His fingers ran through her hair and touched her skull, sending bolts of lightning through the light headed fog. Gently, at first, he began to move her head farther onto his cock. She stopped swirling her tongue and began using it to start massaging the bottom and sides of the head as she started to suck more. She pulled her head back and he pushed it back on, causing her to bob on the dick, slowly at first. She quickly started to pick up speed, however as he became more forceful, pushing her farther down the shaft and grabbing fistfuls of her hair. As he got more and more violent with her head, she stopped focusing on doing anything and let her head and mouth go limp. She started to tear up and her face went red as his dick started pounding the back of her throat. This had happened enough that she had learned to conquer her gag reflex, but as his dickhead violently pulled and pounded her throat, she couldn't help but cry reflexively, the cheap mascara she had been wearing making streaks in the foundation.
He slowed down as her nose and lips mashed into his chubby groin, deliberately mashing his cock into the deepest parts of her throat as he neared climax. She knew it was coming, but she was still never prepared for the hot, viscous cum being shot straight down her throat, the musk filling her sinuses and causing her to lose her senses for a minute. As he slowly pulled her head off his cock, she had enough wherewithal to suck and massage the head, making sure she didn't leave any to spill, or else.
His dick popped out of her mouth, and he let the fistfuls of hair he had been tugging fall out. Her senses threatened to come back, but she knew those would just make it harder, so she fought to keep the light headedness as she stood up wobbly on the high heeled sandals she had been wearing.
He sat there, smiling, as she gulped at the throat pain, saliva, and semen. She knew this wasn't over yet. She reached down and unbuttoned the skirt, letting it fall to the ground. She hadn't been wearing any underwear, as was the rule. Her clit was pierced by a rod with two small flowers on the ends, and her legs were glistening wet with the fluids that had been spilling from her pussy. She always dripped a little bit during the day, but her basest instincts always took over as soon as he touched her. Her groin and legs were perfectly shaven, as he required her to do before she left each morning She stepped back as he stood up, unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop. He took off his underwear and his wet dick popped out, the skin now peeled all the way back to reveal the head.
“I was right, wasn't I? You really are a completely cock enslaved slut. I just had to show you the way.” He sneered, “I remember confessing to you back in school and how you and your friends just made fun of me, well who's making fun now?” He backhanded her. Her head moved with the motion, but other than that, she didn't do anything. He put a hand under her tit, his forefingers in the back recess and he squeezed, hard. “Just look at these things. I remember fantasizing about them in class, and now they're all mine.” He squeezed again, hard, and then slapped it, and then pulled on the nipple ring. She winced, but he didn't notice, he was too busy playing with her breasts. He bent down and lifted one up to his mouth, sucking and nibbling around the outside, gripping and turning it over roughly in his hand. The dull realization came to Velma that she was dripping even more, and her legs felt week. A vestige of her intelligent mind surfaced. No! She wouldn't be debased to property like this! She pulled back from his touch, her knees coming together and her arms trying to cover her nipples and dripping wet cunt. She couldn't think straight with the battle of her pussy and her brain as her back hit the wall.
His face grew hard as she recoiled from him. She didn't see as her eyes were closed in her internal battle. That was a mistake as she was punched in the gut, hard, knocking the wind out of her and doubling her over. She almost collapsed on her weak knees, but his forearm shot out and pinned her neck to the wall. His other arm reached down and grabbed her leg, pulling the knee up into the crook of his arm.
“You've got to get it through your thick little skull that as long as you live in my house, you belong to me. I'll play with you until I get bored, then I'll whore you out for spending money. I'll bring a girl over and make you lick the jizz out of her cunt as you carry my child, who will just be another little fucktoy for me to play with!” His arm pressed into her neck harder and she started to see stars. “Got that?”
She couldn't reply, but the question was rhetorical at this point. She was going to be punished one way or another. He pulled the lug in the crook of his arm up and pressed her knee into her shoulder. She wasn't that flexible, and her ass and groin screamed in pain at the stretching. They would get no relief as his shoulder pressed into her calf, pinning it there. His other hand went down. She had an innie pussy, but she was so wet the skin had pulled back and her vagina gasped. His fingers found the hole, and despite her inner voice screaming against it, her pussy clamped down on his middle finger, her insides starting to contract and massage.
“See? Your body knows your a whore, and loves being a slave to cock. All you have to do is get off your high horse and admit it.” These words were whispered next to her ear as he removed his finger and she trembled. She knew what was coming next, but she could never prepare herself for it. His cock, guided by his fingers, found her opening, and slammed in. His groin pressed against her and she could feel the heat of his balls next to her thigh, but those were distant thoughts to the shaft filling her insides. She convulsed and all the strength left her as she came. Her inner voice had left her too, and she knew what she was about. She knew she had been procrastinating in her job hunt because she wanted this to happen. She knew she didn't talk to anybody about it because she loved it. She had been raped by the “monsters” she had chased before, but her mind had been truly broken when she first came here, and he had strapped her to a bed, gagging her, and raped her at his leisure for several days. Her mind was a shell filled only with thoughts of his cock. She only felt fulfilled while pleasing him and every time he came in her womb, she hoped she was pregnant so she would never have to leave.