29. Conrad
I leave her there. Bound. Chained. Like a literal fuck doll.
She pisses the bed. Defecates in it too and I have the maids clean it up, clean her up.
And all the while, those videos play on and on.
I know she tries to resist, tries to look away. I can see the way she fights from the surveillance camera I put up. Like I’d leave her all alone and defenceless like that without taking precautions.
Every day I walk in, dress her up, and then fuck her. For a week she pleads, she begs, she tries to convince me that I can let her go, but I’m not so stupid as to fall for it.
And besides, she doesn’t understand what is happening. She doesn’t get what this is.
That I’m training her. Just as I would a new slave for Oblivion.
I’ll get her body craving sex, I’ll get her mind obsessing about it. I’ll have her so turned on and desperate for it that soon enough she’ll be the one riding me, fucking me, crying out for me to fill her up and breed her.
My cock hardens.
My lips pull into a smirk. God, I can’t wait for that. I can’t wait for her to lie back, spread her legs and show me her pretty little cunt while she’s gagging for me to fill it.
My hand tightens on the bag as I reach the door.
This morning, I left her full. I left her well-fucked, but I also left one hand untied.
She thinks it was a mistake. An oversight on my part.
But I wanted to test her, to see if she was ready.
And when I’d logged on, when I’d seen her hand, seen what she was doing, then I knew I was finally making progress.
Will she be touching herself now? Alleviating that awful ache?
The door is silent as I push it open, but there’s a sharp intake of air all the same.
Her eyes dart to mine. Fear or arousal, either could explain why her pupils are so blown.
Her legs are splayed, her cunt is glistening. And her right hand, it’s frozen, close enough to have been at the gates of heaven.
“Were you touching yourself?” I ask.
She whimpers, shaking her head.
“It’s okay if you were.”
She shakes more violently. The lace of her bra flutters with the movement and where it’s pulled up, pushed up over her breasts, I wonder if it tickles.
I drop the bag, pausing for a moment. God, she’s a work of art. All those bruises are fading, her eyes are back to their beautiful, healed state. Her skin is looking a little pale, but then, she’s not seen the sun in almost a week now. Maybe when she’s good, when she’s behaving, I’ll take her for a walk. I’ll put a pretty little leash around her neck, and I’ll parade her through my grounds like a dog.
“I brought you a new present.” I say.
She takes in a sharp intake of breath while I lean down and pull the outfit free, holding it up.
“No…”
The word escapes her like a gasp, desperate to get free. But there’s no escape from me. No reprieve.
I meet her eyes and decide not to respond. After all, it makes no difference if she wants this or not. She’s mine to do with as I please, and I’m starting to realise how much I enjoy playing with her.
I lay the silk down on the bed. I know she was washed earlier, so I don’t have to worry about any undesirable discoveries as I peel off the old lingerie. Even though she’s in crotchless panties, there’s still a string of her arousal stuck to the side and I lift it up, giving it a good sniff while she whimpers and turns her face away.
“You smell delicious.” I state.
I can see the way she grimaces more, as if she wants to disagree. I let out a tut, clambering closer to her and shove the soiled underwear into her mouth.
“Taste it.” I snarl. “Taste how wet you got, how turned on you got. This is what your cunt will do every time you see me, this is what your body will do. It’ll become an impulse. A need. You’ll look at me and you’ll salivate, do you hear me?”
She shouts back a reply, but the black lace swallows it up.
I roll my eyes before turning my attention to the rest of her.
She tries to make herself a dead weight as I roll her body far enough to unclasp the bra. Her breasts bounce, her nipples look so pretty and pink and I lean down, planting a tender kiss on her right one.
She lets out a growl that could be a moan.
My lips curl. I know she’s not begging me to continue, but in my head, that’s what I’m telling myself this is. Her getting so desperate and needy from watching all that porn that the only thing that will fix her is my cock buried so deep in her that she can’t think straight.
“All in good time.” I murmur.
I won’t let her distract me.
I force myself off the bed and grab the bag again, tipping the contents onto the duvet.
With the hairbrush I take my time, easing out the knots, making her hair lay perfectly on either side like a princess. She shuts her eyes, probably trying to pretend the rest isn’t coming.
With the makeup, I carefully apply the foundation, the blush, and I add just enough mascara to make her eyes pop. She’s difficult with the mascara; she refuses to open her eyes, and I have to smack her hard to get her to comply.
Once her face is made up, I then get the body lotion and start rubbing it into her skin. It gives it a nice hue, a nice glow. And it smells incredible.
One day soon, I’m going to sit here and watch as she does this herself, as she preps herself and makes herself all perfect and ready for me.
I massage it into her thighs, into her calves, giving her feet a nice bit of attention too. I painted her toenails the other day, so they won’t need to be done for a little bit. She was bitch about that too, kept kicking her toes out so I smeared it a few times.
Once she’s ready, I stand back and admire her for a moment, taking my phone out to snap a picture. It’s another one for the wank bank, when I’m at work and she’s here, getting herself all worked up and desperate for me.
I slip the new thong on, tying the sides so I don’t have to unbind her feet. This pair is also crotchless, but the pretty pink shade makes her look even more doll-like than the black did.
The bra is more frilly. It has curly lace bits for the straps, and as I tie them in little bows at the top of her shoulders, I decide that I want this set in every single shade. The cups are exposed, cut out, like a nice little outline around her plump tits.
I flick her nipple, and she jerks enough to make me flick the other.
“Tell me, Brynn, are you wet enough for my cock, or do you need a bit of play first?”
She shakes her head violently from side to side, practically chewing at the dirty thong still stuffed into her pretty little mouth.
I let out a laugh, pulling out the vibrator. “Play time it is, then.”
She snarls, throwing her head back and I make myself nice and comfy, sitting on my haunches between her thighs.
“Shall we see how many orgasms you can give me before you’re ready enough to welcome your husband home?”
The thing buzzes to life. She stills enough to tell me she’s mentally preparing for this.
Normally I like to plunge it in hard, to go for the shock value but today, I’m going to toy with her more.
I tease the head, focusing on her clit and her thigh muscles suddenly clench tight.
“You like that, Brynn? You like how your husband touches you?”
She doesn’t reply beyond a sniff so I give her more pressure, waiting for the tell-tale sign of her body leaning into it.
And as I begin to circle I see the change, I see the way her cunt gets a little flushed.
“That’s a good girl.” I state. “A good little wife.”
I plunge the toy into her cunt. She yelps out in shock, and I pull it out before doing it again.
“Not ready yet, are we?” I state as I see the miniscule bit of her arousal smeared on the plastic.
I lower my mouth, lapping at her while I thrust the toy in and out. Christ, she tastes so good. She tastes like pure heaven.
She whimpers and cries, clearly trying to pretend like she doesn’t enjoy the feel of my tongue on her clit, but we both know that’s a lie. We both know she wants this just as much as I do.
When she’s nice and wet I lean up, undoing the ties and I flip her over, pulling her hips up. Her arse is pure perfection, her skin is so beautiful that I have to lean down and take a bite out of it.
My teeth leave delicious little marks behind and I’m half tempted to get it tattooed in, to start biting all over, to cover her entirely.
“Please,” She sobs and I know she’s asking me to be nice, to play nice. Only in my head, I pretend that’s not the case.
I lean down, taking her clit into my mouth and I bite there too; I bite hard enough that she bucks her head and she screams with everything in her lungs.
I know it hurts. I know it’s painful, but that’s the point. You don’t get pleasure without it. You don’t get one without the other.
“Ssssh,” I soothe, running my fingertips over the now damaged part.
I push my cock inside her. Her muscles are so tight, she’s wound up so much that it’s quite an effort, despite all my work with the toy. For a second I have to hold still, to keep still. I’m so close to just blowing my load from how she’s gripping me. God, she just feels so good.
“Are you ready?” I groan, once I’ve finally managed to compose myself. “Are you ready for your husband to use you?”
I don’t wait to hear her reply. I don’t give a fuck what she has to say about it anyway. I’m going to fuck her now because it’s what I want, what I need. I’m going to fuck her cunt until she’s crying, until she’s begging, until her little body can’t take another moment of it.
I reach forward, using her breasts as an anchor, slamming into her harder and harder with each thrust.
“You’re my fuck toy,” I groan, “My perfect little doll and soon, very fucking soon, you’re going to be fat with my child. I’m going to breed you, Brynn. I’m going to breed you over and over, until all you can do is lie on your back and leak out my come until you push out my sons one after another. Your body is going to look so beautiful, your stomach is going to swell so much it won’t ever go back down. And these breasts, Christ, these breasts. I’m going to suckle on these, I’m going to taste your milk and I’m going to bathe in it too.”
She shouts out, saying something stupid that earns her a sharp slap on her arse.
“My perfect wife,” I grin, pushing her face down, shoving her head into the pillow so I don’t have to listen to any more of her bullshit. “My perfect little fuck doll.”