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Subject: {ASSM} Taming of the Shrew part 2 (M/f, BDSM, rape, nc, toys, anal, wife)
Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2001 23:10:08 -0500
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This story is mine.  I own the copyright.  If you want to make it publicly
available by ANY means, you must contact me for permission first.  I'll
probably let you, without any charge, even if you want to charge for it.
You just ave to ask first.

(C) 2001, all rights reserved.

First, the disclaimer that I know you won't read.
This is a work of fiction.  If you don't know what that first sentence
means, don't read this story.

This is a work of an adult nature.  If you don't know what that means, don't
read this story.  Similarly, if "adult" material offends you, or is illegal
where you live, don't read this story.

Let me say that again, this is a work of an adult nature.  If you have kids
in your home, you should know that they can read this as easily as you can.
You should have *something* on your computer that prevents them from reading
anything that resembles this story.

This story contains graphic depictions of non-consenual sex.  If fictional
stories of this nature bother you, don't read this story.  Similarly, anyone
who would engage in actual non-consensual sex should be promptly thrown in
jail.

With that said, on with the story.

****

I had my new slave (and former wife) trussed up in a way that was, patently
beautiful.

Her feet were on the floor and cuffed to the legs of a table perfectly her
height.  Her body was laying across the top of the table with her arms
stretched straight out in front of her.  They were cuffed, and long tethers
were tied to the opposite legs of the table.

I grabbed my pants and put them back on, slightly surprised at how hard my
dick still was after fucking her ass.

That's when I noticed her legs shaking.  I realized that the position she
was in was probably stretching her hamstrings pretty good.  Completely
unsurprisingly, my wife/slave layed across the table sobbing.

I nodded my head in satisfaction.  Her fat ass needed to be stretched,
worked, and put into shape.  Since we were still within the first hour of
her training, I decided to keep her that way for a bit longer.

"Bertha," I said executing the command to wake up the voice activated
computer.  "All cell doors open."

On cue, the two doors that I had closed unlocked and opened.

I then went to the table and from underneath it pulled a bottle of water and
opened it.

"Drink this," I ordered.

In such an awkward position, much of the water ended up being spilled on the
table, but she got enough.

I bent down and opened another, and had her drink that one.

In all, she drank nine bottles of water before I stopped, and quite to my
surprise didn't protest once.

I nodded in grim satisfaction, then left.

For not the first time I wondered if all the security precautions were truly
needed.  A retinal scan, a full hand print scan, and a twenty digit
electronic keycode that had to be entered at the same time as the other two
were happening, and completed before they were done.

Fortunately, I had practiced this, and now could do it easily and silently.

The well made door slid open with barely a sound, and closed the instant I
stepped through it thanks to the code I used to get through the door.  For
more than one person to get through that door, I would have had to enter a
thirty digit code, and even for me it was a pain in the ass to complete it
quickly enough.  Further, Bertha wouldn't open the door under any
circumstance if anyone else was within ten feet.

I went backup the elevator, and promptly went to my computer.  I executed
the program that would give me the reminders I was looking for.

Four hours later, the first reminder went off.  "Bertha" came over the house
sound system.

"Master, it is time for the slave to recieve its first random beating."

I grinned, grabbed a pair of night vision goggles, and headed to the
basement.

Without lights on that place is absolutely dark to the naked eye.  However,
I had special lights fitted that would allow me to move around with the
goggles as long as I moved slowly.

Like a wraith I moved towards my slave.  As I approached it was obvious she
had fallen asleep.  I gently pickd up the riding crop that was laying beside
her, and with no warning, I began beating her upper back with a vengance.
Instantly she began wailing like a banshee.

Without warning I stopped, and waited.

Already she had forgetten.

"Mark," she said through her sobs.  "Why are you doing this?  What's
wrong..."

Her questions went on for ever.

Underneath the table I had placed three things so I could find them
easy,even in absolute darkness.

The first was a pair trauma sissors, next was the keys to the cuffs, and the
last item was a large one quart beaker ... full of rubbing alcohol.

I unlocked the cuffs from her ankles, and from the way she tried to move her
legs I was guessing they were a little numb and stiff.  She was still asking
her questions, repeating them over and over as she sobed uncontrollably.

"Rule 1," I said ... then dumped the beaker of alcohol on her back.

I simply could not believe the volume of her screams.

I'm sure it was a shock when I suddenly cut the tether on one of her wrist
restraints.  Her bucking sent her off the table where she collapsed with
only her other restrained arm preventing her from smashing her head on
ground.

Of course I cut that tether loose and then she did whack her head.

I padded out of the room as quietly as I entered and went back to the main
house to fix myself some dinner.

Three hours later, Bertha went off again.  "Sir, time for a random oral
invasion.  The winch in the toy room has been lowered."

I was right in the middle of one of my favorite TV shows, but hey,
priorities need to dealt with in order.

Back to my office I went.  I grabbed a dildo I had made.  Incredibly
lifelike, formed out of a cast made by my hard dick.   It had a small LED at
the base that would light up if too much preassure was put on it ... as in
if it were bit.  Finally, it was warm to the touch.  That went into my back
pocket.

I also grabbed the nite viz goggles.

Before I headed down however, I flipped on the monitor of my desk computer,
and had a look at the IR cameras for The Palace.

My slave was wandering around, and was currently in her "bedroom".  I'm
guessing she probably had one of my "toys" in her hand.  No, I'm sure she
did.  She was in that room, and if she were wandering around, she almost
couldn't have helped but come across the wall full of them.

I checked the display and saw that the toilet still hadn't been used yet.
Good.  That meant she either already had pissed herself, or would be very
soon.  All though my slave has a bladder made of steel, so it was hard to
say.

I went back down to The Palace and slipped my goggles on.  I padded quietly
through the rooms, layed out to be purposely confusing the dark.

As I neared her, and still on the other side of one of the "walls", I
purposely stepped harder than I should.

As I predicted, she charged, her hand raised.  She did have a toy.

I laughed uproariously when she collided full on with the bars.

Quickly I rounded the wall, and entered the door.

I was on her like an angry and starving lion.

In moments I had her wrestled to the ground, her arm twisted behind her
back, and a fistfull of her hair in my hand.

"Mark!  Mark please!  Don't do this!  God Mark, what's wrong with you!"

I clenched my teeth.  The stupid bitch still hadn't learned.  Her pleadings
continued as I forced her through the rooms and back to the table.

"RULE 1," I screamed at her.

She shut up instantly,  I shoved her against the table she had previously
been bound against, and then she really began to fight me.

I thought I was going to have to break her damn arm to settle her down.

Instead, I brought her to the ground again, crammed my knee into her back,
and lifted her chin with one hand.

Her back was archd painfully backwards, and I knew that she was truly stuck.

"You've lost confrontations with me three times already.  Do you want
another severe punishing?"

I waited for an answer that didn't come.

I yanked up on her body a little harder.  "Answer me!"

"Master, I do not want to be punished again Master."

"Say that again, and this time say it right."

"Master, your slave does not want to be punished again Master."

"Now I'm going to let you go.  You will not move from this spot on the
floor.  You will stay laying face down.  If you do move, you will regret
it."

I let her go, but kept my knee on her back.  She didn't move.

Slowly I eased up, and she stayed.

I undid one of the cuffs that were still attached to the table, then went
back to her.

"Give me your left arm."

She complied and I easily attached the metal cuff to her wrist.

"Now your right arm."

Again, she complied, and I attached the cuff.

I looked about for the dangling end of the winch and found it.

"Stand," I ordered.  I helped her to her feet, never letting go of the
length of chain between the wist cuffs.

I lead her back to the hook that dangled from the winch and attached it.

"Bertha, winch up."

"Height to raise Master."

"Wrists behind the back."

"Yes Master."

The winch activated and began moving up to the height already programmed.

It lifed her arms wrists up so that she was forced to bend over and keep her
legs straight.  If she wanted to take some preassure off her shoulders, all
she would need to do is stand on her tiptoes.

I unzipped my zipper, and stuck the base of the dildo against my pants.  For
her, it was absolutely dark, so I knew this would suffice.

"I want a blow job," I said as I approached her.  "Open your mouth."

I walked underneath her, and the dildo slid in her mouth a couple of inches
easily ... and the light promptly went off.

I Grabbed her jaw with one hand and forced it open.  Next, I walked to the
wall and after some searching found a whip.  In the time I was being trained
in the dominating arts by Patrice, I became a master with the whip.  My
slave was about to find out how much of a master.

I walked back in front of her.

"So, you wanted to bite me.  You truly are like a mut that hasn't been
properly trained."

With a flip of my wrist and arm, the whip snaked under her body to stike her
fat belly.

Unsurprisingly she screamed.

Her screams grew louder as the punishment continued.

I stopped after twenty strokes, knowing that her belly would be marked
nearly as badly as her backside was.

"Lets try this again."  I grabbed the dildo, put it against my pants, and
proceeded to fuck her mouth with it.  The thing never went deeper than about
three inches.  I'm not sure if she figured out if it was a dildo or not, I'd
place the odds at fifty/fifty.  Confusion may have set in enough that it
wouldn't even have occured to her, but I don't know.

"You can't suck dick for shit.  That'll have to be fixed and soon."

I stuck the dildo in my pocket, then said "Bertha, down winch."

As the winch went down, she stood up.  I zipped my zipper up as she stood.

I removed my goggles, closed my eyes, and said "Bertha, lights on."

The lights suddenly coming on caused a gasp from my wife who had been in
essentially complete darkness for the last 7 hours.

I opened my eyes, then went over and got two spreader bars.  I attached one
just above her knees and the other to her ankles.

I undid her from the winch hook, then lead her to the metal frame X (The
Kings Cross), causing her to duckwalk to move.  I put her back against it,
and secured her ankles to the feet of the X.  Next, I undid her handcuffs,
and secured her wrists above her head.

I put everything away, filled up the beaker with alcohol, put that in its
place, and once everything was where it belonged once more, I grabbed
several bottles of water and had my slave drink those.

After she had downed six more bottles of water, I put those in a basket I
retrieved from another room, grabbed my goggles, then left.

I knew that over the next fourteen hours, the lights would begin to go on
and off at random.  sometimes the lights would stay on for hours, other
times only a few seconds.

I also knew that my wife/slave would piss herself multiple times, probably
shit herself too.

I was right on both counts.  The only thing that stopped the place from
reaking completely was the state of the art ventilation, heating, and ac
system.  From one of the rooms I grabbed a hose, some soap, and cleaning
utensils to clean her shit.  Once in the "pleasure" room, I attached the
hose to a fitting.

I'm not sure if my wife was actually asleep, or if it was just an act.
Either way, she needed a cleaning.

I started with the floor.  I got her feces up, then hosed down the floor
(thankful for the multiple drains in The Palace).

Next I hosed her down.

That woke her up.

The cold water on her welts and healing cuts hurt like hell ... her screams
let me know that.

Sick of her screaming, I grabbed a large ball gag, and met no resistance
from her putting it on.

I washed her body, paying paricular attention to clean her fat, abused
belly.  I then undid her arms, and they promptly fell uselessly to her
sides.  With some amount of help from me I also cleaned her back, ass, and
cunt.

Then I redid her restraints with her arms down and tethered against the
spreader bar.

I backed away and sat down on the table and looked at her.  I could tell she
was still wimpering from the pain, and tears flowed freely down her face.

"Do you finally understand I can do with you what ever I want?"

She nodded, fear showing in her eyes.

I walked over to her, and removed the ball-gag.

 From a shelf I grabbed some lube and placed in generously on my fingers.

I reached betwen her thighs, and roughly shoved my fingers into her pussy.

"You are my property," I said as I fingered her cunt.  "You exist only for
my pleasure.  I do with you what I want, and you comply.  It doesn't matter
how tired you are, how hungry or thirsty, how much pain you are in, how
sleepy, or if you are on your period or not.  You simply do as I wish,
without speaking unless I want you to speak."

I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and moved them farther back and pushed
them into her ass.

"Every hole you have is mine to do with as I please." I said as the pain
registered on her face.

"You do not try and stop me," I continued as I finger fucked her shit hole.
"In fact, if I want to do something, you comply eagerly.  Do you
understand?"

"Answer me," I said when she didn't answer.

"Master, your slave understands," she said doing her best to hold back
another bout of tears.

I pulled my fingers out of her, and undid her right arm.  Then I handed her
a small four inch dildo from the shelf.

"I want you to suck on this, and I want you to show me how eager you are to
please me."


My wife can't suck dick to save her life, so I began instructing her.

"First, you need more tongue.  Lick it, go around the head, up and down the
shaft.  Flick it with you tongue."

She followed my instructions, woring the dildo vigorously for several
minutes, and then the oddest thing happened.  I noticed the smell.  My wife
has the strongest smelling sex juice of any woman I've ever met in my life.
She was getting wet.

"Now I continued, take it full in your mouth and don't stop until your lips
reach the base."

With everything that had happened I knew that was going to be difficult,
even on such a small dildo.  However, she still did it, just didn't hang
there very long as the gag reflex slid it back out.

"You need to relax.  Right now, you ave control of that thing.  Enjoy it.
Try again.  Nice and easy.  All the way down, relax."

I don't know how long  spent down there teaching her how to suck dick like a
slave should, and to be honest I didn't care.

She was starting to get the hang of it.  After a while, I knew her mouth
would have to be dry, so I had her drink the rest of the bottles of water.

Then, I went to the "kitchen" (bypassing a security system that required a
thumb scan first).  In the fridge I grabbed some carrots and two apples,
then returned to her.

"Here," said holding the bag of carrots out for her to eat.  "You've done
such a good job this time, you deserve a reward."

In the time I ate one apple, she ate all the carrots and the apple.

"Ok, lets try again with the dildo."

I worked with her again for some unknown length of time, and she was finally
getting it.  Further, I could smell her musk come and go.

"Play with it now, not with your mouth, your pussy."

My slave looked at me with embarrasement.  During our entire marriage, no
matter how many times I said I wanted to see her do it, I had *never* seen
her masturbate.  I meant to see it now.

"I can get the crop if you like," I threatened.

Instantly she moved the small dildo to her crotch.

At first, she just moved it between her pussy lips, riding it along her
clitoral hood and the vaginal opening

As she got worked up, she would dip just the tip into her rapidly moistening
hole, then pull it back out and continue to work her clit.

I got up and undid her other hand.

"Use both hands," I instructed.

While she rode the dildo, she worked her very large, 44DD breasts, paying
particular attention to nipples that were now sticking out profusely.

I watched a change in her then.  My wife, always far too demure and shy in
bed for my taste, began to ride the dildo like a maniac.  She moaned loudly
in pleasure, and after several minutes, the pace of her breathing picked up,
and in a few more minutes, I could see that exhaling had become suddenly
difficult.  She was having an orgasm, and from the looks of it, a damn good
one.

When she was done, I went back to the fridge, and got out a brownie and gave
it to her.  "Very very good," I said, the smile on my face couldn't possibly
have been any wider.

Once she ws done, I decided it was time to teach her how to kneel for me.  I
untied the spreader bar from the Kings Cross (the steel frame X), and had
her get down on her knees.  Then, I had her lace her fingers behind her head
and arch her back.

"This is a slave's kneel," I told her. "This position allows me to touch you
anywhere, inspect you throughly, and if puts you at the right height and
position for nearly any form of sex I wish to perform on you.  Stand back
up."

After she was on her feet, I ordered her to kneel again.  Since this was
obviously not the most difficult thing to remember, she went back into
almost flawlessly. The only thing missing was the arch in her back.  After a
couple of times, she had it perfectly.

"From now on, if you are not tied up, this is the position you put yourself
in everytime I come down here, or if I order your to kneel.  Understand?"

"Master, your slave understands Master."

I smiled broadly.  She was catching on much faster than I thought she would.

"Lean forward and put your cheek to the ground."

She did as she was told, and in moments I was out of my clothes.

I got down on my knees and glided my now throbing cock into her amazingly
wet sex hole.  I grabbed her hips, and proceded to fuck her hard and fast.
Like a good slave, she met my thrusts, pounding her own ass against me.

I came H_A_R_D.  A mindblowing orgasm that far outdid my previous one when I
ass fucked her.

When I was done, I pulled out of her, and told her to stand.  I then lead
her around the various rooms.  I started with the Pleasure room.  Next to it
was her bedroom.  Her bed was actually nicely appointed complete with a
*very* sheer curtain that suspended from the four ten foot tall posters.
That was also the location of her toilet.

Continuing down the wall was the exercise room.  A full range of weights, a
weight machine, a treadmill, and a bike adorned this "room".

Next was the "AV" room.  A TV, and a stero was in here ... and accesible
only by me or when I had Bertha programmed to allow her entry.

There was a fully stocked gormet style kitchen (that only I could enter), a
"cleaning room" that held all cleaning supplies and her shower, and finally
there was a room that was little more than three cage stacked one on top of
the other.  It was the only "room" in the whole place with a cieling of less
than fifteen feet.  Each of the cages had only three feet of clearance in
them.  The idea was to treat my slave (and any other submissives I decided
to add) as animals from time to time.

I left my wife/slave with access to all rooms except the kitchen and the AV
room.

Over the next seven days, she was subjected to lighting that was random,
random beatings, random fuckings, random teaching times, random eating
times, and even random rewards.  Sometimes, I would "reward" her by
restraining her and lightly floging her with one of those vanilla assed
velvet floggers.  However, I've learned to use them to alternate between
pleasure and pain.  Sometimes, (most of the time) I would combine pleasure
and pain ( a vibrator and a *real* flogging at the same time).  I would feed
her from my hands, in a bowl that she had to eat from like a dog, sometimes
on the floor.  Rarely, if she'd been especially good, she could feed
herself, and maybe she would even get an extra special treat like a cookie
or something.  Her diet consisted of eating six to eight times a day, and
was mostly fruits, vegetables, rice, and beans, with a *very* small
spattering of meats (basically, the Okinawa diet I had read about).  All of
that, combined with exercise I put her through every day and the rigors of
being tied up in difficult positions, and in that week she had already lost
10 pounds.  Another thing I did was to have all of this happen in a mixture
of light and darkness.  I wanted to throw her body clock off completely, to
break her down utterly.

The intire time of her intense training lasted over eight days from the day
our daughter left.  I kept her so confused, so unaware of what was going to
happen next, she never asked about any of my kids.

Also, by the end of the eight days, she would do anything for me.  Of course
much of her body was full of angry red welts and healing wounds, so even
light touches with a cane or something was enough to cause significant pain.
She wanted me to stay as pleased at her as possible.

I decided it was time for the *real* testing to begin.

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