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Jack's obsession with the gorgeous wife of his next door neighbor pays off for himself and definitely for his neighbor.

This story is a work of fiction, and all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.

The Beaten and Raped Trophy Wife Next Door

Part 1

It was a beautiful, hot summer afternoon, and Jack was watering a small flower bed in his front yard. After recently selling his company and retiring at 45, gardening and yard work were his new passions, and he couldn't be happier.

His neighbor, Marty, had just come home from work, and after getting out of his brand new BMW SUV, he walked over for a little chit-chat. Marty was a good guy, and Jack liked him.

"Those flowers are looking good, my friend," he said to Jack. "Tomorrow I'm going to have the hedges by your fence cut down a little, and was wondering if it would be ok if the gardeners could work on your property for a little while. I assure you that they will clean up after they are done."

"Of course," Jack replied, smiling. "It’s crazy how tall they have gotten over the years."

With a smile, Marty said, "Well, I have to go and see what the little woman has ready for me tonight."

"Isn't it always something spectacular, you lucky bastard?" Jack said.

"Yes, yes, it is," he replied, laughing while walking towards his front door.

Jack watched him walk away and smiled. Marty was short, fat, and bald, but he made a lot of money and was a fun guy to know. But what Jack liked best about his neighbor was his new wife. After divorcing his bitch of a first wife last year, his second, Kaitlyn, was the definition of a trophy wife.

From the little that Jack actually spoke to her and from a few comments from Marty, it sounded like Kaitlyn had nothing to offer anyone other than her looks.

No job, no school, no money or prospects, and relied 100% on Marty financially.

She was 27 years old with long blonde hair, blue eyes, a tiny nose, 5' 6", 32 E breasts, and a very toned body from constant exercise.

She was the absolute definition of a blonde bimbo sex goddess.

"Lucky lucky lucky lucky guy." Jack thought to himself.

Jack’s wife had died suddenly two years ago, and he had been alone ever since. And when Kaitlyn had moved in with Marty about six months ago, she became Jack's obsession.

Later that night, Jack was in his upstairs back office, which gave him a perfect view of his neighbor's pool area. Almost every day, Kaitlyn was by the pool with her large breasts always looking like they were going to explode out of her bikini top. Sometimes she had a female friend or two over, and although they were also beautiful, they weren't as sexy as Kaitlyn.

Jack had purchased some expensive audio and video equipment to make his pool viewing better and more enjoyable for himself.

For video, could zoom in on her to the point where he could see beads of sweat on Kaitly’s forehead or how much her bikini bottoms sank into her pussy lips, or how her nipples always pushed out against the bikini material.

For audio, he had just gotten a parabolic microphone that he had pointed to where she usually sat by the pool, but it wasn’t set up yet. That was what he was doing now. Once done, he expected to be able to hear everything she said very clearly.

Her every move in her backyard was recorded and saved to storage on his computer, and could be played back on a massive TV that hung on the wall in the back of the office. He had treated his office windows with a film that blocked anyone from looking in, so he couldn’t be seen, but he could look out. There was also an opening in the film to give a clear view for his camera.

After setting up the microphone properly for tomorrow’s recording, Jack sat on a recliner and started watching the video feed from earlier today. She had a regular routine that started around 11 in the morning. Holding an iced drink in one hand and her phone in the other, Kaitlyn walked across the patio to her lounge chair at the edge of the pool. Today, she was wearing a red bikini that Jack had seen her wear before. This one was his favorite because the strings on the bottoms rode up so high on her hips that it made her legs look like they went on forever. Jack’s cock got hard as he saw her breasts bounce up and down as she walked across the patio. She turned around and unknowingly pointed her ass at his camera as she sat down.

The string on the bikini bottoms couldn’t be seen between her 2 round, perfect ass cheeks.

Jack started stroking his cock as Kaitlyn poured sunscreen over her legs and stomach, and then began to rub it all over her body. Jack sighed as her hands moved up to her breasts and rubbed the fluid between her full cleavage, up to her neck and then back to the tops of her boobs. He paused the video just as her fingers slipped under her bikini top. She must have rubbed her finger against her nipple slightly because her eyes closed and her mouth opened at the same time.

“Fuck,” he thought, “Her lips alone are so fucking sexy. So full…I want to fuck that mouth so badly.”

Pressing play, he saw her reach for her phone and read and respond to a text. His camera was good, but not good enough to read her phone screen (maybe if the lighting was just right?), and he could only manually zoom in with the camera if he was watching her live.

He fast-forwarded a little until he saw her hand slide down her stomach and then slowly rub her pussy.

“That must have been a hell of a text message.” Jack thought.

Unfortunately, the show didn’t last long because Kaitlyn got up and went into her house and out of sight for the rest of the day. “Went to the gym, most likely,” thought Jack.

Jack rewinded until her mouth was wide open again, and he used that image to finish jacking himself off and then went to bed, hoping to dream something about the blonde whore next door.

By the time Jack woke up the following day, the landscaping crew had finished cutting the hedges. They were much shorter now, and a few of them that were dying needed to be replaced. So until that was done, there were now a few narrow open gaps between the property line just where his fence started.

He went about his day like normal, but when he went upstairs to his office, he was shocked to see that he now had an unobstructed view of a few of his neighbor’s upstairs rooms that he had never had before. Even better was that Marty and Kaitlyn’s bedroom was directly across from his office, and he could see their bed perfectly if the drapes were pulled back, which they currently were.

Just then, he saw Kaitlyn pick something up off her bed and then leave the room.

Jack sat down at his desk, thought about what this meant, smiled and then ordered a new camera and microphone to constantly record the bedroom.

Shortly after that, Kaitlyn walked out (just in normal clothes this time) onto the pool patio, yelling at someone on the phone.

Jack heard her via the new microphone attached to the outside of his house like he was standing right next to her.

“The hedges look like shit, Marty! I told you not to use that company. Why didn’t you use the one that I told you to? You never listen to what I say, and now you fucked up my yard!” she bitched at her husband.

“Her yard?” Jack thought. “What a cunt”.

Jack could almost make out what Marty was saying, but it was very soft and difficult to hear clearly.

They went back and forth for a while until Kaitlyn hung up on him.

“What a fucking asshole!” she said as she was calling another number.

On this call, she spoke sweetly but continued to berate her husband to someone, though Jack had no idea who.

“What the fuck?” Jack thought, “Marty does literally everything for her, and she’s still a bitch to him.”

Then Jack started laughing as he heard the words “honey”, “baby”, “I need you to fuck me hard and fast”, “Yeah, you know what I need”.

“Holy shit!” Jack thought. “Who the fuck is she talking to?”

But she walked into her house before he found out.

He had hoped to see her in a bikini later in the day, but didn’t because it looked like she was dealing with a plumbing problem, judging by the repair truck that was in her driveway all day.

Jack didn’t see much of Kaitlyn the next few days. He set up a second camera in his office and pointed it at her bedroom. Most of the houses on his side of the street had large floor-to-ceiling windows in the back to give a great view of the mountains in the distance. And if the curtains on his side were pulled back, he had a great view of her bed and halfway into her bathroom.

Today, the curtains were wide open. Jack noticed the same plumbing company truck in her driveway from before, and not expecting to get a good show because of that, he spent the day working in his yard, grocery shopping and cooking dinner for himself. Later that night, as he reviewed the video his cameras had recorded that day, he was stunned to see what had happened next door.

The plumber spent about 4 hours at her house today, and from what he could tell, he spent most of that time fucking the shit out of Kaitlyn.

The video from the bedroom showed Kaitlyn hopping naked into bed with her big tits bouncing up and hitting both sides of her face while spreading her legs wide as the Plumber jumped on top of her and just started ramming into her pussy like a jackhammer.

They moved around and did every position in the book.

Jack thought seeing her on top in a 69 position was visually his favorite, but when they switched positions a while later and he saw the plumber on top pushing his cock balls deep into her mouth as her head hung over the side of the bed… it almost made him cum just watching.

Then he had her head pushed down into a pillow as he was ramming her from behind. He reached down and squeezed her breasts in both hands until her tit flesh oozed out between each of his fingers.

And then….. “Fuck” Jack yelled out.

The glare from the midafternoon sun on the windows blocked out any further recording of the bedroom action.

By the time the glare was gone, they were done, and the plumber had left.

Later that night, he was able to record Kaitlyn walking around her bedroom. Her nipples were clearly visible under her white silk pajama top. He thought he was going to see her get fucked a second time by Marty, but they both got into bed, gave each other a little kiss, and she turned off the light.

The next day, Kaitlyn was back to her routine at the pool and this time she had two friends over for lunch. Jack was able to video and audio record most of their conversations.

Turns out the plumber’s name is Tony, and Kaitlyn openly brags about having sex with him to her friends in great detail. One of her friends was getting a divorce, and she fully expected to bleed her husband dry of money. That was the focus of the conversation, but Jack also learned that Kaitlyn had a prenup that would keep her from getting anything if they got divorced in the next 10 years. But after that, she was divorcing him, no question.

He also learned that Kaitlyn hated Marty, thought he was disgusting and only had sex with him as little as possible. Also, Marty had a little kink, too. The women kept calling him a “doggie” and Jack was confused at first until he figured out from other comments that Marty liked to be a Furry in bed. He liked to dress up like a dog and often begged Kaitlyn to dress like one, too or a cat. He had even bought her a few skin-tight bodysuits with short fur on the outside to wear, and everything else to be a cat or a dog, but she always refused.

Hearing this, the other two women laughed and said that they felt bad for her to put up with this. Jack wasn’t sure who said it, but he heard someone say it would be better if Marty just died, and that would also void the prenup. Then they started suggesting ways Marty could die, and then Jack got a sick feeling in his stomach when he heard them mention drowning in his pool, and Kaitlyn added that if he was wearing his furry suit, it would weigh him down and that if he was drunk enough, he’d never be able to stay above water.

Within 30 minutes, the three women had a date and a detailed plan on how to kill Marty and make it look like an accident.

When her friends left, Jack was unsure how to help Marty. It could have all been idle talk, but for some reason, he didn’t think so.

That night, he tried to be in his front yard when his neighbor got home and called Marty over. He didn’t really know what to say, but before he could say anything, Marty told him that he was going away on a business trip tomorrow morning, from Friday until Tuesday night.

So Jack kept his mouth shut, thinking he had until Tuesday to figure something out. After wishing him a safe trip, they both went into their respective homes. Jack watched his neighbors again until the lights went off, and then he thought about the ways he could turn things around on that slut next door.

At first, he thought that maybe letting her know that he had her fucking the plumber on video would keep Marty safe, but he wasn’t sure. She could still just kill him anyway. No, he needed more. And he also really, really wanted to enjoy himself teaching her a lesson. He called a friend to get something he had heard about in the news recently, and by midnight, he had the semblance of a plan in place.

Jack was up early Friday morning to pick up the few items that he needed for his plan and saw Marty drive away to the airport.

At 11:30 AM, sticking to her routine, Kaitlyn strolled out to the pool in her bikini (a blue one this time) with a margarita glass in one hand and her phone in the other. A short time after that, the pizza that Jack had ordered, using a burner phone, and sent to her house arrived, and the driver rang her front doorbell.

When Kaitlyn walked back into the house to answer the front door, Jack made a quick dash through the gap in the bushes and poured a heavy dose of Rohypnol in her drink and then ran back to his yard. With a wildly beating heart, he made his way back to his office to watch how this all played out.

A few minutes later, Kaitlyn walked back to her chair and took a long drink before sitting down. During the next 10 minutes, she finished her drink while staring at her phone. Because she was wearing sunglasses, it was tough to see if she was getting sleepy, but soon Jack could see her hand that was holding her phone start to wobble up and down like she was having a hard time keeping her hand raised. Soon her hand fell to her lap and didn’t move. Then her head dropped to the side, and her sunglasses fell to the ground. Ten minutes after that, Jack smiled, stood up in his office, swallowed the first of the viagra he had, picked up his duffle bag full of supplies and then made his way next door.

Once he reached her side, Jack called out her name a few times, but he knew she’d be completely out of it for around 8 hours. Some people on Rohypnol can wake up, have conversations and remain fully functional for some of that time, but won’t remember anything they said or did. Most just sleep the whole time, and some do a little of both. Jack wondered what kind of reaction Kaitlyn was going to have.

Leaving her lying in the sun, Jack picked up her phone and brought it and his duffle bag upstairs to her bedroom. He took out a few video cameras and positioned them around the room, and made sure all the bedroom windows were closed tightly to keep any sound from getting outside before going back to claim his prize.

He stood there in the sun, looking down at the unconscious blonde goddess he had been lusting over for the past few months, and his cock got rock hard thinking of all he was going to do to her. After kneeling down, he ran one hand through her long blonde hair while he slid the other into one of the cups of her bikini top and gave her breast several good hard squeezes. Feeling her nipple started to get hard, he grabbed it between his thumb and index finger and squeezed as hard as he could. Kaitlyn took a deep breath, and her mouth opened up wide, letting out a loud moan of pain.

Jack leaned in close to her face and forced his lips against hers, sticking his tongue in her mouth and then gently biting her lips, all the while still squeezing and twisting her nipple in his fingers. He was intoxicated by how she smelled, knocking her out before she had a chance to apply sunscreen, left her smelling like the perfume she always wears.

“Baby, by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to hate how beautiful you are,” he said to her softly.

Grabbing her by both wrists, he pulled her forward while calling out her name.

“Kaitlyn! Kaitlyn, get up! You fell asleep. It’s time to get changed. Come on, I’ll help you,” he said.

Kaitlyn responded with a moan and started to get up out of the chair. Putting one of her arms over his shoulder and holding her up tight against him, Jack was able to get her walking into the house and even up the stairs to the bedroom.

Kaitlyn groggily started calling Jack “Tony” and asked where they were going. Jack played the part and said that they were going out to a party and that she needed to change her clothes. By the time they reached the bedroom, Kaitlyn was slowly walking on her own and started to take off her bikini bottoms. Even though he knew it was all being recorded, Jack just stood there and watched her, trying to appreciate and remember every little detail of what he was seeing.

“What does Tony like you to wear?” Jack asked.

“He’s so naughty,” she giggled back, “I have fishnets that drive him crazy.”

“You better put some on then. Oh, and he said that you needed to wear high heels. The highest you have.” Jack told her.

It took her a few unsteady tries, but eventually, she was standing there in nothing but white fishnet thigh-highs and 7-inch stiletto stripper heels.

Jack walked slowly around her, looking at her from all angles like the piece of meat that she was at that moment.

His hands ran along her body from bottom to top.

The stilettos made every muscle on her already perfectly toned legs stand out. His hand ran along an absolutely bare pussy mound and the vertical line of her cunt lips.

Walking around behind her, he saw that her ass was full and shaped like a pear and that her long blonde hair went halfway down her back.

Finally, standing in front of her again, he stared at her magnificent breasts. So full, so round, so gravity-defying. Cupping each one from below, his hands only covered the bottom half. Sliding his hands up, he pinched each nipple in his fingers and pulled her forward toward him until they were face to face. Her face winced a little at that as her blue eyes looked directly at him. Her lips were red, full and open. Jack’s hands released her nipples and ran up to either side of her face as he leaned in and began kissing her passionately. Kaitlyn moaned and wrapped her arms around him. Jack’s cock was rock hard and painfully trying to escape his pants. With his lips never leaving hers, he slid his hands down her back, cupping her ass, pulling her against him, grinding his groin against hers.

Breaking the kiss, Jack took a step back and with his right hand punched Kaitlyn in her left breast as hard as he could. His fist sank deep into her tit mound before hitting her chest, and the force of his punch sent her flying backward, where she fell on her back into bed. She cried out in pain and covered her hurt breast with her hands. Jack walked slowly around to the side of the bed, with one hand he grabbed her hair, and with the other, between her legs, slid her across so her head was up by the pillows.

“Oh, poor baby, what happened?” he asked.

“You…. somebody, punched?.. my boob? It hurts,” she replied in confusion.

As Jack started to remove his clothes, he asked her, “Wow, that’s horrible, baby. Did Tony punch you?”

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Remember, every time you feel pain, it’s Tony, right?” he said.

“Yes…” she murmured.

Jack noticed a perfume bottle on the table next to the bed and decided that he wanted to fully immerse himself in all that was Kaitlyn, so he sprayed some above her and let a fine mist fall down all over her naked body.

Jack started taking off his clothes. At 5’11” and weighing about 190lbs, he wasn’t in great shape, but he wasn’t in bad shape either.

Now, naked himself, Jack got between her spread legs and pressed his mouth against her pussy.

“Let me see if I can make it feel better,” he said as he started to lick and suck on her pussy.

Kaitlyn moaned and moved her hands from her hurt breast to Jack's head to press him harder against her now-soaking wet pussy.

After getting her dripping wet, he wiped her pussy juice from his chin and positioned himself so the head of his cock rested against the opening of her pussy.

He eased a little into her, then pulled back. Sitting back on his heels, he paused for a moment to take in the sight before him. One hand moved up and down her fishnet-clad legs as the other rubbed his cock head up and down her pussy lips.

Not able to resist any longer, he used his thighs to spread open her own and gently lay down on top of her. Then he slowly pushed his 8” cock all the way inside and then just stayed perfectly still. She made a little gasp as his lips covered hers and he slowly began a rocking motion back and forth. Breaking the kiss, he buried his face into her neck and hair and started kissing and sucking on her neck and shoulder.

Jack was in absolute heaven! Fucking her slow and steady like this was a dream come true for him. She was moaning in pleasure and grabbed his ass to pull him as deep inside her as he could go. He started kissing her face and squeezing her tits constantly.

“Tell me to fuck you,” he whispered in her ear softly enough not to get recorded by the cameras.

“Fuck me! Oh Fuck me!” she said loudly.

“Say ‘Fuck me, Jack, fuck me forever” he whispered again.

“Fuck me, Jack! Fuck me forever!” she said over and over again.

Three times over the next 30 minutes, she brought him right to the edge of cumming deep inside her, but each time, Jack pulled out at the last minute and waited for the feeling to go away. There was no way he was rushing this thrill.

Keeping his cock out of her, he moved down a little and started sucking hard on her tits with the goal of leaving little bruises all over them. Sliding up, he sat on her stomach and, after grabbing each breast as hard as he could, pushed them around his cock and started tit fucking her. Her moans of pleasure turned to pain as she tried to push his hands away, but she was so weak from the roofie she had no effect.

He wanted to slap her face so badly, to punch her right in her pouty lips, but no, he wasn’t going to leave any marks on her beautiful face, thinking that not doing so would confuse her, and he wanted to fuck her up both mentally and physically. Plus, he loved her face and wanted to enjoy himself as much as possible.

After a vigorous tit-fuck that brought him to the edge again he stopped, got off her and reached into his duffle bag, pulling out his favorite wide leather belt.

When he looked back at her, Kaitlyn was lying on her back, blonde hair all around her and her legs spread wide with both her hands rubbing her pussy. Her arms were on either side of her breasts and were pushing them together.

Holding the belt at the end by the buckle, he raised his arm above his head and brought the leather strap down as hard as he could against the soft mounds of her tits.

Smack!!

The leather sank deep across both nipples as Kaitlyn screamed out in pain. Almost instantly, a faint red stripe appeared across each breast. Her hands rose up to protect her fat tits, so Jack moved down to her stomach.

Smack!!

Then her thighs.

Smack……..Smack…..Smack……..Smack…..

Kaitlyn rolled over on her stomach for some protection, but it didn’t matter to Jack. He slowly and methodically whipped every part of her body that he had a good shot at, and always paid special attention to her breasts.

Smack!!

Smack……..Smack…..SMACK!!

She was crying hysterically and saying “Stop” repeatedly, but being drugged, she lacked the ability to fully move off the bed to avoid the blows.

Smack……..Smack…..Smack……..Smack…..!

Eventually, Jack’s arm got tired, so he stopped to give her time to relax and to look at the damage he was causing. Most of her body was red, with some parts much more red than others.

He tossed the belt onto the bed, pulled out some silk scarves from his bag, and used them to tie each wrist together, then over her head to the headboard.

Once that was done, he got back into bed with her and started fucking her pussy again with slow deep strokes. Her body was hot and covered in sweat.

Squeezing her tits hard, he bit her nipples until she vainly tried moving her body and hands to get him to stop. Smiling, he moved his mouth up to her face, kissed her and then started licking her face like a dog enjoying the salt from her sweat and tears. Suddenly, Kaitlyn screamed out loud as he grabbed both of her massive tits and twisted them both as hard as he could as he began to fuck her hard and fast using them to push himself deep inside her pussy.

In and out, faster and faster until he felt the buildup in his balls begin.

He was fucking the blonde bimbo of his dreams just like the fucking slut whore that she was. His heart was pounding, and his mind was overcome with a whirlwind of lust and desire. All he wanted to do in that moment was to cum as deep inside her as he possibly could. He was fucking her so hard that the bed was hitting the wall, all the while he was constantly squeezing and twisting her huge tits so hard that Kaitlyn was screaming hysterically out in pain. Soon, he couldn’t hold back any longer, and he buried his cock as deep as he could and then stayed still as his balls emptied into her. Jack orgasmed for so long that it felt like he was pissing cum. When he was done, he just collapsed on top of her and passed out.

A few minutes later, the sound of her sobbing woke him up. He just opened his eyes and watched the breast that his face wasn’t lying on jiggle back and forth as she cried. He rubbed his face into and around her breast, enjoying the feeling of her nipple against his cheek. He grabbed her free breast in his hand, moved that nipple over to his mouth and started sucking on it. It was like he had a pencil eraser in his mouth. Jack bit down hard enough to draw blood and enjoyed the feeling of her trying to move him off her.

Eventually, Jack rolled off her and stood up. He smiled when he noticed that his legs were weak from the massive orgasm he just had. He grabbed an empty milk carton out of his bag and shakily walked into her bathroom. Holding the milk carton over the toilet, he took a piss, collecting every drop for something else he had planned for her.

Then he started going through her bureau drawers and closets, looking for anything interesting but careful to put everything back exactly the way it was. He found a set of white silk pajamas that he always sees her wearing to bed and placed them on the floor for later. Then, in a box in her closet, he found the three furry suits that Marty bought for her.

“Well, that’s kind of interesting.” Jack thought to himself. They were all a super stretchy spandex bodysuit that would cover her from her feet to her neck. Each one had an open slit in the back that gave access to a woman’s pussy and asshole. There were also two “hats” that went over her head with a soft chin strap underneath. One with floppy dog ears and the other with small, pointed cat ears. The 3rd suit stopped at the neck. The fur on the outside was soft like mink.

“Marty spared no expense, it seems.” Jack thought with a laugh.

There were also two headbands, one with pointy cat ears and the other with floppy dog ears.

And the best of all were two butt plugs that each had a 2-foot-long fluffy “tail” made out of the same mink material.

Laughing out loud, he put the box on the floor next to the pajamas, figuring he might use that later as well.

Kaitlyn was fast asleep with her hands still tied above her head as he walked over to her. The red marks all over her body from the whipping that he had given her earlier were starting to fade, so he decided it was time for another round. This time, he also tied her ankles with scarves to the corners of the bed so that her legs were spread wide and there would be no way for her to turn over to avoid the pain. He picked up his belt again and began to deliver a series of blows down on her breasts.

Smack! Smack! SMACK!.....

Over and over, each time harder than the last, until she woke up screaming and thrashing on the bed!

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! SMACK!.....

He tried to only whip her huge tits, but her flat stomach was also such a good target that he moved down, and then he saw her toned thigh muscles straining to break her legs free of the scarves, and they became the next target.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! SMACK!.....

Jack didn’t even spare her calves.

Indeed, he beat her legs so badly that the fishnet thigh-highs started to rip and tear.

After a while, Jack stopped and took a look at the results of his efforts.

Kaitlyn was shaking and crying, and her whole body, from her shoulders to the tops of her feet, was a deep red. Darker lines from the edges of the belt ran in every direction. Her thigh-highs were in tatters, and she was covered in sweat.

Jack moved to the foot of the bed and stood between her spread thighs with a clear sight of her pussy. He couldn’t resist. Raising the belt high over his head again, he rained another series of blows down on her open pussy.

Smack! SMACK! SMACK!!!...over and over until her whole groin, inner thighs and lower belly were even redder than the rest of her body.

Smack! SMACK! SMACK!!!..

Jack finally stopped when his hard-on was making it difficult for him to move effectively.

He dropped the belt to the floor and went over to check on the cameras to make sure they captured everything. Satisfied, he untied her legs and rolled her over on her stomach.

“Kaitlyn, baby, are you ok? How’s it going? Can I get you anything? Why is Tony doing this to you? Were you a bad girl?” Jack asked, wondering if the Tony thing would still get a reaction from her.

Kaitlyn only moaned in reply and might have mumbled something about Tony, but he wasn’t sure.

“Oh well,” thought Jack, “It doesn’t really matter anyway.”

Jack sat on the bed between her spread legs and started to massage her ass. Again, like everything else about this bitch her ass was perfect.

Round and soft.

Most of the red from the previous whipping on this side of her body was almost gone, and her skin was nice and tanned. He spread her cheeks and looked at her tiny little pink asshole. Reaching up, he moved her long blonde hair away from her face and off her back. He wanted to see her face during what was about to happen.

“Kaitlyn!” he yelled at her, “Wake up, babe, it’s time for your assfucking. Do you like getting fucked in the ass?”

Kaitlyn didn’t move or make a sound.

Jack moved her legs out as wide as he could make them go, used one hand to spread her ass cheeks to expose her asshole and punched it hard.

He made his fist with the middle finger knuckle out farther than the others, like a person would if they were giving someone a charley horse, but instead of punching a thigh, he was literally punching her asshole.

He punched her asshole hard several times at different angles.

At that, Kaitlyn started to wake up a little.

“Nooo…please don’t fuck my ass……” she replied weakly.

With one last squeeze of her ass, Jack got up, took another piss into the milk carton and grabbed a bottle of KY out of his bag.

But just before he got back into bed with Kaitlyn, her phone started to make text message sounds.

Jack thought it would be a good idea to read them and see if he needed to respond to keep anyone away from the house. Using Kaitlyn’s thumbprint, he unlocked her phone and started reading texts.

Two nonsense texts from someone named Hannah, Marty saying “Hello beautiful,” and three texts from Tony asking for some sexy pics to keep him happy while he’s at his son’s overnight camping trip.

“Perfect!” thought Jack. Tony's showing up was his main concern.

He put the phone down, got into bed between her legs, poured KY lotion all over his dick and positioned its head right against her asshole.

His cock was rock hard as he held it in his hand and tried to push it in, only to fail. Her tiny hole wouldn’t open enough to let his cock-head in. “Did Tony never fuck her ass?”

But he kept trying.

With a mighty thrust forward, it slipped in a few inches.

Jack moved back and forth, deeper and deeper each time until he was halfway in.

At that point, he shifted his body and drove the last 4 inches of his cock balls deep into her tight asshole.

Jack was in heaven. His whole 8” cock was surrounded by her anal heat and tightness.

He started fucking her slowly and long, allowing his cock to almost leave her asshole before plunging it fast and deep back in.

Incredibly, he could actually see her anal ring being pulled outward, unable to release its tight grip around his cock.

“Wake up bitch! I don’t want you to sleep through this!” Jack yelled as he punched her in the back of the head a few times.

“Whhaaat? What’s happening? Tony? Stop hit...hitting me, Tony.” Kaitlyn started to mumble.

Then she started moving her ass around.

“Sto.. Stop! That hurts...ass...please...no…..”

Jack made sure his cock was totally in her ass and then kept it there as he started to punch her in the back of her head, her shoulders, her back and especially her ribs. He wanted her ribs so bruised that it hurt her to breathe.

Each time he punched her, her body would jerk away in pain and cause her ass to move back and forth along his buried cock.

He grabbed two fistfuls of blonde hair and pulled back hard, causing her ass to push back into his groin. He repeated this over and over until he felt himself about to cum and then let go of her hair, pulled himself out and then got off the bed.

“Not yet bitch, not yet,” he said to her as he picked up the belt again.

This time, her backside got the same treatment as the front. She was screaming in pain, but Jack didn’t stop whipping her until her thighs, ass and back looked like it was almost bleeding red.

Getting back into bed, he put her legs together, sat on her thighs and pushed his cock all the way back into her asshole with one motion. Once he was balls deep again, he lay on top of her and started to slowly fuck her asshole in this prone position.

He pushed her hair away so he could see and kiss her face while his hands worked their way under her chest to squeeze her tits as he fucked her.

Kaitlyn was just a living fleshlight at this point, and Jack was loving it.

He spent a lot of time fucking her this way, slow then fast, sometimes completely still as he spent time feeling her tits and smelling her hair while quietly enjoying the sensations her body was providing him.

At last, though, he couldn’t hold back anymore, and he began to jackhammer himself into her ass while squeezing her tits as hard as he could.

His whole body started to shake and shudder as his cock erupted into her ass.

A few minutes after his last spurt shot into her bowels, he rolled off her onto his back and stayed in bed next to her, looking at the ceiling. He was breathing heavily and was covered in sweat. He looked at his watch and started laughing. It was 4 PM! He had been enjoying himself with her body for 4 hours now.

He reached over and untied her wrists, but she just lay still. He figured he had about 3 hours left before needing to give her another dose.

He spent a lot of time looking through her phone again, trying to get a good idea of how she texted people.

Jack texted Hannah and Megan that “she” wouldn’t be able to have lunch with them tomorrow. That “after tonight it would be tough for her to sit down for a while”. Her two slut friends got the joke and understood that she would be having sex with Tony.

He texted Marty, saying “she” was looking at her furry suits today, and asked him if he preferred the cat or the dog. Jack was curious about the answer. He wanted to see what she looked like as a cat, actually.

Now for Tony.

His plan was to expose Kaitlyn cheating on Marty, and these texts would prove it.

Jack had made it impossible to take a sexy pic of Kaitlyn that wouldn’t show all the whip marks he had given her, but he was looking at her mouth now and thought her lips looked fucking sexy as always. So he took a close-up pic of her mouth partially opened and sent it to him, saying that he could fuck her mouth for as long as he wanted the next time he saw her. Tony responded instantly, letting Jack know that they had plans to get together for a fuckfest on Sunday.

Jack texted back that “she” wanted it rough, that “she” wanted Tony to fuck her so hard that she’d feel it for days. “Tie me up and beat me. Rape me. Break every hole I have,” was the last text Tony was sent.

This made Tony go wild, and he promised that he would on Sunday, but that he had to go now to be with his kid.

And with that, Jack got up and went downstairs to the kitchen and looked for some food and a drink.

He noticed that there was no pizza box in the kitchen, so she must have refused the delivery.

“Too bad, pizza right now would have been great.” Jack thought.

But he did find beer and some things to make himself a sandwich.

He also saw a 2 ½ foot long and very thick zucchini on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, which sparked a few ideas of what to do with it.

By the time he went back upstairs, he saw that Kaitlyn had rolled over on her side in a fetal position, holding a pillow.

Her blonde hair looked amazing, catching the last of the light through the window as the sun was starting to set, and the curves of her hips and ass just begged for sex.

“Good God, she looks sexy as fucking hell all the time.’ he thought to himself as he tossed the zucchini on the floor and placed a tall bottle of tequila and two glasses on the side table.

He checked his cameras, swapped out storage media and moved one for a better angle for what he planned next.

Looking through his bag of tricks, he pulled out a good-sized taser that he thought he might have had to use against Tony if he showed up, pressed it against her ass and pressed the button.

Zap!

Kaitlyn’s whole body jerked and she rolled over on her back, which just left her massive boobs open for the next taze.

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

She screamed out loud with each one.

Moving quickly, Jack moved it between her legs, pressed it right against her clit and…” ZAP!”

This made Kaitlyn's legs start to shake, which Jack really enjoyed, so he did that a few more times all over her body until the battery ran out and then tossed the taser back into the bag.

Grabbing her wrists, he pulled her off the bed and into a standing position.

“Kaitlyn!” Time to go to the bathroom! Kaitlyn, walk with me!” he said loudly in her ear.

He got her into the bathroom but stopped her in front of the full-length mirror and admired his work.

“God, she is so fucking beautiful even with the shit kicked out of her.” Jack thought as he was squeezing her huge, and now fire-red, tits in his hands.

Sitting her down on the toilet, he held her upright by her shoulders and hoped that nature would take over. He had several more hours planned and didn’t want her pissing all over the bed.

He wrapped his hands in her blonde hair and put his half-hard cock in her mouth and waited.

When he heard the sound of her urine hitting water, Jack also started to piss, but in her mouth.

Kaitlyn moved her head around weakly but then started to swallow what he was giving her. Some still spilled out of her mouth and dripped down between her breasts, down her stomach, between her legs and into the bowl.

When they were both done, Jack stood her up, wiped his urine off her with a bath towel and walked her back to bed.

Jack took off what little remained of her thigh-highs and tossed them to the floor, but made sure to put her high heels back on. Then he slid Kaitlyn’s body around so that she was on her back with her head hanging over the end of the bed. He was going to fuck her mouth like he saw Tony doing it. Hopefully, she’d remember how to breathe while doing it in her drugged-out state.

As he started kneading her firm breasts, he noticed that her blonde hair was so long that it fell all the way to the floor. Jack always loved blonde hair; there was always something he wanted to do with it, but never had the chance. He hoped that he’d remember to do it before this night was over. His long cock started to harden as he moved in and rubbed it all over her face, all the while never taking his hands off her tits.

He smiled as he saw that her whole body was covered in whip marks, and then gave her breasts a really hard squeeze, which made her cry out and open her mouth. Jack used that open-mouth moment to push 5 inches of his cock between her lips until he hit the back of her throat. She still had 3” to go before taking his whole thing. Jack’s cock wasn’t huge, but it was big, and the viagra was keeping his 8 inches rock hard. Then he just started slowly moving back and forth, enjoying the sensation of mouth fucking her.

After a few minutes, he punched one of her tits hard, which made Kaitlyn jerk her head upward, which caused his dick to go a few inches down her throat and stay there until her body relaxed and his cock pulled back a little. So Jack punched the other tit and it happened again. Soon, Jack was alternately punching Kaitlyn’s tits, enjoying the deepthroat action he was creating.

The feeling of his cock head pushing into her tight throat opening and then back out and then back in over and over was absolutely amazing. And the sight of his fist sinking into her tits until it was half surrounded by her soft flesh was mesmerizing to see.

Jack felt himself getting close to cumming, so he punched her tit one last time and then lay on top of her, grabbing her thighs and pulling them towards him while putting his mouth right on her pussy.

When he could feel his balls hit her nose and her throat close tight around his cockhead he started fucking her hard and fast, all the while chewing and biting her pussy lips like they were a meal. Then he sucked on her clit, held it in his teeth and bit down as hard as he could as his cock exploded in her throat. Kaitlyn’s body just started spasming from not being able to breathe, and the sudden intense pain from her clit, which just made everything feel better for Jack.

But when he felt her finally start gagging and making retching sounds, he pulled out of her mouth. He did not want to be cleaning up any of her vomit.

He grabbed her by her hair and dragged her up so she was lying entirely on the bed again.

Jack looked at the time.

It was almost 7 PM.

The roofie that he had given her was going to run out soon, so he made up another dose using the tequila he brought up from the kitchen. He arranged all the pillows at the top of the bed, sat back against them and was able to move her so she was sitting against his chest and between his legs. He put the glass to her lips and little by little poured it into her mouth. After that, he tipped the ½ full tequila bottle so it dripped slowly into her mouth until it was almost gone. She must have been thirsty because she didn’t spill a drop.

Jack let her head fall back against his shoulders and just sat there holding her and running his hands all over her body.

He enjoyed the feeling of her nipples as each of his hands moved over her breasts.

And he was still able to smell a trace of her perfume as he kissed her neck and moved his face into her hair.

Grabbing the tequila bottle for himself, he poured the last of it into his glass and took his second viagra pill.

Then he noticed that her phone had a few new text messages, so he started reading while sucking on her shoulder.

There were several that he didn’t care about, and one from Marty.

“I’m very happy that you’re interested. Dress as a dog, please,” he said.

“Damn,” thought Jack, “I was hoping for a cat.”

He thought about dressing her up like that now, but it would be too much work, and he wasn’t really into that thing.

A cheerleader or French maid, though, definitely.

He started roughly kneading her tits again and thought, “Fuck, I wish I had thought to get a cheerleader outfit for her. She’d look fantastic in one.”

Jack texted Marty back, “Ok. When you get back on Tuesday, I’ll greet you at the door dressed up in that outfit and will do anything you ask.”

Marty texted back a series of hearts.

Speaking directly into her left ear, Jack said, “Fuck you, you bitch. That guy is way too good for you.”

Then he got out of bed and went down to the kitchen again for another beer.

It was a good 30 minutes until Jack came back upstairs; he wanted the roofie to be in full effect.

“Kaitlyn! Kaitlyn! You awake? Slut? Hello? Tony is here! Kaitlyn?” he called out as he turned on the bedroom lights.

Nothing, she was dead to the world this time around.

“Let's see if I can wake her up somehow,” thought Jack as he picked up the zucchini and the bottle of KY and put them on the bed.

The zucchini was thick, heavy and 2 ½ feet long and 6” in diameter in the middle.

On the bed, he lay her flat on her back and spread her legs before applying the KY all over one end of the green vegetable and pressing it right against the entrance of her bald pussy.

The first few inches went in easily, but at around 7” things slowed down, but that just told Jack that he had to push it in harder.

Which he did.

Violently with a hard shove.

That got about 10” in with her pink pussy lips spread so tight around the wide green Zucchini, he was wondering if they would tear.

He pulled it almost all the way out and then shoved it back in harder than before.

And then again, and again.

A little deeper each time.

When it went in about 11 inches, it bottomed out on her cervix.

Jack worked it in and out at this depth and looked at Kaitlyn's breasts, moving back and forth and all around on her chest.

He kept it buried in her, moved up to her head, and gently slapped her face, trying to wake her up.

She moaned a little and mumbled, “Wha?...Mmmmm….tired….sleep….”

With that, Jack grabbed his belt again and began to whip her breasts viciously, but this time he held the opposite end and let the brass buckle strike her body.

Kaitlyn woke up screaming in pain as the buckle smashed down on her right breast.

WHAM!

And then her left breast.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Over and over, and then her belly and then her legs.

Wherever her hands weren’t, that was where Jack aimed the buckle for.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

She tried rolling over on her back to escape, but Jack just started to whip her back, her ass and her legs.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Incredibly, the Zucchini remained buried in her pussy despite her thrashing around, closing her legs and turning over on her stomach.

Jack moved quickly to the end of the bed, grabbed the middle of the zucchini and began ramming it in and out of her pussy as hard as he could, making sure it bottomed out on her cervix each time.

Screaming, Kaitlyn pushed herself up on her hands and knees and started to crawl forward on the bed, desperately trying to escape with a 1½ foot of bright green zucchini sticking out of her pussy.

It was a surreal sight.

Not pausing for a second, Jack began whipping her on her ass and on her back.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!.....

Each time the metal buckle hit her flesh, it would leave the mark of a red square with a line through the middle.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Kaitlyn scrambled to the top of the bed and curled up in a ball, covering herself with a pillow.

Jack grabbed her by her blonde hair, dragged her off the bed and made her stand before him.

She was openly sobbing and still holding the pillow over her face when at last the zucchini slowly slid out of her pussy and fell to the floor.

“Pick it up!” He yelled at her as he used the grip he still had on her hair to move her to her knees.

Her hand, shaking wildly, reached down and picked up the vegetable that caused her so much agony.

“Get back into bed and fuck yourself with it,” he demanded.

Jack had no idea if Kaitlyn even knew what he was saying at this point; he just wanted to see what she would do.

Crying constantly, she stood up, turned around, got into bed and started to rub the zucchini up and down over her pussy.

It was almost like in her drugged mind, she was trying to use it to make the pain go away.

Jack noticed the square whip marks from the buckle all over her luscious body and also a few tiny drops of blood.

As he intended, her breasts got the worst of it. They were a discolored mix of bright red and brown bruises, but he wasn’t even close to being done with them yet.

“It’s ok, baby. Let me help you,” he said as he moved the zucchini away and, with a scarf, he tied her arms tight behind her back. Then he laid her down on her back and on top of her arms, which caused her enormous and now swollen breasts to stick way out.

Then he used other scarves tied to the bed and her ankles to spread her legs out wide.

Standing at the end of the bed, he shoved the zucchini as deep into her pussy as it would go and then started to move it around at different angles, just trying to grind it into her as painfully as he could.

Kaitlyn’s eyes looked at the ceiling, and her mouth was opened wide, but she was in so much pain that she could barely breathe, let alone scream or cry.

In and out, in and out…..

Each time, he made sure to hit her cervix hard and grind it around before pulling it out.

In and out, in and out…..

There was a good 13 inches of it in her pussy by now.

He pulled it all the way out and then pushed it slowly back in using a wide corkscrewing motion.

In and out, in and out…..

He stopped rotating and just began slamming it into her cervix as hard as he could, over and over.

It started to make a Thunk! Sound.

Thunk….Thunk….Thunk!

Finally, he stopped with it buried as deep as it would go, stood up and grabbed his belt again, this time by the buckle.

And began whipping just her breasts.

Because her legs were spread and held tight, she had no leverage to move her breasts away from the blows.

And the way her arms were positioned under her back it made her breasts stand out like they were just begging to be abused.

Jack obliged.

Over and over, again and again.

By the time he stopped whipping her breasts, Jack had never seen skin so red as her tits were now and his hard as a rock cock told him that he was going to titfuck her and titfuck her now.

He didn’t want to remove the zucchini; that log of green sticking out of her just looked amazing still lodged in her pussy like it was.

He looked down at her face, but he really couldn’t tell what was going on in Kaitlyn’s mind right now. She might even be catatonic at this point. It didn’t matter to him anyway.

So he straddled her face and put his cock between her tits.

He rubbed his balls over her open eyes and mouth as he positioned his cock between her abused tits.

He grabbed both breasts but quickly let go, being so surprised at how hot her skin felt, but then he laughed and pushed both of her bright red tits together around his cock.

Kaitlyn started talking beneath him, but at that point, his asshole was literally pressed down on her mouth, so Jack had no idea what she was trying to say, but the thought of his asshole being right over her mouth was thrilling to him.

Jack was in heaven as he took his time and squeezed her fat tits and rubbed them all over his cock while rubbing his ass all over her face.

After a good 10 minutes, her tits were slick with his precum, and then he started wondering what fucking her ass while the zucchini was in her pussy felt like.

So he untied her legs and arms, rolled her over on her stomach and slammed his cock into her asshole.

Her ass was tight before, but even tighter now. Through the thin wall of flesh between ass and pussy he could feel the hard zucchini at the underside of his cock as he slid in and out.

But Jack thought that it wasn’t really the best feeling, so he pulled the zucchini out of her pussy and really started to hate fuck her asshole.

He had already cum a few times today, so he was in no danger of cumming quickly. So it was probably a good 25 minutes of pure pleasure before Jack felt like he was getting ready to cum.

He didn’t slow down or try to hold back; he just blew his load deep in her ass and loved every second of it.

Exhausted, Jack collapsed on top of her with his cock still in her ass.

Keeping his cock in its place, he reached out, grabbed his phone, set the alarm for midnight and fell asleep.

The sound of his phone’s alarm woke him up as scheduled.

He rolled off Kaitlyn’s body and took a piss into the milk jug again.

Jack picked up the zucchini and had a good laugh when he saw that 3 inches of the end he had been slamming into Kaitlyn’s cervix was all soft and crushed.

And that was one hard and solid vegetable to begin with.

After taking a good look at the condition of Kaitlyn’s body, he made mental notes of some areas that still needed a good whipping, including the soles of her feet, because Jack thought it would be funny when just taking a step caused her pain.

He reached into his bag and pulled out two nylon straps with ratchets. He pulled Kaitlyn up to her feet and looped one strap around both arms behind her back. Then he used the ratchet to pull her arms together, not stopping until it looked like her shoulders were going to pop from their sockets.

Kaitlyn’s eyes opened wide, and she screamed from the pain in her shoulders, but Jack just started punching her repeatedly in her stomach and breasts several times, like her body was a punching bag, before pushing her into bed on her back.

Her whole body started to spasm in pain as she tried to move her body off her arms and onto her side.

But Jack then ran the other strap under the bed and attached each hook at the ends to the scarves tied tightly around each of Kaitlyn’s ankles. Using that strap’s ratchet, he was able to spread her legs obscenely wide across her bed to a degree that would make a gymnast jealous.

Jack then spent a long time slowly whipping every inch of exposed flesh that was on the bed before him.

Whack! Whack! Whack!....

Sometimes he hit her with the brass buckle side.

Whack! Whack! Whack!.......

Sometimes he hit her with the leather side.

Whack! Whack! Whack!.....

Her inner thighs, which had somehow escaped past whippings, were not spared this time.

Whack! Whack! Whack!...

But as always, her breasts received the majority of the blows. Special care was made to make sure the space between her breasts that he had just recently been fucking was whipped red with both leather and brass.

Kaitlyn had been unconscious for most of this abuse, but Jack didn’t mind. This was all for when she woke up tomorrow, anyway.

He grabbed a sandpaper block out of his bag and made his way between her obscenely stretched legs, and looked at his handy work as he stroked his hard cock.

Her whole body, except for her face, neck and the bottom of her feet, was all different shades of red, but he wasn’t done quite yet.

Using the sandpaper block, he started rubbing it back and forth over her clit and then down its sides. He didn’t stop until the little nub was bleeding profusely.

Then he pushed his cock into her pussy and lay his whole body on top of her. If she had been conscious, the additional strain this caused on her arm and hip sockets would have been excruciating, but she didn’t make a sound.

Jack started fucking her slowly, savoring each stroke, knowing that this was probably the last time he’d be fucking her tonight.

Keeping his dick in her pussy he began to use the sandpaper block on her breasts.

Over, under and all around, he worked the block along each of her huge breasts.

Back and forth...

Sometimes barely even touching her skin, and sometimes bearing down hard.

From the base up to her nipples and then up and over before going down again until all the dead skin was removed and the sandpaper started scraping away live cells.

He only stopped when blood started to literally ooze out everywhere on her tits.

That was when he dropped the sandpaper block and really started to fuck Kaitlyn hard and fast.

Through all this, she didn’t make a sound or even move.

Jack fucked her for a long time. His dick was actually a little sore after all this fucking in the last 12 hours, but at last, he felt the familiar build-up, and with a massive sigh, he flooded her pussy again with his cum.

He laughed when he noticed her blood on his chest and groin and used the same bath towel he used to wipe his piss off her earlier to remove her blood from his body.

He was exhausted and needed to bring this night to an end, so he took out the baseball bat that last night he had glued sandpaper all around the end of and started to slowly corkscrew it into her pussy. He got it in a good 6 inches before corkscrewing it back out of her.

And then a hard shove in until it hit her cervix.

Again and again.

And when it was in as far as he could push it, he started the corkscrew motion again, making sure to grind her cervix with the sandpaper.

As he slowly pulled the bat out of her, he saw that it was covered in blood, but not too much, just enough to show that he caused an insane amount of pain but no real lasting damage.

“One last time with the zucchini,” he thought as he pushed it hard between her still spread wide legs.

He got about 10 inches in before hitting resistance, so he rammed it back and forth, trying to get it in deeper each time. Soon, he got to 12 inches or maybe 13. Definitely hitting her cervix at this point.

“Maybe I moved enough shit around in there that it’s in her womb now,” he thought with a laugh.

Then he started moving it around in wide circles, trying to really stretch her out when….

There was a sickeningly loud “SNAP!” sound.

“Shit!” said Jack. “What the fuck was that?”

When he pulled the zucchini out of her pussy he saw that it was missing the bottom part.

There were still 4 or 5 inches of zucchini left in her pussy!

Jack put his fingers all the way into her pussy, but the broken piece was so deep he couldn’t even feel it.

“Well,” he thought, “Fuck it. I’ll let her take it out.”

With that, he undid the ratchets and started putting everything he brought back into his duffle bag.

Just before he packed the sandpaper block, he remembered to give the bottom of her feet a good going over. So he took off her heels and used the block to rub the soles of her feet raw, and left her in bed on her back with her legs spread.

The final thing he wanted to do to her was with his piss that he had been saving.

He took out a large enema bottle, a bottle of India ink, and also grabbed the furry tail butt-plug.

After adding his piss to the enema bottle, he then poured all of the black India ink in after that.

Jack didn’t know what the ink would do, if anything, but he hoped that seeing her toilet bowl turn pitch black after taking an explosive shit would scare the fuck out of her and mess with her head.

He emptied the entire blackened piss-filled enema bottle into her ass and then plugged her up with the butt-plug.

Not a drop was spilled.

Jack then returned the furry suits to where they were in her closet and returned everything else, including the ripped-up thigh-highs, that he had moved back to their original spots, making sure to even clean the plate and the glasses he had used, including the glass on the patio he had used for her first roofie dose. Even the broken Zucchini went back to the bottom shelf in the refrigerator.

Everything else went back into his duffle bag, including the towel he used to clean her off and all the bottles of beer he had enjoyed.

He wanted no evidence that anyone was in the house.

Jack wanted to fuck her mind up as much as possible tomorrow.

Looking at her breasts, he could see that they were all clotted over and weren’t bleeding anymore, so he thought it safe to dress her in the silk pajamas that he had left on the floor by the bed.

If she woke up and her pajamas weren’t stained with blood, he was sure that it would add to her confusion even more.

Jack expected that when she did wake up, she’d call an ambulance, and then the hospital would call the police to open a rape investigation. They’d find no evidence of a break-in, and her own text messages would show that she was having an affair and was asking for it. Marty would then know that she was cheating on him and get rid of her. Tony wouldn’t be charged with anything because he had an alibi and witnesses who said he wasn’t there Friday night.

With a smile, he straightened her bed up as much as he could, opened all the windows in the bedroom, spread the curtains wide and then, after giving her a long wet kiss, he left.

Part 2

When Kaitlyn woke up the next morning, she just laid in bed afraid to move. Tears started running uncontrollably from her eyes because literally, every inch of her body was in pain. She could see that she was in her bedroom, but she had no memory of how she got there.

She raised her hand to her face and was shocked to see that her entire arm was sore, bruised and had thick red marks that crisscrossed up and down her arm. There was also a square with a line in the middle, patterned all over. Her other arm was the same way.

Her white silk pajamas covered the rest of her body.

Tears started flowing freely down her face from the overwhelming pain that was coming from every part of her body, even the soles of her feet.

Her breasts felt like they were on fire, her ribs hurt just to breathe, and her legs just throbbed in agony. When she tried to roll over on her side to get out of bed, she was almost paralyzed by the pain coming from her vagina.

With much effort, she stood up and managed to stagger into the bathroom and look at herself in the mirror. There was not a mark on her face, but below her neck looked bright red.

Holding back, screaming out in pain, she pulled her white silk pajama top over her breasts and up to her neck and gasped in horror when she saw how badly her body had been beaten. From neck to waist, her skin was red, raw and covered in whip(?) marks like her arms.

But her poor breasts were the worst of all. They were so swollen and a bright scarlet red color, speckled with black dried flakes.

“OMG, is that blood?” she thought.

She didn’t know that human skin could be as red as her breasts were. Like her arms, her breasts also had whip marks all over them with the same square pattern, and her nipples were entirely black and crusted with dried blood.

Both her arms felt dislocated as she pulled her pajama top over her head, noting that even her hair hurt. Turning slightly, she saw that her back was in the same shape as her front. She untied her pajama bottoms and let them slip to the floor, and she saw that her legs were in the same condition as the rest of her body.

“What the hell happened to me?” she said to herself in total despair.

“There’s…...there’s something…..inside?...inside me?” her mind said in a panic as she held her lower belly.

“Oh my god….help me….please….what?” she cried out.

She instinctively knew that there was something inside her, and her fingers reached into her vagina to get it out.

The agony from her fingers rubbing against her vaginal walls was incredibly bad, but she felt something….something hard?...her fingers couldn’t get a grip….she saw that they were now covered in blood….but at last she was able to grip it enough to slowly pull it out.

“What the fuck is that???” she cried out as it dropped to the floor, making a loud, wet thud sound.

It looked like a baseball, but it was green and covered with her blood.

But she didn’t have any time to look at it further because now the overwhelming pain from her intestines and bladder was demanding that she had to go to the bathroom. Still, the thought of the pain from bending her body to sit on the toilet horrified her, so she dropped a bath towel to the floor, stood over it and started peeing.

Her vagina was in such agony that she expected to see massive amounts of blood come out. There definitely was some, but not a lot, and it was a mix of blood and yellow urine that fell onto the towel and ran down between her legs.

She felt something else against her thighs, though.

“What is that?”

But her body hurt too much for her to turn around and look, but she could see it in the mirrors.

“Is that...a tail?….oh my god.”

Her hand moved down over her ass and after trying multiple times was able to grab the tail with her fingertips.

She tugged lightly a few times, but it wouldn’t come loose.

When she noticed the pain each tug had on her ass, she realized with a sudden horror that the tail was one of the butt-plugs Marty had bought for her.

She started to feel nauseous from the discomfort in her bowels as she felt the overwhelming pressure to have a bowel movement.

In pure desperation, she held onto the sink next to the toilet, grabbed the tail, gave as hard a pull as she could manage and felt it start to slide out of her butt. Her asshole slowly stretched and allowed the plug to escape with a “plop” sound.

She knew that she had to turn quickly and sit on the toilet before…..too late!

With an enormous gushing sound, a black fountain of diarrhea exploded out of her asshole and sprayed the bathroom floor, walls, toilet, tub and sink. Her legs were shaking wildly as she desperately tried to ignore the agony her body was in and to sit down on the toilet. By the time she did, though, most of the black piss and shit had left her body, and she just sat there crying, trying to comprehend what kind of nightmare she was enduring right now.

After sitting there for a while, she finally managed to stand amid the black, stinking muck on the floor and turned the shower on, but quickly turned it off after the water spray felt like fire on her abused skin. After a few minutes of standing there looking in the full-length bathroom mirror at her beaten body with black shit running down between her legs and crying helplessly, she swallowed several Motrin from the cabinet, wiped her legs and ass the best she could with a towel and then carefully and slowly made her way back to bed where she just laid down naked and tried to figure out what happened and what she needed to do.

Should she call an ambulance? Or the police? Her husband? Tony?

Was she raped? Did she fall down the stairs? Is this a sunburn? What?

She wasn’t even sure what time or even what day it was.

She looked to where she put her cell phone every night, and there it was on the table next to the bed. With a groan, she grabbed it and hoped that it might have some clues about what happened to her, but there wasn’t much. The last thing she clearly remembered was talking to her friend Bethany on the phone around 11:00 AM.

But it’s only 11:30 AM now?

No, it was now 11:30 AM on the following day!

The thought, “OMG! Where did those 24 hours go?” rushed through her head.

Checking her phone, she sees that her husband texted to say hello and …………

“WHAT DID SHE TEXT HIM BACK??” her mind yelled.

When she read the texts to and from Tony, she almost lost her mind.

“I …..asked for this? Tony…. did this…? OMG.” Her mind reeled.

No, she must have been attacked by someone else. He loved her, and he was at an overnight with his kid.

But…… she remembered somehow that yes, he had done all of this.

She had dressed in the slutty outfit that he told her to.

She remembered talking to him; she even asked him why he was hurting her, punching her, doing so many horrible and painful things to her.

And… she asked him to rape her? To do everything he did to me? No, she couldn’t have!

“I need to go to the hospital…..no….I can’t. Too many questions. Marty might find out about Tony...can’t let that happen…Marty will divorce me. This has to be kept secret,” she said to herself.

She was raped, yes! By who? When? How? But if so, how or why was she dressed?

She didn’t want to call the police until she talked to Tony. Marty might find out about the affair with Tony if they weren’t careful. He’d divorce her and leave her with nothing. Her mind was racing in panic mode. “I have to be careful,” she thought, “I have years more to go until the prenup agreement is over.”

She stared at the ceiling, able to feel the pulse of her heartbeat in every inch of her tortured body until finally getting some relief by passing out.

Waking up a few hours later, in no less agony, she eventually made her way out of the bedroom and downstairs to the kitchen. She had to take her pajama top off when she got to the bottom of the stairs because even walking caused her massive boobs to bounce, and even the softest silk was too rough as it rubbed against her tortured breasts. But the pain in her vagina was beyond her understanding. It felt like something was broken deep inside her. She took a few Tylenol and washed them down with several shots of vodka. She checked the front and back doors, but they were locked. Nothing in the house was out of place. She was hoping for signs of a robbery or anything else that might help explain what happened, but no such luck.

Also, everything in her bedroom is exactly how it always was. She thought that at least something would be out of place if she had been attacked.

Then she found the tattered remains of the white thigh-highs that Tony always asks her to wear.

Everything seemed to lead back to Tony.

She moved one hand up to cup one of her breasts, and she winced in pain. The other was resting between her legs in a vain attempt to ease the raging pain in her vagina.

She walked slowly like that back up to her bedroom, bathroom and then turned on warm water for a bath. After much careful maneuvering, she was sitting in the tub as it filled with water. The warm water and soft bubbles felt good, and she eased her head back and tried to relax. She winced as the water reached her breasts and reluctantly opened her eyes to look at them. Her eyes went wide in horror as all the black specks of blood on her breasts and nipples started to melt away, but as they did, they turned the soapy bath water a shade of reddish-black and brown.

Eventually, she finished her bath and even managed to wash her hair after turning the water pressure way down.

Standing in front of the full-length bathroom mirror, she again surveyed the damage done to her beaten but still luscious body.

“What was done to my breasts?” she thought as she gently cupped one and moved her body a little close to the mirror. Before today, her small hand would have sunk deep into the round, soft globe of her breast if she held them this way, but not anymore. They were so bruised and so swollen that her hand barely made an indent against her tight skin. Looking closely, she saw dozens of tiny red dots of blood starting to reappear all over every part of her breasts.

“Was... I stabbed with….what... hundreds of tiny needles?” she thought to herself.

Her nipples were the worst, though. Blood started to form faster there, and small rivulets rolled down her large globes and then slowly down her stomach. She took a bath towel and pressed it as close against her as she could without causing too much pain to stop the bleeding. Even doing this caused her extreme pain in her shoulders. Both shoulders felt like when she had dislocated her shoulder in a fall when she was a kid. It also felt like that in her hips when she walked. Holding the towel against both breasts, she walked over to the open windows that looked out over her pool. It was a beautiful, hot, sunny day, and she could see the glass she had been drinking from yesterday still on the table next to her chair by the pool. She sighed in pain and in frustration from not knowing what happened to her, and was terrified that it could happen again. She had to find out.

Part 3

Jack stayed in his office most of the morning to see Kaitlyn wake up. He had both audio and video recording constantly, but he wanted to see it live as best he could through the windows. There she was on his giant 4K television, sprawled out on her bed. Her loose silk pajama top did little to hide the enormous curve of her tits, despite even her lying on her back.

“Fuck, they are gorgeous,” he thought as he started to get a hard-on remembering all the fun he had with them for the past 24 hours.

A little after 11 AM, Kaitlyn started to stir. The first ten minutes before she woke up were just the sound of her moaning in pain. Then her breathing got a little faster, and her moaning got louder.

Then he could see her face contorted in pain until finally her eyes and mouth opened wide.

This is what Jack wanted to see: the horror in her face as she saw and felt what had been done to her body, but her having no memory of how it happened.

Seeing her slowly get up and stumble into her bathroom made him regret not installing cameras throughout her house to capture everything. A bathroom cam would have been incredible. But he also didn’t want to get caught, either, after she called the cops.

He started laughing, though, when he saw a black fountain stream out of her ass in a bathroom mirror reflection.

When she came back to her bed, her top was pulled up to her neck, and he got a great look at those giant tits that were now all swollen, whipped and bruised.

“Holy fuck!” he thought, “her nipples are black with dried blood!”

His dick was rock hard now, and he started to jerk himself off as she lay back down on the bed. He blew his load by the time she had fallen asleep.

Later in the day, Jack saw her close all the curtains in her bedroom and then also in all the other rooms in the house.

The following day, just as the sun was starting to set, Jack was in his front yard watering his flower garden as usual. He was amazed that the police or an ambulance hadn’t been to her house either Saturday or Sunday, or that Kaitlyn hadn’t driven herself to the ER. The only vehicle that came to her house this morning was a cleaning company truck. Jack laughed to himself, knowing what needed to be cleaned.

But when she opened the front door to her house and started slowly walking towards him, he stopped smiling and his heart began to pump so furiously that he thought he was going to have a stroke.

Did she know it was him somehow? Was she coming to accuse him? Fuck! What was going to happen?

She was walking very slowly as every movement caused her extreme pain.

As she got closer, she smiled and waved and asked if she could talk to him for a minute.

Her sincere smile eased Jack's mind, but he was still cautious.

“Hello, Jack,” she said softly. She was wearing a headband to keep her long blonde hair out of her face and was wearing slippers, a long-sleeved silk shirt buttoned all the way to her neck and baggy silk pajama pants bottoms that covered her to her ankles.

She looked absolutely beautiful as always.

“Fucking bitch only wears silk,” Jack thought to himself as he replied, “Hello, Kaitlyn. What can I do for you?”

“This is going to sound strange, but did you hear or see anything strange at my house Friday night?” she asked.

Desperately trying to maintain eye contact and not look at her breasts, Jack shook his head and said, “No. I worked in my yard till about six and then went to bed early. What kind of noises are you talking about?”

“I’m not sure,” she replied with a scared and pained look on her face as she wiped some sweat from her forehead.

Noticing that, Jack asked, “It’s really hot out here. Do you want to come in out of the sun and tell me about it?”

Kaitlyn looked around at her other neighbors’ houses and realized that she didn’t know any of them. The only one that might help her was Jack. And she desperately needed help. “Ok,” she said, “Thank you.”

Once in the kitchen, he asked her if she wanted vodka and lemonade with plenty of ice, which she readily agreed to.

As Kaitlyn sat down on a kitchen chair, Jack took great pleasure in noticing the split second of agony that she couldn’t keep off her face when her ass touched the seat.

“I think there was someone in my house Friday night….. as I was sleeping,” she said.

“Damn! That’s horrible. Any signs of a break-in?” He asked with fake concern.

“None,” she replied.

“Are you….. Ok?” he asked, trying not to laugh out loud.

She just nodded.

“Did you see any cars in the street or driveway?” she asked desperately.

“Not really. Just your plumber’s truck like I usually do,” he said, trying to plant a seed in her mind for who her attacker was. “What has he been working on so much anyway?”

At that, Kaitlyn got scared for an entirely different reason. Did Jack notice Tony’s truck multiple times? Oh shit, she thought. I can’t go to the police at all now. If they investigate and ask Jack questions…..

“Oh, just a sink. He left some tools and had to come back,” she replied, trying to explain why he was there multiple times.

“Ok,” Jack said as he handed her another drink, much stronger than the first. “Do you want me to walk the house, open up all the doors and make sure no one is there?”

The thought that someone was still in her house had never occurred to Kaitlyn, and now she was horrified. She looked through the kitchen window at her house. It was almost dark and there wasn’t a light on in her house right now.

But she was more concerned about Tony.

They had planned for a sex-filled Sunday night, and she was worried that he was still going to come over despite her texting him not to and that they couldn’t be together anymore.

His reaction to that was a frenzy of texts and phone calls that she didn’t reply to or answer.

She was afraid of him now that she knew what he could do to her and might do again.

She finished her drink, trying to get some courage from it. And continued staring through the window.

“Kaitlyn? Are you ok?” Jack asked.

“I’m so tired but afraid to go to sleep and afraid to go home,” she replied honestly.

Jack had to contain himself from jumping up and down; he was so excited as he realized the golden opportunity that was opening up before him. She was afraid of going home. Afraid of seeing Tony tonight!

“Look, Kaitlyn. I have a guest bedroom with its own bathroom that you can use tonight. It has a door that locks from the inside, and you’ll be very safe and can sleep well. You look like you need it,” he suggested.

“I shouldn’t….” she trailed off weakly, “but maybe….”

As she was considering, Jack gave her another very strong vodka lemonade as they continued talking until it was fully dark outside.

They then talked for some time about Marty and when he would be back.

Eventually, Kaitlyn relaxed and agreed to stay the night, as she drunkenly thought Jack wasn’t a threat and she really wanted to be out of the house if Tony arrived.

“I think maybe I will take you up on that offer, Jack,” she said with a slight slur.

At that, he secretly poured some roofie powder into a glass of water and then fished something out of a cabinet.

“Here, take one of these. It’s some Ambien to help you sleep,” he said, taking her empty drink away from her and passing her the glass of roofied water. “Here, take that pill and I’ll show you to the room.”

Even though Kaitlyn was very drunk, she was still in a lot of pain, so going up a flight of stairs to the room was slow going. But that wasn’t a problem for Jack. He was behind her the whole way, looking at her and remembering fucking her naked ass the whole time. He also planned on being the perfect gentleman until she passed out. So he led her to the bed, turned the covers over and said good night after reminding her to lock the door after he left. He heard the door lock, and he smiled thinking, “Fuck you slut, I have a key. See you in a little while.”

Thirty minutes later, Jack unlocked the bedroom door with the pretense that he had heard Kaitlyn cry out. But Kaitlyn made no response to his entering the room. She was once again dead to the world. But not dead to Jack.

He set up his cameras around the bedroom and started taking off his clothes.

Naked, he pulled back the blanket and sheet, took off her clothes and laid down next to her in bed.

He wanted to see how much damage he had done to her body and needed to think about what more he could do tonight.

His hand started to knead her breasts, and she moaned slightly in pain. Her tits were so red and bruised he couldn’t take his eyes off them. He wondered if he squeezed them hard enough, he could make them bleed. So he grabbed one of her tits in his hand and just squeezed really hard until her tender tit flesh oozed out between his fingers.

Tiny spots of blood started oozing out in several spots, and Jack smiled at his handiwork.

He bent his head down and took the nipple on the breast that was just squeezed into his mouth and started sucking on it. Trying to get as much tit in his mouth as he could while he sucked and bit on her nipple.

That caused her to bleed too.

YES!

Success.

Several small rivulets of blood trailed down from her nipple,

He then ran his hand down her stomach and rubbed her pussy, which also caused her to moan in pain.

Thinking that no matter what little thing he did to her tonight, she was going to be in pain from what he did to her 2 days ago made Jack’s cock hard as a rock.

He climbed on top of her, put his cock into her pussy and began to slowly fuck her, enjoying every moan and he could get from he,r which was constantly.

This time, he kissed her constantly and enjoyed how her moaning mouth vibrated against his own as his cock rubbed against all the tiny scrapes and tears in her pussy.

When he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed it in deep, that was when she came alive and screamed in pain into his ear, so he covered her mouth with his hand and did it again.

And again.

And again.

Each time he thrilled at the muffled scream he was causing her to make. He wasn’t even close to her cervix that he brutalized, but her whole pussy was so bruised, torn and sore that he might as well have been hitting it from her reaction.

Jack then grabbed her legs and pushed them up so that her knees were on either side of her head and her legs were pressed into her tits and started to jackhammer into her pussy really hard.

This must have been a whole new kind of agony for her because Kaitlyn started to hyperventilate, but Jack didn’t stop.



He started to move faster because he was just about ready to cum. Suddenly pushing both her legs out to her sides, he fell on her tits and kissed her passionately as he exploded inside her.

Jack just laid on top of her, kissing her lips and face, still moving his barely softening cock slowly inside her, enjoying every second that he could.

He rolled off her and laughed after noticing that his cock was covered with her blood.

Then Jack heard the sound of a car door slam.

“Kaitlyn!” a man’s voice yelled out, “Kaitlyn! You can’t end us! Talk to me, baby! I need you!”

Jack wiped his dick, grabbed his phone and turned on the video recorder. He suspected that this might come in handy later.

He put on his shorts and snuck out the side door opposite Marty’s driveway.

Of course, it was Tony.

Horny bastard must be pissed that he’d been cut off from Kaitlyn’s pussy.

Jack made sure to record his truck and license plate.

He also secretly got Tony trying to force open the front and back door, all the while saying how much he missed and loved Kaitlyn.

So now Jack, if necessary, had all he needed to show Marty what Kaitlyn had been up to.

Eventually, Tony drove away, and Jack went back to fuck the naked blonde bimbo that Tony was looking for.

Up her ass this time too, a few times.

Part 4

Kaitlyn woke up Monday morning feeling a little refreshed but still extremely sore. She saw that her vagina started to bleed again overnight, and her asshole was burning like fire again, but she felt better overall than yesterday.

She wondered what Tony ended up doing last night and looked at her phone.

“67 messages! Shit!” she thought.

She texted him back, “It’s over, Tony, if I have to say it again, I’m going to the police.”

She hoped her bluff worked because she really couldn’t go to the police.

He answered, “Fuck you then, bitch.”

And that, she hoped, was that.

Making her way downstairs, she smelled the coffee that Jack was making.

“He is such a nice guy,” she thought with a smile.

After a quick breakfast and thanking Marty for letting her stay over, she slowly walked to the door to go back home and take a long bath.

“By the way, you had a visitor last night at your house. He was pretty insistent on getting into your house and talking to you. I didn’t talk to him, but I recorded it all in case you need to call the cops on him.” Jack told her.

Kaitlyn stopped in her tracks, unsure of what to do before saying, “No, that’s ok. Thank you though. He won’t be coming back.”.

“Well, just in case. Let me know if you need it.” Jack said with his smile unseen behind her back.

“Ok. Thanks again,” said Kaitlyn as she left.

She didn’t know how she was going to hide all her bruises from Marty when he got home. She’d probably have to wear clothes that covered her head to toe while he was home. Maybe she’d go to a Spa and just hide in a hotel for a week or something.

She didn’t know what to do, but then she remembered the text she had sent Marty Friday night, promising him that she would wear that ridiculous furry outfit that he had given her and do anything he asked.

“Shit!” she thought.

Going to her bedroom, she retrieved the box of outfits and took them out to look at them again.

Touching them with her fingers, she noticed how incredibly soft it was, and then she got hopeful when she realized that it would cover all her bruises if she wore it.

Marty would never see her bruises and wouldn’t ask her any questions.

Kaitlyn tried it on to see how awful it would be.

The suit was a one-piece full-body leotard, and even though it was extremely stretchy, there was still enough pressure against her skin to cause pain as she stepped her legs into it and pulled it up to her waist.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled it up over her swollen and sore breasts and started crying because her skin was still so sore.

At last, she pulled the hood with the dog ears over her head, picked up the butt-plug tail and looked at herself in the mirror.

“Holy shit! This is humiliating,” she said out loud.

Kaitlyn made sure she had some lube for the plug and the right makeup to give herself whiskers on her face and a black spot on her nose.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m going to do this,” she said defeatedly.

Taking the outfit off, she put it and the tail from the bathroom back in the box. Then she put on some soft pajamas and went to the kitchen to make lunch.

After making herself a large and very strong Margarita, she opened the refrigerator to pull out some veggies for a salad when she noticed something odd-looking about the zucchini she had gotten recently. A large chunk at one end was broken off.

“That’s really strange,” she thought as she took it out and put it on the counter, “How did I not notice that when I bought it?”.

Thinking nothing more about it, she finished her lunch and sat down on the couch in the living room to think about and review all that had happened to her in the past few days.

Kaitlyn started to feel nauseous when she thought about what happened in the bathroom and what the cleaning company had to clean up. It took them hours, and all the towels needed to be thrown out. That black mess was everywhere. The bloody green thing that she pulled out of her vagina, she left on the floor for the cleaners. She refused even to find out what it was.

The whole bathroom “event” was a horrible, sickening memory that she would never forget.

It kept replaying in her mind over and over.

Then suddenly her body froze in new horror.

“Wait! OMG! Was that….was that what was in my……?” she screamed in her mind as she figured out where the missing part from the zucchini ended up.

Standing up, she quickly ran to the bathroom and vomited up her lunch.

After recovering later that day, she felt confident that she could hide her physical condition from Marty, and if Tony would stay away, she was good there too. Her only concern left was Jack. He knew something had happened to her on Friday night and knew that a plumbing company truck was at her house several times. He also knew that she was scared to stay at her home on Sunday night and even had a video of the reason why.

If he mentioned any of these things to Marty, everything might fall apart.

She needed to talk to Jack later today and see if he would agree never to mention anything to Marty about this weekend.

She also thought that she knew of a good way to persuade him if he said no.

After Kaitlyn left Jack’s house that morning, he took some time to review the past few days and decide what to do next.

His original plan to expose her as a cheating whore didn’t work out quite like he had thought it would. Looking back at it, he thought maybe he should have called the police Friday morning and said that he had heard yelling and screaming coming from Kaitlyn’s house. But he really wanted to keep himself as far away from the whole thing as possible. That she didn’t call the police or an ambulance herself after everything that was done to her was unbelievable to him. But no.

This lucky bitch had the explosive ink-stained enema mess cleaned up and got herself back on her feet 2 days later.

But he thought that Marty was sure to notice the beatings that she had been given and demand some answers. Jack would ensure he was available to provide Marty with the plumbing truck video and any other necessary information, which should be enough to get rid of her.

Later that day, Jack was reviewing the videos he had taken of Kaitlyn last night.

“God damn it! I fucked her twice so hard up the ass it’s amazing that she could walk as well as she could.” Jack thought.

This part right here was his favorite moment, though.

He was ass fucking her, but he positioned her so she was laying on her back on top of him.

Her legs were spread wide, and his hands had access to every part of her body.

And his hands were squeezing and rubbing everywhere.

Her tits, pussy, clit, stomach, shoulders, face, hair… all while his cock was in the heaven of her tight asshole.

And every part of her body that he touched, no matter how gentle or rough, caused her to moan out loud.

Stopping the video and taking a moment to look out the window, he saw her getting changed.

“This should be good,” he thought as he sat down to enjoy the show.

As always, Jack was loving seeing her move around her bedroom in obvious distress, but then he saw her in the dog suit.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he suddenly yelled out loud. “Marty isn’t going to see anything that I did to her if she’s wearing that outfit! And he’ll be so happy he probably won’t give a shit about anything I tell him. Fuck! How fucking lucky is this bitch?”

Part 5

A few hours later, Kaitlyn was at Jack’s door asking to come in so she could talk to him.

Jack was extremely happy but also very confused by what she was wearing: heels, white stockings, a blue skirt and a long-sleeved white shirt that was so sheer it was almost see-through.

“Hello. Is everything alright?” Jack asked curiously.

“Yes, fine. But I wanted to ask you a favor,” she replied as she walked into his living room and then turned around slowly to face him as he walked towards her.

Jack thought that her outfit choice was a good one. It strategically hid all her bruises but allowed him to see every curve of her large breasts, and her nipples were in full view.

She stepped forward and closed the gap between them, stopping close and putting her hand on his chest.

Her long blonde hair and makeup were perfect; she was wearing her perfume, and her lips were full and red.

Jack thought that he was going to melt staring into her bright blue eyes.

He had gotten so used to her looking battered and beaten over the past few days that he had forgotten how painfully beautiful she was.

“Any chance you could forget everything that you saw this weekend and never mention it to Marty?. I’m really embarrassed and made some terrible mistakes that won’t happen again. If Marty finds out, it will only upset him for no reason,” she asked, never losing eye contact.

At that, Jack smiled and replied, “No reason? Let me see if I can sum up what we have here. You were fucking the plumber for at least several weeks, if not longer, got beat up or something by this same plumber on Friday night, slept over my house Sunday night to avoid him, and now you don’t want me to say anything to Marty to save your ass? Is that it? No. Marty needs to know.”

She smiled and moved in closer, pushing her breasts against his chest and bringing her mouth only inches from his as she said, “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to make you forget?” she asked as she moved one hand down and rested it on the hardon Jack had in his pants.

“It feels like there might be some interest in making a deal,” she added while rubbing her hand up and down.

Jack reached up and grabbed both her breasts and started massaging them through her shirt.

Her whole facial expression went from one of seduction to pain as soon as he touched them, but Jack just kept on squeezing them, wondering how far she was willing to go to keep him quiet.

He pinched both her nipples at the same time and kissed her as soon as she started to tell him not to do that.

Despite the pain, she kept the kiss going while unbuckling and pulling down his pants.

Once she had his hard cock in her hands, she got him to let go of her breasts by dropping to her knees.

“Omg, this is a big cock you have,” she said honestly as she put it in her mouth and started sucking.

Jack ran his hands through her long blonde hair and started thrusting his hips back and forth, quickly hitting the back of her throat, making her gag, so she stopped and said, “Easy there, big boy!”

He stopped moving and just let her blow him as she wanted.

Jack also realized that, despite his fucking her mouth and throat a dozen times over the past few days, this was the first time that she was fully conscious and actually trying to please him.

She started licking his balls.

That was new, too.

And then her finger started to rub his asshole a little.

She was going to give him a prostate massage; she wanted this to be amazing and quick, but Jack was having none of that, so he grabbed Kaitlyn by her hair and pulled her suddenly to her feet.

“Hey!” she started saying as she was wiping her mouth clean of her spit and his precum.

“Oh no!” He said inches from her face while still holding her by her hair, “I want much more than just a blowjob for my silence. I want the whole thing. Everything. You. In bed. Whatever I want for as long as I want.”

This terrified her. She thought that she could get away with just a blowjob. That way, he wouldn’t see all her bruises or hurt her just by touching her. And she knew that sex would be excruciating no matter how gentle, and it didn’t seem like Jack was in a gentle mood right now.

“Ok, but you have to be gentle. You see, something happened on Friday night that left me with bruises…” she started, but Jack cut her off.

“Show me. Strip. Now,” he demanded.

Kaitlyn slowly unbuttoned and took off her shirt.

Jack had to pretend to look surprised at what he saw, but he loved it.

Her arms, shoulders and stomach were still completely covered in whip marks, and though her breasts weren’t as bright red as before, the darkened color tone actually made it look worse.

Jack pulled her against his chest and kissed her deeply while letting his hands wander her body.

Kaitlyn was trying to break away as he started rubbing one of her breasts roughly.

“Please! Yes. We can have sex but be gentle. Everything hurts,” she cried out, hoping he’d be kind like he had been to her earlier.

He had planned to be just like before, but not in the way she remembered.

“Fine, gentle it is, but I want everything and anything I ask for. You say “no” even once, and Marty sees the video and finds out that he married a cheating whore. Got it?” he asked, stressing his point by twisting her nipple slightly.

“Argh… Yes! Yes! Anything. Just be gentle, please,” she said with tears in her eyes.

“Let's go up to my room then. Want a drink?” He asked while grabbing a full tequila bottle and two glasses.

“Definitely,” she sighed and dejectedly followed him upstairs.

Part 6

7 hours later...

Jack woke up in bed with his face buried in Kaitlyn’s blonde hair, his arms curled around her breasts, and his soft yet still dripping cock in between the crack of her ass.

He just smiled and hugged her tighter.

It had been yet another multi-hour fuckfest with the beaten trophy wife next door.

As he squeezed one of her breasts, he replayed the past few hours in his head.

She was drinking heavily at the beginning to ease some of the physical pain she was experiencing, so it was simple for him to roofie her second glass of tequila.

Only with about a ½ dose, though, he wanted her mentally fucked up but able to remember and to respond to most of what was going on.

Jack got naked and laid in bed, his legs spread wide with his 8” cock pointing to the ceiling and told her to take off her shirt and skirt while standing next to him.

Kaitlyn did as she was told and removed her shirt, exposing her large, still heavily bruised breasts. Most of the bright scarlet whip marks had darkened to a reddish-brown, but he could still tell that they were still swollen pretty badly.

After the skirt and panties came off, he had her straddle his waist and rub her pussy up and down on his cock.

“Rub my balls a little, gently,” he told her. “Now put my cock in your pussy.”

With a sad, pained look on her face, she took hold of his cock, raised herself up a little and then sat back down until he was inside her.

“How does that feel, beautiful?” he asked her.

“O...ok,” she lied, “but please go slow.”

She wanted to resist more and make a better case for him to go easy on her, but she found herself unable to focus her attention properly. The roofie was keeping her disoriented and open to suggestions.

“You tell me when it hurts, and then I’ll decide what to do,” he replied as he took hold of both her hips and pulled her down until he was buried deep.

She gasped out loud in pain, put her hands on his chest and tried to slowly raise herself higher.

Jack let her rise up a few inches until he pulled her down again, hard.

“Oooowwww!” she cried.

“Do it again! And don’t stop until I tell you so,” he commanded.

Slowly, she raised herself up and then let herself drop down on him again.

After several minutes, she was beginning to think that this might not be too bad, that it was even beginning to feel kind of good, until Jack started squeezing and sucking on the big, round tits that hung down before his face.

Kaitlyn did her best not to stop what she was doing, but her breasts felt like they were on fire when nothing was touching them, so the pain from them being manhandled like this was almost more than she could stand. With tears in her eyes, she lay her head down on top of Jack’s and just tried to endure it.

Meanwhile, Jack, with his face covered with her long blonde hair, was loving every moment as his mouth sucked hard on a nipple and his hands were roaming all over her body, but mostly squeezing her ass. After a while, Jack had her swivel around to a reverse cowgirl position so that he could get a good look at her back and ass. He ran his fingers along all the whip marks. He was so proud of how completely he had whipped her. That there were still square marks left from his belt buckle several days later, all over her body, amazed him.

He grabbed her hair and slowly pulled her back, telling her to lie on him but not to take his cock out of her pussy..

Constantly crying the whole time, she did as he asked, waiting for whatever was coming next.

But he just lay still, moved her hair to the side and started kissing her on her neck and shoulder. Slowly, both his hands moved down her stomach, and then one hand moved down to her pussy.

“Does your pussy hurt too? What did he do to your pussy? Tell me how it feels,” he said.

She started to say “It hurts. I don’t kno...owwwww what he….did!” but when his fingers touched her clit all she was able to do was make a noise.

After a few moments, she repeated, “I don’t know what he did. I can’t remember. My vagina feels raw. It’s bleeding, but not like during my period. I don’t know….what...he did”

All the while she was talking, Jack slowly and gently rubbed her clit, just wondering if she could get any kind of pleasure so soon after he almost rubbed the whole thing off with sandpaper.

“That….feels good but also really hurts. It’s strange….” she murmured.

“I want to kiss it while you suck me off. Sit on my face,” he said.

Jack then got a good look at her perfect, round and thoroughly whipped ass as she lowered herself on his face.

He started licking her pussy and clit lovingly and gently until she put his cock in her mouth, and then changed to trying to devour her.

And, surprisingly, Kaitlyn responded. For the first time in days, she felt actual pleasure from her body. She loved getting eaten out by Jack and used her newfound (drugged) enthusiasm to try to please him as much as she could with her mouth. She had a good six inches of his cock in her mouth before pulling back until only his head was in her mouth, and then moving down until it hit her throat again. Overcome with the joy of feeling pleasure after so much agony, that when Jack started to lift his hips up to get more of his cock in her mouth, she didn’t resist and actually bore down until she was deepthroating him.

Soon she felt herself building to orgasm and was pressing her pussy down hard and grinding it into his mouth until she came so hard it left her legs shaking. But she never stopped deepthroating his cock, and when he started to cum she kept him in her throat and swallowed every drop.

After they disentangled themselves, Jack got up and poured them another drink.

“Cheers, that was pretty good,” he said as they clinked glasses.

“I agree,” she said, finishing her drink and lying in bed on her stomach.

“That tequila is hitting me pretty hard. Weird…. Room is spinning already…” she continued.

Jack took this opportunity to leave the room, got his cameras and set them up like last time.

Then he got into bed with her and started kissing her ass and running his hands up and down her white thigh-high clad legs, trying to wake her up a little. Using both hands, he spread her cheeks wide and looked at her little pink asshole.

“So tell me, Kaitlyn, do you like getting fucked up the ass?” Jack asked.

“Huh? What? Arggh! That hurts… Ummmm no, not really,” she said with a slur to her speech. “Tried it once, but it hurt real bad.”

“Well,” Jack said as he spread her legs and rubbed some KY over his dick, “practice makes perfect, I guess.” And with that, he fucked her ass for almost an hour. And for almost an hour, she never stopped screaming. Jack thought that it was one of the best hours of his life.

Part 7

Kaitlyn woke up and found herself cradled in Jack's arms. Her head was fuzzy, and she wasn’t sure what time it was, but she thought that she remembered everything from the past several hours. How he made her cum by licking her pussy, but then how he agonizingly fucked her in the ass while she screamed and begged for him to stop, but never did. And then how he made her cum again while they had sex in the shower, but then how he disgustingly urinated in her mouth and made her swallow his piss.

And then finally, how they last had sex in bed.

She could only remember it as pure horror as it replayed in her head.

She was on her back with her hands tied together and pulled up over her head to the headboard.

He knew how badly her breasts hurt, but he tit-fucked her anyway and so painfully that she thought he was trying to rip them off her chest. She thought he took pity on her, but he only stopped to reposition himself from sitting on her stomach to sitting on her face. He made her lick his balls and then his asshole while he continued to brutalize her breasts around his cock. He commanded her to get as much of her tongue in his ass as she could.

“What choice did I have? None,” she thought.

Eventually, he stopped and settled in for a long and slow fuck using her pussy. At first, it felt pretty nice. Her clit seemed to have healed a lot faster than any other part of her, but after several minutes, the pain coming from her vagina washed away any feeling of pleasure she might have had. When the pain got too great and she started crying and begging him to stop, he just started fucking her harder. He was like a jackhammer that never stopped.

And then he started mauling her breasts!

His hands squeezed them so hard that she thought that he had literally set them both on fire. Her arms were tied above her head.

There was nothing that she could do to stop him or ease the pain.

She had never felt so helpless in her life.

It seemed to go on forever.

She had thought that the horrific anal sex was long, but this went on even longer.

He would periodically stop with just his cock head in me and then literally throw his body down on top of me as he started fucking me again.

After he started to do that several more times, my vagina started to hurt as much as my breasts.

One time, he stopped, pulled out all the way and showed me his cock.

OMG!

It was dripping in blood!

How could he...continue?

Couldn’t he see how badly I was hurt?

He didn’t care because he kept on doing it.

Over and over.

I started to hyperventilate until I passed out.

The next thing that I remember is waking up screaming at the top of my lungs while the whole bed was shaking and hitting the wall because he was fucking me so hard and fast!

And he was grunting and yelling into my face while both his hands had each of my breasts in a tight death grip that hurt so bad that I wanted to die until at last he came inside me and then collapsed on top of me.

That’s the last thing I remember before waking up just now.

Oh, please let this be over.

I just want to go home and forget this weekend ever happened.

Please God!

Part 8

“Mmmm, how’s my little baby doing?” Jack asked as he hugged her and started to rub his hardening cock into her ass crack. “Ready for another round of fucking?

Kaitlyn’s heart sank when she heard this, but she knew that she had no choice. If Marty found out about any of this, she’d be out on the street and starting over again with nothing.

She hoped that one more fuck would be it, but she was horrified about what sick and perverted thing Jack would ask her to do.

Like he was reading her mind, he consoled her, “Don’t worry, baby, just a blowjob and you can go home.”

At that, her heart lifted a little, and she rallied herself enough to move her battered body up to move her head down to his crotch.

“Oh no!” He said, “Not like that. Lay on your back with your head over the edge of the bed. I saw this in a movie once, and I want to try it out.”

Kaitlyn knew exactly what he wanted.

It was also what Tony always wanted.

Reluctantly, she positioned herself like he asked, and opened her mouth as he moved his cock toward her.

The first several minutes were just a slow and steady mouth fuck.

Jack took this time to compare the last time he was like this with her.

She was practically unconscious then.

This seemed a little better, but he was starting to get bored, so he pushed in a little deeper, hitting the back of her throat and making her gag a little.

Normally, she would have stopped or said something to stop him, but at this point, she knew better and just accepted anything that he wanted to do to her, including fucking her throat.

And soon, after a few awkward thrusts, he, at last, went balls deep right down her throat.

Then pulled almost all the way out and then plunged back in, bottoming out again.

Over and over.

Sometimes he tried to corkscrew his cock as it went in and out.

Jack had cum so many times already this night that he barely felt like cumming after ten minutes of throat fucking her like this, so he decided to make it a little more interesting like before.

His hands moved to her tits and started to massage and squeeze them harder and harder to match his strokes into her mouth. The agony from her breasts being squeezed caused her body to start to thrash around, and her long legs started rising up and down as she was trying to get leverage to get up.

But, of course, there was no way of that happening.

Jack wondered what she would do if he punched her tits like before and decided to find out.

When his cock was deep in her throat, he punched downward into her right it.

The vibration caused by her scream while his cock was in her throat was indescribable, and he felt the beginning of a cum rising in his balls.

So he pistoned in and out really fast and then punched her again.

And then repeated.

Again and again and again….

Over and over….

Kaitlyn’s whole body started to shake like she was having a seizure, and then she pissed herself, sending a stream of piss up into the air and all over the bed.

Again and again and again….

At last, when he felt himself about to explode, he remembered something that he always wanted to do, so he pulled out of her mouth and rolled her over onto her stomach.

Then he quickly wrapped her long blonde hair all around his cock and fucked it until he shot his load into it.

Keeping her hair wrapped around his cock he slowly moved it around, enjoying the feeling of the soft texture of her hair as it flowed over his skin.

Standing up tall, Jack arched his back and yelled out, “Yes! That was fucking awesome!” while Kaitlyn quietly curled herself into a ball over his piss-soaked sheets.

After catching his breath, he said to her, “Ok, darling. Get the fuck out of my house.”.

It took a while for her to get off the bed, but eventually Kaitlyn stood up on shaking legs and started to put her clothes on.

“So...we’re done. That’s it. Marty never knows, right?” she asked in a hoarse voice that didn’t sound like her at all due to all the throat fucking and screaming she had just done.

For the first time, she saw the cameras that Jack had set up and was devastated to know that he had recorded everything that went on that night.

“Marty won’t hear anything from me. You made me forget everything,” he replied.

She felt such relief hearing that as she buttoned up her shirt, but then Jack moved in close and put his face just inches away from hers.

“But if I hear about Marty not being happy with you or if I find out that you’re being a bitch to him or if you ever cheat on him again, the deal is off. And if anything bad happens to Marty and I think you did something, I'll go to the cops with the Tony video. And most importantly, in a few weeks, I will definitely start to remember. You’ll need to come over and make sure I forget again. How long I forget until the next time after that depends on how good you are to me at that time. Here’s a tip: wear a slutty cheerleader outfit. Do we understand each other?” Marty ended threateningly.

“Yes,” she said quietly.

And with that, she left.

Epilogue

When Marty got home from the airport that night, Kaitlyn was true to “her” word and greeted him at the door wearing her dog furry suit with the dog ears that he had bought for her. She also used makeup to give herself whiskers and a black dot on the tip of her nose. When she turned around after he got in the house, Marty also saw that she was wearing the buttplug tail to complete the outfit.

Marty got dressed up as well in his own furry suit, and then they had sex most of the night.

He was especially pleased with how committed Kaitlyn was to keeping the dog outfit on for the whole night, most of the next day when he was home and then again for a night of sex the following night.

After all that, Marty had no objections to her idea of going away to a spa-cation for the rest of the week when she lied and said that she hurt her back slipping down a few stairs and needed some massage therapy.

Kaitlyn had been broken and was tamed now.

She was humble, respectful and devoted to Marty.

So much so that a few months later, when they actually needed a plumber to work on a problem in the kitchen, she refused to be alone in the house with a man because she said it was disrespectful to Marty.

And when the plumber did show up (not Tony), she never left Marty’s side the whole time the plumber was there. When the job was done and the plumber left, she took Marty to bed and sexually thanked him for taking care of her.

A few weeks after she got back from her spa-cation, on a beautiful Friday afternoon, Jack and Marty met again for a chit-chat by the flower bed, and Marty told Jack that life was great.

Jack smiled, thinking back to last Wednesday and the big-breasted blonde “cheerleader” that he had fucked all day in every possible position he could think of and said that he thought so too.

The End

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