouth. She was still panting with fear but managed to respond to the General’s surprising act of affection by seeking out his tongue with hers.

As they kissed, the General mauled her big tits, roughly pinching on her nipples, but he took this opportunity to slide the remaining five inches of his cock into her tight anal channel. As he pushed his way through with some considerable force, poor Katie let out a muffled scream. Once the General had reached his target of 11 inches of big cock in her virgin anal channel, he stopped kissing her, straightened up and looked down at her poor bottom.

“That’s it bitch, take it all! Take all of Daddy’s big old cock in your tight young ass.”

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The General’s familiar pattern of punishing his victim as she was forced to submit to his evil will continued unabated.

Katie meanwhile was experiencing pain that she had never thought possible. “Aggghhhh, Daddy, p-please! Take it out! Take it out! It hurts. Oh my God, it hurts so much. Your cock is too big, it is splitting my poor bottom. Daddy, p-please…”

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“You want me to take my cock out of your bottom don’t you? You want your Daddy to stop buggering you, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, Daddy, I do, I do! It hurts, it hurts, your cock is so big. Please take out! Please stop raping my poor bottom…” Katie replied, in genuine pain.

Of course her desperate pleas only inflamed the General’s passion further as he slowly started to withdraw his mighty cock from her anus. Katie, for a brief, foolish moment, thought that the General might be actually listening to. But, when only the head of his cock remained in her, in one brutal thrust he rammed the remainder of his huge cock back in to her tight bottom. “Yes, bitch, I am raping your bottom, so take that you dirty little whore!”

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“Oh Daddy, p-please stop! You are buggering my little bottom. Ooh, Daddy, you are raping my poor bottom. Oh! Oh! Oh!”

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He then started to slowly fuck the poor girl’s ass, all the while spanking each cheek. Katie could do nothing other than remain dutifully on all fours, bottom pushed out fully available for him to rape. And the General did just that, raping her bottom, devouring her delicious, tight married cheeks. He could not remember a time when had had felt his cock so hard nor a bottom so tight.

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Spank! Spank! Spank!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

That was all that happened for a few minutes. Brutal anal fucking and spanking. And it did not take long before her ass began to adjust to being forced to serve so much big cock and, as it did, the General quickened his thrusts, eager to derive as much pleasure as humanly possible from this evil form of sexKatie meanwhile was just staring at herself in the mirror, which also served as a divider between the passenger side and driver’s. And the reflection she saw would have shocked any normal, self respecting middle class wife: what she looked at was such a respected middle class wife, but that’s where any sense of normality ended since she was on all fours, her shirt was open and her bra-less tits were shaking back and fourth; her skirt was bunched up around her slender waist, revealing all of her ass, which was deceptively framed by frilly white garters attached to a white garter belt and which held up brown stockings; her beautiful face was in a constant state of shock; tears were streaming down her face and her mouth was wide open screaming out were the words “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

Katie could also clearly see the source of her distress, the General; she was able to look at this huge old brute of a man, fully dressed in a British army General’s uniform, his 6 ft 3 frame towering over her Petit body and who was violently thrusting in and out of her little bottom, raping her; his face had a look of pure evil determination about it and was covered in sweat, which was now dripping off his face and he was constantly spanking her, punishing her bottom as if being anally raped was not punishment enough.

And whilst Katie may have been experiencing pain that she had never previously thought possible, the General, of course, was experiencing the exact opposite: pleasure that he had never once thought possible. For Katie’s ass was, quite simply, the tightest hole he had ever fucked. And he had fucked some holes in his time. It was so tight that, at first, he feared that it would rip the skin of his dick off.

But it soon opened up allowing him to cruelly fuck her. And boy did he fuck her. His look of evil determination was actually one of pure pleasure and, so immersed was he in fucking her, the only thing that mattered to him in the world at that particular moment was her bottom and the pleasure it was giving him. There was nothing else he could focus on. He did not care for, one second, of the pain that he was causing her, his pleasure was all that mattered.

And he spanked, not because of any general desire to spank a naughty wife’s bottom, (which he often did), but because he genuinely wanted to punish her. And why did he want to punish her when she was allowing him to anally rape her? Because he knew that, whatever may happen in the future, he would never experience pleasure like he was experiencing at that moment. No woman could ever come close to possessing a bottom as tight as this bitch’s.

And even if he fucked Katie’s arse again (as no doubt he would), he knew it would never be quite as good as the first time. So he wanted to hurt the bitch, for not only giving him the greatest fuck, but also because he knew that once you reach the summit of the highest mountain, everything else would be a disappointment.

Of course, this kind of treatment would repulse most normal women. But not our Katie for, after a few minutes of pure anal fucking and spanking, something began to change in her. Something she never thought possible. She began to enjoy being buggered. The change in her stemmed from the fact that the big cock in her bottom had ignited in her hidden, perverse feelings that she never knew existed.

And as her ass felt like it was going to be ripped open with each thrust, her pussy started to get wet. This in turn led to a change in response and, in no time, gone were the howls of protest and instead, what started as a slow murmuring of pleasure, turned into groans of approval. “Ooh, ooh, yes! Yes! Fuck my bottom harder. Oh! Oh! That’s it, Daddy, rape my bottom. Rape my bottom with your big old cock. Oh, Daddy, you are so strong…”

Katie found herself saying these things without thinking. Indeed, one wondered if she knew what she was saying, such was the combination of pain and pleasure that she was experiencing. It was actually the perfect combination for any whore.

“You like it bitch, don’t you? You like me raping your bottom, admit it, you dirty whore!” The General said, delighted that the bitch was taking to be anally raped (they all did). He then grabbed hold of poor Katie’s blonde hair and yanked her head back in order to inflict more pain on to her poor, young person.

“Ouch! Oh Daddy, be gentle, be gentle…. Oh Daddy, you are fucking my bottom, you are fucking my bottom. Oh God yes, yes! You are fucking my poor married bottom! Oh God, that feels so good…”

Of course, her “Daddy” was now doing no such thing, for any notion that Katie did not consent to being anally fucked had well and truly gone out of the window. But she still wanted to continue with the fantasy of being “raped” since she derived so much pleasure from it. And she felt the General did also.

“Yes bitch, I am “raping” your bottom, but you love it, don’t you? You love being dominated by your Daddy. And by his big old cock. Admit it you bitch! Admit it!” And as he spoke the last few words, he spanked and fucked the poor wife even harder, causing her to scream out.

“Ouch! Oh, Daddy. That hurts! Oh, that hurts. Oh! Oh! Oh!”

“Admit it bitch!”

Spank! Spank! Spank!

“And take that, you dirty whore. ” Spank! Spank! Spank!

“There, take all of Daddy’s big old cock in your dirty, married arse.”

Spank! Spank! Spank!

“Come on, bitch, admit it! Tell me how much you love Daddy raping your virgin ass!”

Spank! Spank! Spank!

As the General fucked and spanked her harder, this caused poor Katie to come to the brink of an earth shattering orgasm. But just before she got there, she finally admitted what the General already knew. “Oh yes Daddy, harder! harder! I love that big cock up my poor little bottom. Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck me, Daddy! Spank me, Daddy! Oh, I have been such a naughty little girl. Oh, Daddy, I have been a naughty girl… That’s it, fuck my bottom! Fuck my bottom! Fuck my bottom… Spank me! Spank me! Oh, God, Daddy, I am cumming. Don’t stop, I am cumming…”

On hearing this, the General could not help but to cum too. He wanted to delay the inevitable as long as possible, in order to continue to savour her bottom. But upon hearing the young wife’s dirty confession, he could not help but to empty his sack into her ass. “Aggggghhhhhhhhhh, you bitch, take my spunk in your ass, you dirty little whore. Aggggggghhhhhhhh…” And he came, emitting copious amounts of hot warm spunk up her once virgin rectum, filling her completely.

And Katie’s poor husband, sitting just inches away from his panting wife, also came. He came over his pants whilst he watched another man cum in his wife’s ass…

The General sat back in his chair, exhausted from anally raping poor Katie. He took out a hanky from the breast pocket of his army jacket, mopped the sweat off his face and looked over at her. Katie had dutifully remained on all fours, waiting for her next order, wondering what further act of depravity the General had in mind.

The General meanwhile sat back and marvelled at Katie’s poor abused bottom, his spunk could be seen dribbling out of her anal hole down on to her stocking clad legs. Anally raping a poor bitch was hard work these days, he thought, especially as one got older. And it was rare to come across a bottom of such beauty and perfection (although we are about to hear about a few other women who possessed beauty that was arguably on a par with Katie).

As a result of this bitch’s beautiful ass, the General’s dick refused to go soft. Despite having already cum twice in the bitch’s body, the General still craved more. And, bearing in mind what was in store for Katie later that day, the General realised that he may not get another chance to sample her young body. For today at least that is. As such, he needed to avail of every opportunity to abuse her.

For a minute or so, he gently rubbed his dick as he looked over at the poor bitch.

Meanwhile, Katie, on all fours, could still look into the dividing mirror that was directly in front of her. She could see the General sitting behind her, legs spread wide, smiling as he masturbated. She knew then that her body was still required. She shivered, both in fear and desire for, whatever he asked her to do, she would have no choice other than to obey.

After a few minutes, the General finally spoke. “Bitch, come over here and kneel between my legs.”

Katie turned around so she was facing the General. Looking up at her Master, in the fashion of an obedient dog, she crawled over to where he was sitting. She stopped when her face was just inches away from his groin. She then sat up and placed her dainty little hands on his splendid pole, replacing his, and gently started to rub him.

“Daddy, what do you want me to do now? Do you want to fuck my little pussy. Do you want to fuck your little girl’s tight pussy?”

Katie assumed that, having already taken her arse and mouth, the General would want the complete set of holes and would want to take her cunt.

The General looked down at the poor bitch, noticing her tits shaking up and down as she rubbed him off. She was licking her lips, no doubt excited about the idea of having her tight pussy stretched by his enormous weapon. But the General had other ideas. Other dirty ideas. He was tired from anally raping her and had no desire to do any further work. He could of course ask her to sit on him and ride him cowgirl style.

He would like that, he thought, watching the bitch fuck him, her tits bouncing up and down as she gave herself the pleasure she so desperately sought. However, her needs were of zero consequence to him. He thought it much more fun if she was forced to suck his cock after it had been up her ass. The General was fond of a little ass-to-mouth action and, often when fucking a girl’s ass, rather than cumming in her bottom, he would remove his dick at the crucial moment and shove it down her mouth, forcing the girl to taste her ass as well as his cum.

It was the kind of depraved action that was fitting for a man of his stature.

“No, bitch, I am a little tired, so whilst we make our way to our final destination, I would like it if you gave me a little oral relief. So, be a good girl and suck my cock until I cum, you delightful whore. Oh, and be quick about it, we are only 10 or so minutes away and I need to cum before we get there…

“Driver, let’s go.”

And with that, the General sat back and waited for the bitch to perform her whore like duties.

Katie initially looked up at the General in shock and horror, her eyes pleaded with him for some mercy. She did not want to suck his cock after it had been in her bottom. That was disgusting and taking the depravity to a new level (again). However, when she saw his grinning face and look of pure evil satisfaction, she immediately knew there was little point in arguing with her Master.

So, licking her lips, she innocently whispered, “Yes, Daddy, as you wish…” And with that, she opened her mouth and allowed his massive dick to enter her mouth and in the process, for the first time in her young life, she was able to taste her ass…

The General smiled in delight as the bitch performed her duties. He looked down on her and gently patted her head, just as he would when one of his dogs at home came up to him for some affection. And as his dick once more began to rekindle those warm feelings of desire, the General contemplated how well things were going. Not only had he anally raped this bitch in front of her pathetic husband, without even a murmur of dissent, she was now willing to follow it up by sucking his dick. There could be no doubt, if there had been any before, that she now belonged completely to him. And that was good, on so many levels. Good for his dick and good for business…

Good for business because, in an hour or so, he was set to meet some important dignitaries from a rich, African oil state who were interested in completing a lucrative arms deal. Naturally the General was receiving a big kick-back (all illegal of course) from the arms manufacturer and, to help facilitate the deal, he was hoping that Katie’s young body would help smooth the negotiations.

It was actually a huge deal with a lot of money at stake and many people from this African nation would be turning up since this was also the day they expected to close the deal. To precipitate the signing, the General was going to sate these men’s gross sexual appetites by offering them some succulent, white female flesh as an appetiser. However, he correctly figured that one piece of young white meat was insufficient for all these men, so he needed more. That was why he had invited Alice and Debbie along to the meeting.

Debbie Mills was a 36 year old knock out young white housewife and mother. She happened to be the split of the porn goddess Jane Darling. Like Jane, Debbie had a beautiful, angelic face, long blonde hair, lovely large pert breasts, size 34-D and a body to die for. But whereas Jane had blue eyes, our Debbie’s were beautiful, hazel brown. She also exuded class having been born into one of London’s wealthiest families, was always well turned out (she only wore the most expensive of clothes) and socialised within the top echelons of British society.

Alice was an 18 year old beautiful schoolgirl. She too was an image of a porn goddess, Keri Sable. She had a stunning face and long blonde hair and, like Keri, slim in all the right places. The only difference was in the breast department, whereas the lovely Keri has lovely Petit tits, Alice’s were big and were the same size as Debbie’s at an impressive 34-D. For someone so young and so slim, it was an impressive achievement.

And both Alice and Debbie were already at the General’s country retreat, two gorgeous young women, with bodies to die for, waiting to service him and his business colleagues.

And that wasn’t the only link between the two, for in addition to being the General’s whores, Debbie happened to be Alice’s mother!

Both mother and daughter were completely unaware that the other was at the General’s house, they had been carefully kept apart, secluded in separate rooms, waiting for their orders. And the mother at least had no idea that her young, schoolgirl daughter was a whore for big cock. Indeed she would have been mortified to discover what her daughter had become.

As Katie continued to vigorously blow the General, conscience of how little time she had to satisfy him and terrified of the consequences if she failed, he took out a cigar from his pocket and lit up. Puffing away, he looked down at the poor wrench, who was once more being forced to perform a disgusting sexual act on his person and thought back to a couple of months ago when he managed to fulfil, what is still a fantasy for most men, the legendary mother and daughter combo…

The Mother’s Story

Debbie Mills became a mother at a very young age, 18 to be precise. She had fallen in love with a young boy, Justin, who was of a similar age. They had met whilst going to church. One thing had led to another and, despite both knowing better, they had sex. Just the once, but it was enough.

Debbie’s parents were horrified to learn of her pregnancy, but, since they were strict Roman Catholics, an abortion was totally out of the question. So, despite being part of England’s upper class where teenage pregnancies were generally unheard of, Debbie was told that she would have to forgo her place at Oxford University and instead have a baby. Any social fall out could be dealt with, it was secondary to the needs of the unborn child and the will of the Lord.

So, rather then take her place at Oxford, Debbie stayed at home. University may have not been on the agenda, marriage however was and, just a few months before she gave birth, Debbie got married to Justin. Three months later, Debbie gave birth to a lovely baby girl, Alice, and as her parents were rich, they happily provided moral and financial support to the young couple and their granddaughter.

They settled down and, bucking the trend for teenage marriages, theirs was, and still is, a very happy one. They loved each other very deeply and adored being parents to young Alice. Their marriage was further helped by Debbie understanding, and allowing Justin to pursue his lifelong ambition to go into the army. And, with her father’s connections, a place at the most prestigious army school in England, Sandhurst, was secured. So, at the age of 18, off he went to pursue a career in the army where he still is and has risen up the ranks to Major.

Meanwhile, Debbie gave up any chance she had of going off to university and having a career of her own by staying at home to look after her daughter, Alice.Years passed, Justin continued to excel in the army and was being rapidly promoted. Debbie carried on caring for Alice and the lack of a career of her own was soon forgotten as, ever so slowly, England’s snobby society allowed Debbie back in, especially when, several years later, her friends got married and started having kids of their own.

As she mixed, once more, with the British social elite, she began to get involved with the type of work that was commonplace for rich, bored housewives, namely charity work. And, as a devout churchgoer (she attended church at least twice a week) she ended up doing a lot of work for them, helping out with various high profile projects. Along with caring for her daughter, this kept her busy but, as time progressed, she still found herself still strangely unfulfilled.

It was not that she didn’t enjoy caring for her daughter, or helping out with the Church, it was just that she felt that she had a different calling in life to one of just being a rich, glamorous housewife who helped doing the Lord’s work.

And this feeling remained with Debbie as the years passed and grew in intensity as Alice got older. Alice, who when she was younger relied heavily on her mother, had come to rely on her less and less as she got older. In addition to being stunningly attractive, Alice was also a very sensible, level headed girl thanks, in a large part, to her mother’s upbringing. Like her mother, Alice was immersed in the teachings of the church and, having seen what had happened to her mother, she was determined not to make the same mistakes by straying into the path of evil temptation. As such, she had always stayed well clear of male contact, much to her mother’s approval, and was determined only to date one man, her future husband, whoever that might be. She also excelled at school where she was determined to do well and was well on her way to go to Oxford, eager to achieve what her poor, unfortunate mother was unable to.

Debbie’s situation was not helped by the long periods of absence of her loving husband, Justin, who was sent off to fight in Iraq and Afghanistan in Bush’s “War on Terror”.

So, as her daughter became ever more self-reliant, her husband hardly at home and her charity and church work, whilst fulfilling her social and moral conciseness, failed to hit the spot with what she truly wanted, poor Debbie remained unfilled with life.

The only problem was what was it that Debbie needed to make her life fulfilled? That was the question that remained unanswered.

With this question remaining in the forefront of her mind, it was during one of Justin’s long tours of Iraq, and a couple of weeks before Alice’s 18 th birthday, that Debbie came across an advert in a magazine she was reading : “Attractive girls required for exclusive modelling assignments. All ages welcome. Pays well. Please send photos to…” Debbie stopped and looked at this.

Normally she wouldn’t pay any attention to it, she would have thought it a scam to lure women into the porn industry. However, this ad, for some reason, sparked something in her and aroused her attention. For starters, it appeared in one of the more expensive magazines you got in London that was primarily bought by London’s well-to-do ladies, such as herself. Also, the ad was placed in the same section that was advertising Cartier, hardly a cheap option for some sick scam.

Debbie looked long and hard at the ad, at the bottom there a company crest and the whole thing just looked too legitimate to be a scam, she thought. Maybe Debbie could alleviate some of her boredom by trying out a spot modelling?

It was not the first time that modelling had crossed her mind as an option. Indeed many times people had suggested it to her as a career since she was quite the stunner. As mentioned, being a blonde beauty with the body of a porn goddess meant she was sure to be in big demand. But modelling was generally discouraged in London’s high society. Already she had been a teenage mother and being a model on top of that was almost certainly going to be met with disapproval from her friends, parents and especially her husband. Justin was a conservative at heart and very possessive of her, he would not like her delicious body to be on display to photographers and the general public.

But set aside all that was poor Debbie’s yearning for a purpose in life. Modelling could perhaps achieve that, it was after all a career which would allow her to display her obvious talents. It was also something that was hers, hers alone, and which did not conform strictly to the norms of conservative society that she was so heavily immersed in and which she was now finding a little constricting. Perhaps this was what she had been waiting for? Pursuing an academic or professional career was now too late.

But maybe she was always destined to use her other talents, her looks and body to fulfil her needs. Maybe this was what God had intended all along and that was why, now, when her daughter was old enough, and her husband was far away, that she had seen this ad? Maybe it was all preordained that, at this stage of her life, when she was at the peak of her beauty, she would become a model and bring joy and happiness in other people?

Debbie still had no idea how much joy she was actually going to bring to the lives of some very wicked men.

So, with her husband safely out of the way fighting a war in Iraq and unable to influence her decision, with much excitement Debbie made the momentous decision to send in some photos of herself to the address indicated on the ad. And as she prepared the envelope for posting, for the first time she noted the name of the club. The Platinum Club…

[For those readers who don’t know what The Platinum Club is and how it operates, or who need a reminder, please read “A Whore is Born Ch1” for a detailed explanation]

It was a week or so before she received a reply. They were interested! Debbie was delighted. She had been beside herself with excitement ever since she had sent in her photos, desperate for some indication that her body would meet with satisfaction. She eagerly read their reply. First, to make sure they were both comfortable with what each other had to offer, a first round of interviews was arranged; nothing formal, just coffee in a five star hotel. Very civilised, Debbie thought, and nothing improper in what they were suggesting.

Unsurprisingly, with the body that Debbie possessed, she passed this interview and was asked if she was willing to attend a first photo shoot a few days later. Debbie, readily accepted their offer, delighted that finally, she was at the beginning of her own, exciting career. And the fact that she was pursuing her modelling career surreptitiously behind her family’s back, made things even more exciting.

The first shoot went well. At the shoot there were four men, three of whom were middle aged and fairly non-descript looking, whilst the other was a tall distinguished looking gentleman. His slim, tall physique was in stark contrast to the average, portly look of the other chaps. He went by the name of Jack.

Jack did all the talking and instructing. The others remained studiously silent, rarely saying anything, allowing Jack to take complete control. She was asked by him to model a number of outfits however she noted that whatever she was asked to wear, the lingerie and footwear, although that changed with each outfit, essentially remained the same: very high heels (no less than five inches in height), stockings, suspenders, suspender belt, high-cut French panties and a tight, see-through bra. She found this a little odd, it almost seemed like it was The Platinum Club’s uniform…

However Debbie did not object and actually enjoyed wearing the lingerie. These were high quality, expensive items (all Italian design bought from the shop, La Perla) and so it was natural that she would feel comfortable wearing them. And the other items were all expensive designer clothes. But the other thing she noted was that the outfits progressively got more and more revealing as the shoot went on. So much so that, by the end of the shoot, she was asked to model a short, tight, black mini skirt, hitch it up, so the tops of her black stockings and suspenders were revealed and was then asked to lean forward so that the cameramen could look down her top and take pictures of her delicious cleavage.

All of this she did without hesitation, for Debbie immediately fell in love with her new career. Not only did she feel excited by modelling, she found it strangely fulfilling that, the more and more of her body that she was asked to reveal, the more she enjoyed it. Indeed, by the end, had they asked her to reveal a little more, she would have been quite willing to do so.

She was paid for the shoot and was asked to turn up again. Naturally she agreed, delighted that her body had met with these men’s satisfaction.

The next shoot was on a Sunday. She arrived after church and was still in her church outfit which always consisted of conservative Channel, just the type of outfit you would have expected someone like Jackie O to have worn. When she arrived, she found waiting for her the same four men. Jack once more did all the talking and she was immediately ordered to go to the dressing room where her outfit was waiting. She found that Jack was much more business like and firm with her than last time. She seemed to like it. When she entered her changing room, Jack went next door to watch her dress via the secret two-way mirror.

When Debbie got inside, she found that the outfit she was being asked to model was much more revealing than anything she had modelled previously. It consisted of a one piece little black dress, black stockings, suspenders, g-string and bra. The dress, it if could be described as a dress, was ridiculously short, just about covering her pert little ass. That was of course until she put on the 5 inch black heels when she found that the bottom of her ass would be visible whenever she walked. Of course the net effect of all this was to also reveal the tops of her stockings and suspenders.

The bra was a little tighter than the ones she had worn on her first shoot, so much so that it refused to contain her big tits. Her nipples, which she strangely found were erect, kept on popping out of her bra. She thought that it was ok since she would never be showing her breasts to these men.

Once she was ready, she looked at herself in the mirror, licked her lips and admired her reflection. She could not remember the last time she looked so alluring and sexy. Normally she looked classy and sexy, but now she just looked like sexy. In fact, she looked like a sexy little tart, one of those women who dressed when they were determined to land a man on a night out. No, not land a man, but fuck a man she thought.

She noted how her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of her dress. There was nothing she could do about that. She momentarily toyed with the idea of wearing the padded bra that she had worn when she arrived, but she instantly dismissed the idea. It would not be what Jack wanted.

She looked down, the dress exposed virtually all of her long, slender legs, which were wonderfully toned by the five inch high heels. The tops of her stockings were visible, even more so whenever she took a step forward.

She then turned around to have a look at her wonderful little arse. God it looked great in this tight, little black number. She should dress up like this more often she thought, it was just a pity that her husband preferred her to look conservative rather than sexy. Maybe she could dress up like this when he wasn’t around, she mischievously thought…

She then wondered how her bottom would look with a g-string on. You see, Debbie had never worn a g-string before. When she had previously modelled for the Club, she had been given only high-cut French panties. She wondered why the change today? Maybe it was more fitting with this sexy dress?

Regardless, she was curious to see how they would look. So, with much excitement, with her ass was facing the mirror, she reached back to lift her little dress up. She then saw that her ass, lovingly framed by her pretty, frilly black suspenders, was virtually naked since the g-string had disappeared between the valley of her cheeks. Her bottom looked quite beautiful, she said to herself, and she told herself off for previously never wearing a g-string.

Prior to today, she had found them too uncomfortable and her husband, bizarrely, did not like them. Also, she thought they were a degrading item of clothing that ignored the comfort of the wearer and solely concentrated on the pleasure it would give a man. She was fortunate enough to be married to a man who respected her enough not to insist on her wearing such a degrading item.

But now, looking at the way the piece of string nested snugly between the valley of her cheeks, she marvelled at the way this cunning invention drew the viewer’s eye to the valley of a woman’s ass, thus making them focus on each perfect cheek. It was in fact more revealing than wearing nothing at all.

And for some reason, here, alone with these men in this film studio, wearing a g-string was taking on a whole new meaning. She felt almost liberated, like her body was fulfilling its destiny, what that ultimate destiny was, she couldn’t be sure. All she knew was that by dressing like this, for these men and in particular Jack, her life somehow felt right, more complete. She then wondered whether she would have to reveal her bottom? She dismissed the idea, they probably just wanted to her to wear one in order not her panty-line not to be visible through the thin dress.

Not wanting to keep Jack waiting any longer, and anxious to resume her modelling career, Debbie made her way back into the studio. She was slightly nervous with how she looked but she was still determined to model for them in her new, sexually liberating outfit.

She need not have been nervous since, when she emerged, all the men were perfect gentlemen. At first, there were just three of them, Jack was still absent, they all complimented on her looks and told her that it was rare to come across a model of such outstanding natural beauty (as was indeed the case). After a minute or so, Jack emerged, coming out of the room next to her changing room. He had a content look about him (he had just wanked himself off as this young beauty had, without knowing it, stripped off for him), when he saw her, he blatantly eyed her up, much more so than the others, and licking her lips, told her she looked stunning.

Pleased with the response, Debbie resumed her modeling career.

At first, they just took pictures of her modelling the dress, first standing and then sitting. However, whatever pose she adopted, she always revealed the tops of her stockings and sometimes the flesh above. Jack then asked her walk back and forth, just as a catwalk model would. As she did, she found that in her heels and short dress, with each step, the bottom of her dress would flap up, revealing all of her legs and sometimes the bottom of her ass. This was even more so when Jack asked her to twirl when turning around. As Debbie did this, she felt that the men were taking pictures solely of her ass.

Before she could dwell on this, Jack decided to take things one stage further. When she got to the end of the room, when she was away from the cameramen, he asked her to stop walking, turn and face them and then take the straps of her dress off her shoulders so that the top of her bra could be revealed.

Things were now being escalated and understandably she was a little nervous by this. She looked at Jack, about to protest. But she could tell, by the look in his eyes, that it would be pointless. She consoled herself by the fact that he had not actually asked to her reveal her breasts so, ever so carefully since her nipples were pointing out from the top of her tiny bra, she lowered the straps of her dress.

Once her dress was at the top of her nipples, a few more pictures were taken. She was asked to look seductive, which she did, and once more she felt fine.

However, it was not too long before Jack wanted more and he asked her to lower the dress down a touch further.

Debbie now, for the first time that day, refused an order. Silently, and nervously, looking at Jack she shook her head.

Jack asked her why?

She did not reply, too nervous and embarrassed to explain.

He asked again, but this time a little more forcefully.

Still silence.

Jack once more spoke, but this time, before he did, he took a few step forwards so he came to stand a foot or so away from the poor wife. Why was she unwilling to display her bra to him, he asked? (He knew the reason since he had secretly seen her dress and knew that the bra was way too small for her massive 34-D tits).

As Jack towered over the Petit Debbie, she felt compelled to answer and to answer honestly. The atmosphere in the room had gone from convivial to relatively hostile. Jack’s intimidating presence was not helping the situation, nor was the heavy breathing of the other three men as they waited for her to reveal her tits.

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So, in a desperate plea to stop this from happening, she told Jack that her bra was too small and as such her breasts and nipples were popping out. Debbie was mortified that she had to admit this. She went bright red and expected laughter from the men.

Instead Jack looked at her, in a kind, fatherly manner and told her that it was all ok. The men here were all professional and had photographed many a beautiful naked woman before. He understood her concerns, she was a relative amateur in all this and if she wanted to walk away, no problem.

When Debbie heard this, a wave of relief flowed through her. But this was short lived for by “walk away” she took to mean “walk away” from nude modelling but continue to model fashion but. So it was shocked when Jack curtly told her that her services would no longer be required if she was happy to stop things now.

Why? She desperately asked.

Because, a model had to be flexible. Do you think the likes of Kate Moss and Naomi Campbell have never shown their breasts? Jack asked her. For him, for there to be any mileage in her continuing to model, she would have to be prepared to reveal all of her body. They were not perverts after all…

On hearing this, Debbie realised the awful dilemma she was in. If she was to remain in Jack’s employment and to continue to find purpose in her life, she would have no choice but to reveal her breasts, and everything else, to Jack.

She looked down, still quite embarrassed and gently nodded her head in agreement. Then Jack took another step forward so he was even closer to her, he gently placed his big hand on to her slender shoulder and told her that everything was ok. Most models got a little nervous when they first had to reveal their breasts to strangers. And then, before waiting for a reply, he moved his hand from her shoulder, down her arms until it came to the strap of her dress which Debbie had previously lowered. He then peeled them down and off her arm. He repeated the process with the other strap. Then he moved his hand towards the top of her dress and pushed it down. In a matter of a second or two, her glorious big, married tits were revealed to his hungry, greedy eyes. Finally a man, other than her husband, was able to revel in their beauty.

Once the dress was around her waist, Debbie looked down at her tits which were now completely hanging out of her bra. She saw that they were rising up and down as she breathed heavily. She was truly terrified with what was happening to her and more so because she was allowing it to happen. She noted that her nipples were erect, hard and angrily pointing up towards Jack. She knew that they had never been so hard before. She then looked up at Jack, who was looking down at her, smiling, happy with what he had just accomplished.

As Debbie looked up into his cold, confident eyes she was both astonished and impressed by Jack’s confidence. This man exuded a presence that she had never experienced before. Whereas Justin was kind, gentle and caring, this tall, confident man had a brutish self-confidence about him that she found oddly attractive.Jack then took a few steps back in order to take some pictures. He remained directly in front of her and thus continued to impede the other cameramen’s view. As the obvious leader, he could do as he pleased. And as he clicked away, Debbie remained where she was with her dress around her waist and with her enormous married tits hanging out of her useless bra. Her face was now bright red and she was still terrified. But the whole experience was curiously making her feel hot inside.

She found that revealing her breasts was actually quite exciting. She had not expected this. Yes, she was a little embarrassed, she had been concerned that a seasoned professional like Jack would not be impressed with the goods on offer. But once he started taking pictures and the way he so obviously zoomed in on her chest suggested that her body had met with his approval. And Debbie found herself desperate for Jack’s approval. And when she realised this, when she realised that she was pleasing Jack, well her pussy seemed to get a little wet…

As the poor wife’s body began to respond to the situation, Jack told her to put her hands behind her back. She found that this was not a request, but an order and she found herself instinctively obeying,. Although this inevitably meant that her tits would now be thrust out even more aggressively, it did not prevent her from doing what she was told. As she complied with her latest order, the men behind Jack could wait no more and they spread out from behind him in order to get a clear shot of this young housewife displaying her body.

All the men continued to take pictures for a couple of more minutes as Debbie continued to thrust out her lovely tits. Then Jack decided to move things on. He told her to walk over to a chair, which one of the men had moments before placed in the middle of the room. She was stand so her back was facing the camera and was ordered to stop a few feet away from the chair.

She was then ordered to lean forward, place her hands on the back of the chair and to spread her legs. Debbie immediately realised what effect this pose would have. As she would bend down, her tiny skirt would rise up revealing her g-stringed ass. Also, her tits would hang heavily down and, with her legs spread out, it would be quite an obscene pose, not one which Kate Moss or Naomi Campbell would be familiar with. Of that she was sure.

As she hesitated, Jack repeated the order. She had to make a quick decision. Do what Jack had told her and continue with her fledging modelling career; or walk out with the result that she would carry on being a dull old housewife for the rest of her life. She so desperately wanted the former and she quickly rationalised that, since these men were professional and, despite the pose being a little risqué, still no real harm could come from this.

So, ever so slowly, she leant forward and placed her hands on the back of the chair. As she did, she felt her skirt rise up and she knew that they could now see the tops of her stockings, suspenders and much of the creamy white flesh above. Then she shuffled her feat so that her legs were spread. She could feel her dress rise up that bit more, so much so that cold air could be felt on the lower curves of her bottom.

Jack then they asked her to thrust her bottom out. Once more she obeyed and when she did, at least half of her naked exposed cheeks were on view. She knew that the g-string she was wearing and which nestled snugly between the valley of her young married cheeks, was utterly useless in protecting her bottom from the eyes of these men.

Still, the demanding Jack was not satisfied and she was ordered to reach back and lift her skirt up so that all of her bottom would be on display. At first she hesitated and her mind wondered to her husband and what he would make of all of this: here was his wife, alone with men she barely knew, legs spread wide, bottom thrust out for their cameras, her naked tits hanging down in all their glory and being ordered to reveal her married ass to them. She knew how horrified he would be.

But this did not stop her and, instinctively, she reached back with her trembling hand and followed Jack’s orders. Something was making her do this, she figured, and it was not the sensible part of her brain.

She moved the dress up so that it rested on the top of her back, and moved her hand back to the chair so that the men had an unimpeded view of her perfectly formed ass which was lovingly framed by her black suspenders. As she did, she could hear their cameras furiously click away and the men breathing heavily. Her body was having an affect on them. At this, she was happy. And her pussy got wetter.

And as the cameras clicked away, she began to ponder why her body was reacting like this, with a view to somehow rationalising her slutty behaviour. She thought to herself that it had been so long since she had seen or had any physical contact with her husband that now, alone with these men, her body was beginning to react in a strange way. It was reacting in a way a wife’s body should react when alone with her husband.

But this was not right. This was wrong.

Behind her, as these hot feelings started to curse through her, the cameramen were greedily devouring her ass and tits by taking pictures from all angles. One of the cameramen asked her to thrust out her ass a little more for them. Naturally she obeyed.

Jack spent most of the time taking pictures in front of Debbie, it seemed that he had taken a fancy to her big tits and, when he asked her to look all alluring by licking her full red lips, she did so without hesitation.

After a few minutes of this, during which she continued to feel hot and to enjoy the men’s attentions, Jack finally asked her to turn around and straighten up. When she did, her dress was still bunched up around her waist.

Jack again decided to take things a step further. He asked her to remove her dress completely from her body. This time, she obeyed and without hesitation. Once her dress lay in a puddle by her heels, she daintily stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor.

She looked down at it and realised its symbolic significance to her. Her crumpled dress represented the flag of surrender for her old conservative life and victory to a new and exciting life as a model for The Platinum Club.

Now just dressed, in her heels, stockings, suspenders, g-string and bra, she presented a stunning display of womanhood to these old, perverted men. And judging by the sounds of their heavy breathing, her body had met with real satisfaction. She realised then that her modelling career had entered a new, exciting phase, one where firstly she was confident to stand as she was, displaying much of her body and, secondly, when she knew that her body was capable of causing much pleasure in other men. And this pleased her greatly.

As she stood there, confident in herself, more pictures were taken. She was asked to put her hands on her hips, to look sexy and provocative, which she did to perfection. As the cameramen continued to move around her, the sound of the cameras clicking, away and the flashes of light made her feel like a real model. And even a star. Still it was just Jack who gave the orders, telling her to look into his camera, smile, blow him a kiss, lick her lips. As she obeyed every one of his orders, Debbie was loving every minute of the attention bestowed upon her.

And as Debbie was feeling like a supermodel, she could hear another order from the ever domineering Jack. It was for her to turn around and slowly remove her g-string. In the haze of light, and totally immersed in her excitement, this seemed like a perfectly reasonable request. (Five or so minutes ago, it would have been met with horror, such was the rapid transformation of this young lady).

So, as ordered, she turned around and once more her lovely arse was facing the cameramen and then she slowly began to peel down her g-string. As she did, Jack called out to tell her to, at all times, keep her legs together and straight, which she did, knowing full well what kind of view this would present to him. Once the g-string lay by her feet, and she was fully bent over, it suddenly dawned on her that her pussy was now also fully on display. Her married pussy. A married pussy that she had never shown to anyone other than her husband and it was now on display and being photographed. She almost came…

Jack told her to remain in that position, bent over, arse and pussy all on stunning view and tits hanging down. More pictures were taken. She could look behind at the cameramen and could see them frantically clicking their cameras. She also had a perfect view of their groins and noted that each of the men was sporting a hard on. She had caused that. Again she almost came.

She then saw Jack walking a few paces towards her, stopping just a foot or so away. He was now able to get an even closer view of her perfect bottom. He took one or two more pictures. The others had stopped since he was in their way and all that could be heard was the sound of the Jack’s camera clicking and his heavy breathing. Then, totally unexpectedly for Debbie, Jack reached out with one of his hands and placed it on her bottom and gently stroked it.

“Perfect.”

Was all that he said. And this brought out a gasp of shock from Debbie for this was the first ever non-husband male contact on her person. And the feeling was wonderful.

Jack’s hand remained there for just a few seconds longer. He then stood up. When he did, Debbie could see that out of all the men, his hard on was the largest. By far.

Jack then told her to stand up, turn around and face him. When she did, he looked down at her and licked his lips and told her how well he thought she was doing and how much of a professional model she was. Are you sure you have never modelled before, you are that good? He asked.

Debbie, glowing with joy at this praise, shook her head and assured him that she really was an amateur. Jack smiled and then turned around and walked back to the men. As he did, and without even looking at her, he ordered her to remove her bra. She did so immediately since in any event, her bra was utterly useless in protecting her big tits and she began to find it more of a hindrance than a help. She somehow felt that it was more natural, and more appropriate, for her to be just wearing her black heels, stockings and suspenders and to reveal fully her tits to Jack. Although this was absurd, considering that she was married, it was how she felt.

When Jack got to the other cameramen, he said something to them. When he had finished, they looked disappointed and they started to pack away their equipment. As they did, Debbie remained standing where she was, half naked and thoroughly confused as she watched what was going on around her. Jack did not bother to come over to her to tell her anything so she was left wondering whether the shoot was over? Within a few minutes the three others were saying their goodbyes to her and then they left. She was now alone with Jack. As a result, her pussy started to dribble juices down the insides of her thighs.

Jack then calmly put his camera down on a nearby table and walked over to a leather couch that was in the far end of the room. He then ordered Debbie to walk over and to stand in front of him. When she did, he spread his legs in order to help alleviate the tension in his groin. Katie now got an even better look at his still covered hard on. It looked gigantic. It also meant that Jack was utterly confident in this woman’s presence and he did not see the need for any social niceties by doing what would be the gentlemanly thing of concealing his erection.

With his legs spread, his big 12 inch dick protruding out of his trousers and the semi naked Debbie standing obediently in front of him, staring down in awe at his groin, Jack proceeded to explain to her the workings of The Platinum Club.

By the time Jack had finished, Debbie was panting with excitement. An exclusive modelling club whose sole purpose was to pleasure old, rich men! Her initial reaction was one of shock and to have nothing to do with it. But the more the charming and persuasive Jack explained it to her, the more she found herself being dragged into this perverse world. The juices from her pussy were now pouring down her leg at the thought of being asked to model in various naughty ways for these old men (Jack had yet to tell her about the inevitable fuckings that would follow but did intimate that the men would often relieve themselves in front of the model).

Jack went on to assure her that many a famous model would often participate in The Platinum Club as a means of getting into more mainstream modelling. Indeed, some of the members were senior figures in the fashion industry and helped facilitate a Platinum Club model’s fashion career. At this Debbie was curious and asked more. Of course Jack had anticipated everything…

For, on a coffee table that was right in front of Jack, there lay a plain, brown envelope. Jack pointed to it and told Debbie to pick it up. He told her that inside were pictures of a world famous model that, no one outside The Premier Club had seen or were ever going to see. Debbie, hands shaking, opened the envelope, removed the pictures and took a look.

The first picture she saw was indeed of a famous English model. A model whose drug antics and on-off relationship with a third rate rock star have gained notoriety throughout the world. But the picture that she looked at was like no other that she had seen of this model before. The model was wearing a tight, black leather corset which was so small that her Petit tits were fully on display, nipples violently erect. She also wore black stockings, which to the black corset courtesy of black suspenders, a black g-string and a pair of patent black leather boots which seemed to have at least a 6 inch heel.

The outfit this particular model could probably have worn without too much of a controversy (she has done soft erotica in the past), however it was what she was doing that made Debbie gasp and lick her lips with desire.

Firstly, the model was not wearing any normal leather boots for, on each ankle, there was attached a big gold ring. Each ring was then attached to a chain that had been drilled into the floor. However, each a chain was several feet away from the other meaning that the model’s legs were being forcefully kept spread wide open.

Debbie could then see that the model was holding on to two ropes hanging down from the ceiling which were a few feet in front of her. The net affect of all this was, by keeping her legs spread so wide and by leaning forward, it forced her wonderful bottom to be thrust out and presented to the person standing behind her.

Debbie then saw who that was. It was none other than Jack. But he looked a good few years younger than he was today. And then she noticed that the model in question looked a lot younger too. She looked like she was in her teens. The pictures must have been taken some years ago, she thought. Debbie moved on and looked at the next picture, which was still front on so you could not see the model’s face but not her bottom. When Debbie looked at it, she let out another little gasp of fear. She could see that Jack’s arm was raised and he was holding what looked like a leather riding crop. It was poised right above the poor teenage model’s bottom.

In the next picture you could see that Jack’s arm had come down and was now level with her bottom. The model’s mouth was wide open and pain was entrenched all over her lovely face. Presumably, at that moment, the leather whip had made contact with her innocent cheeks and she was crying out in anguish.

The next few pictures were fairly similar and showed Jack bringing the whip down on to the famous model’s lovely teenage ass. The angle then changed, with the cameraman moving to stand next to Jack in order to take pictures of the model’s whipped bottom, which at this stage, as the pictures indicated, was covered in dark, red welts.

Then another step up in shock value for poor Debbie. The whipping had stopped but instead Jack had taken out his huge 12 inch cock and it was hovering over the poor girl’s ass. The following pictures showed Jack rubbing his cock and, just as he had told Debbie moments before, a member of The Platinum Club was getting ready to relieve himself, which he did by emitting copious amounts of spunk and spraying it all over the abused ass…

When Debbie had finished looking at the pictures, she looked up at Jack. His legs were still wide open in that arrogant manner, but he was now also grinning insanely, thoroughly enjoying the shock value these pictures were causing. Debbie in turn was shaking with fear. Her face was bright red, her mouth open and she was loudly panting.

Jack then explained to her that the pictures were taken when the young model was in her teens, just before she hit the big time. No one outside The Platinum Club knows that or knows that, as a result of this shoot, and a few others like it, the girl made it on to the front of Tattler in the early 1990s and a supermodel was born. In all likelihood, had she not agreed to become a model for the Club, she would never have become the supermodel that she is today.

Jack then asked whether BDSM was something that would appeal to Debbie?

Debbie, who could not help but to continue to stare at the pictures, without thinking nodded her head. Although she had no previous experience of BDSM, so engrossed and turned on was she by what she was looking at, she had nodded her head without giving a moments thought as to the consequences.

Jack, seeing how she was getting turned on, pressed home his advantage. He told her that if she too modelled in a similar fashion to the model in the pictures, he was convinced that it would open many more doors for her. And look at the advantages, you got paid well for taking erotic pictures which, in all likelihood, you will enjoy, and it opens up a new more legitimate modelling career to you. And if truth be told, this route was one of the most common means for advancement for female models and actresses these days.

Debbie, who was still looking at the pictures and had not looked up at Jack, again nodded her head in agreement.

Jack continued. He told her that before she made her mind up, maybe she should practice the kind of things the Club would expect her to do.

Again she nodded her head, still paying more attention to what the model was doing than what Jack was saying and all the while she silently wondering what it would be like to be the one taking the caning and whether she, a conservative upper class housewife could take such a beating. Debbie darkly and secretly desperately hoped so…

As she thought these dark thoughts, she heard Jack order her to put the pictures down, walk over to the couch that was directly opposite him and where she would find a box. She was to sit down, open the box and wait for further instructions.

Without thinking, she again nodded her head, still looking at the pictures utterly engrossed in seeing this young girl be a sex slave for Jack. But this time Jack screamed out her name and told her to pay attention. He would not tolerate a woman who did not concentrate when he was speaking. She immediately apologized. She then realized what he had said and what she had agreed to. It was true, she had not really being paying attention to him. But seeing the stern way that Jack was looking at her, she was too afraid to disagree and disobey him now. Also, her pussy was so wet, her body was in no position to resist him and, in any event, no harm could come from being showed what was expected from a Platinum Club Model. Could it?

So, hands still shaking, she put the photos back on the table and walked over to the black leather couch. On it was a white box and she sat down next to it. As ordered, she picked it up and opened it. Inside she saw a huge black dildo! She screamed out in horror. She had never used a dildo before!

Jack told her to take it out.

Instinctively, she obeyed. She felt that by being alone with this domineering, big man, she had no choice but to obey him.

So, hands trembling, she reached inside and brought out the 12 inch dildo.

Jack then told her to suck it.

She obeyed.

She put the dildo in her mouth and started to suck it. She managed to get about three inches in, which is all she ever managed with her husband, and gave it a good lick.

Jack told her to suck more, today she should suck at least half, in time, he told her, she would learn to suck more.

She obeyed.

Another three inches went in and now she had 6 in total.

Jack then told her to use one of her hands to play with her big married tits.

She obeyed.

She noticed how hard and long her nipples were. She had never known them to be so hard before. She flicked them and quietly moaned. She found it extraordinary that it was so easy for her to obey this man and to follow every one of his dark orders. Indeed, the more he asked her to do, the hotter she became. What was happening, she wondered?After a minute or so of sucking and tit playing, Jack stood up, erection still proudly thrusting up against his trousers and calmly walked over to stand directly in front of Debbie. He was now just a few feet away from where she was sitting and his close, towering presence intimidated her even further. It made it crystal clear to her that he expected her to follow every one of his orders. If she dared to disobey, what could she do with this big, cold man so close to her? There was now no one left to help her, all avenues of escape had been closed. She was trapped and at this man’s mercy.

Jack who was now looked down at the bitch with an angry, determined look, told her to spread her legs so that he could get a good look at her pussy.

She obeyed.

She looked up at Jack terrified. She was terrified at what he might do if she disobeyed, and equally terrified at what he might do if she obeyed (with her legs spread wide open there was nothing stopping him from dropping to his knees, taking his big cock out of his pants and raping her pussy. And there was little she could do to prevent it.)

Despite knowing this, she slowly spread her legs, carried on sucking the dildo and played with her tits. And as her legs slowly parted, revealing her nicely trimmed pussy, she still could not quite believe that, this happily married housewife was actually doing these disgusting, degrading things! She told herself it was because she had no choice, it was out of fear for the consequences of disobeying this man rather than because was actually taking any extreme, perverse pleasure from it all.

Of course, the truth was a combination of the two. She had no choice but to obey, but it was also the case that she was taking a great deal of perverse pleasure from being forced to do whatever Jack told her. And, as she opened her legs, these true feelings betrayed her as the sound of a hot, wet pussy being opened up was clearly audible to Jack. It was now apparent to all that this kind of intimidating, non-consent type of situation appealed to this conservative housewife and Debbie, now finally recognising the truth of what she had become, groaned out loud.

Jack, seeing what was happening to her, did not want to slow things down and told her to insert the dildo into her pussy.

She obeyed.

Debbie, who was now utterly immersed in the role of subservient whore, without hesitation followed this, lewd, disgusting request. At first she could only get the tip in, so big and wide was the dildo. But, by using two hands and applying a little force, she managed to insert three inches. When she did, she screamed out and came. She came not only because of the dildo, but more importantly because she was being forced to act like a wanton whore in front of this cruel, cold man. A man, whom she hardly knew, but from whom she was now apparently willing to accept the most disgusting orders.

Jack licked his lips and told her to insert more of the dildo into her naughty, married pussy.

She obeyed.

Still hot with desire, notwithstanding cumming, she managed to shove another three inches in. She was now panting out loud. She looked up at her cruel tormentor, desperately hoping for some kind of recognition for her achievement.

Of course, none was forthcoming. He just stared down at her in that same, cold determined manner and told her to get more of his dildo into her pussy. He was still not satisfied.

She obeyed.

Another three inches were inserted making a total of nine.

Still Jack was unsatisfied and told her to insert all of his dildo in to her dirty, married pussy.

She obeyed.

And now this poor wife, who was screaming out loud, both in pain and pleasure, had 12 inches of big, black dildo in her once innocent pussy. She had never used a dildo before but, judging by her reaction, this had clearly been a mistake.

Jack then told her to fuck herself with it.

She obeyed.

She used both hands to fuck herself and, as she did, her big luscious tits bounced up and down in delight. Jack told her to use one of her hands to play with her tits but to continue to fuck herself with the other.

She obeyed.

On seeing this transformation of an innocent, good little housewife into a subservient whore, Jack confidently removed his throbbing cock from his pants and started to wank himself off for some much needed relief.

On seeing this, Debbie screamed out in horror. Jack’s giant cock was now just a couple of feet away from her and it looked terrifying. She started to ask herself some searching questions. How had she, in such a short space of time, allowed this cruel man to dominate her so completely that he felt confident enough to remove his penis, no cock, from his pants and allow him take his gratification so blatantly in front of her? And how could she allow herself to abuse herself like this in front of a man she hardly knew? She would never agree to act like this in front of her husband, nor would she ever allow him to masturbate over her, so why was she willing to do it for Jack?

The answer, which was too terrifying for the poor bitch to fully accept, was that she was a subservient whore who was prepared to degrade and abuse herself, and allow others to abuse themselves over her, provided that the situation was right. Which meant in essence that if a man of sufficient power and persuasion was the instigator, and that he, or should she say Master, created enough fear and dominance over Debbie, she would be prepared to commit acts that, in the normal course of affairs, she would never contemplate but in this situation, was quite happy to countenance.

This thought truly terrified her and Debbie responded by fucking herself even harder. The shock at what she had become, rather than make her stop, actually drover her on to further pleasure her Master. Her lovely tits bounced up and down as she thrust the dildo in and out of her tight pussy. The pain and pleasure cursing through her body was immense, she was now screaming out in pleasure and tears poured down her eyes in response to the pain.

She looked up at the cruel face of Jack, desperate for some sort of recognition at what she was doing for him. Of course none was forthcoming and he merely grimaced as he furiously wanked himself off.

Jack who was also panting out loud, asked her whether she wanted to become a model for The Platinum Club?

She replied that she did.

He asked her whether she would be prepared to model whatever he asked her to model.

She replied that she did.

He asked whether she was prepared to model an outfit like the one the model had modelled for him all those years ago, to be tied up, whipped and abused.

She replied that she did.

He asked her whether she was prepared to serve him and the other members?

She replied that she did.

He then asked her if she wanted to be a whore for the club.

So overcome with desire, she replied that she did.

He then told her to kneel on the floor, but to keep fucking herself with her dildo.

She obeyed.

As she looked up at him with those beautiful, big pleading eyes, he pointed his massive dick at her face and moved it so that it was just a couple of inches away. He then asked her whether she was a dirty fucking whore?

She screamed out yes!

He then told her to call herself a dirty fucking whore.

She did.

And when she did, Jack could not control himself any longer and he came, spraying copious amounts of his thick, creamy spunk all over her lovely face, calling her a dirty fucking whore. Debbie looked up at him, allowing her beautiful innocent face to be covered with his spunk. And as he cruelly abused her in this horrific fashion, she came as strongly as she had ever cum in her young life. The very idea that she had allowed this man to cum all over her face was all too much for this housewife and she happily sunk deeper into this man’s dark world of depravity…

Once both of them had finished cumming, Jack looked down at the bitch, her face covered in his spunk, there was so much of the stuff that some of it was dribbling down her chin and on to the floor. He told her to clean herself by rubbing his spunk into her face.

She obeyed.

He then told her to lick some of it off her fingers.

She obeyed.

Jack then put his cock back into his pants, zipped himself up, turned his back on Debbie and headed back towards his office. Without looking back at her to give her even a cursory glance, he told her that they were finished for the day, she was to get changed and wait for him to contact her.

And that was that. Debbie was left sitting there, her face sticky with this cruel man’s spunk, utterly shocked and horrified that she had allowed herself to take her first few steps into this new and dangerous world.

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Life changing for a young woman from Wife to Whore Part 2

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