0 comments/ 224323 views/ 16 favorites He Subjugates Deanna Again By: professor_cliff Deanna Macias was born into two conditions. She was exquisitely beautiful and absolutely dirt poor. But she learned early that gorgeous trumps poor every time if one plays her cards right. She learned the basics of the game early on by wrapping her doting father around her little finger. Even then, she had creamy olive skin, large, green eyes with long, curling lashes, full lips, and a look that could melt any heart. There wasn't a teacher, preacher, cop, or boyfriend's dad who could resist her charm if he were lucky enough to be chosen for Deanna's sweet embrace. As she grew into her skin, and morphed from awkward tomboy to shapely young woman, she learned some things that served her well. Never give a blow job if a hand job works, never give them pussy if a taste of it will do, and always, always make them sweat and prove their devotion before you let them cum. Men, she thought, were stupid and easily controlled. She had never met a man, married or otherwise, who could resist her charms, and every one of them thought his relationship with her was special. She thought so too, until she got the grade, the warning ticket, or the very expensive piece of jewelry she desired. Most of their favors were repaid with a look at her naked body and allowing a foot massage that turned into a tasting of her intoxicating pussy. They could jack off while they were eating her if they wanted to. She didn't care as long as they kept their nasty, sticky cream to themselves. In spite of her reputation, she didn't let many men inside. Some said she looked like a young Raquel Welsh, or Salma Hayek. Others described her as a dead ringer for Catherine Zeta Jones. The descriptions were accurate as far as they went. Her very mixed ancestry gave her an exotic look that some thought to be Latina, others Italian, and still others, Middle Eastern. It really didn't matter who or what she might have looked like, however, because, when all was said and done, she was Deanna Macias, the most incredible woman in a very small town. Men fought to spend time with her, and women hated her for being born. Well, most women. There were some who would have fought for her too. She looked as good in a pair of Rockies as she did in a formal gown thanks to her tiny waist, wonderfully large, round breasts, tight high ass, and shapely legs. She was only 5' 3", but she was a pure-dee goddess nonetheless. After she graduated from high school, Deanna went to work in the locally owned bank, and men came from miles around to make a deposit with her. She was a very real asset for the little private bank and the owner/president paid handsomely for her services. On occasion, and after he begged for days, she might let him taste her beautiful pussy too. It didn't take her very long to identify a young man she decided deserved some special attention. His name was Dougie Ed Stiles. He was four years older than she, and she kinda, sorta remembered him from around town. She was attracted to his amazing good looks, his reputation as a party animal and all around fun guy, and, of course, the size of his daddy's bank account. Big Doug Ed Senior started a used car business in their dusty little town 30 years ago. When the local Chevy dealership came up for sale he managed to pull together enough money to buy it. A master salesman who was loved by all, Big Doug began adding to his line of fine new cars. First Cadillac, then GMC Trucks, then Honda, then Hyundai, then Hummer. And if you didn't like any of those, just tell Big Doug Ed what you wanted and like magic, it would appear. Dougie was named Used Car Manager upon his graduation from the state university, and, it turned out, he actually had a pretty good head for business. Deanna was convinced that some day Stiles Chevrolet, Cadillac, GMC, Honda would be all his....and hers. When she went to work on Dougie, he never knew what hit him. He was one of the few who got inside, but she made him beg a little first. After two dates, young Doug proposed. There were some who thought the old man might be pissed, but Big Doug Ed didn't mind a bit. He was on his third wife, Peyton, and it was clear that he liked 'em young and beautiful with "big ol' titties. Aw hell, young and beautiful is just fine. You can always buy the big 'ol titties!" If Dougie hadn't gotten Deanna, Big Doug Ed probably would have. Following the wedding, the grandest the town had ever seen, and a month-long honeymoon, Deanna and Dougie, Double D to their friends, settled into married life. Deanna, however, soon became disillusioned, quickly tiring of Dougie's nights out with the boys, hunting trips with his dad, and rapidly diminishing libido. She was actually considering a divorce when everyone got the news. In the straight-forward account of Big Doug Ed's best friend and hunting companion, Jack Dale, "the big ol' sumbitch had been drinkin' since before sunrise, took a header out of his deer stand, and snapped his fuckin' neck like a twig. He was screamin' 'FUCK MEEE DEAD' when he hit the ground. Isn't it ironic that his last word was 'dead'." Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Divorce was no longer a consideration. Now Deanna had the mansion on the hill she always knew she would, and was about to meet the man who would turn her world upside down. ***************************** Bob Newell was also from the wrong side of the tracks. He always thought this bestowed him with great power, but more often than not he got his ass kicked sideways in a fight. Even after he religiously drove nearly a hundred miles into the city for months on end to train and get an advanced belt in Tae Kwon Do, most of the guys in any country bar worth its name could handle him with ease. But Bob had a dream for himself and for a business, and he succeeded at both. Under a face which was much the worse for wear, Newell developed a body that most of the women compared favorably to Jean Claude van whatever's. His daddy had helped him complete the package by bestowing on him a dick like a stallion, and he had learned to use it very well. The business was Bob's Health Emporium. It started out as a gym, but he added Tae Kwon Do classes for kids and struck a goldmine. Then he cashed in on the kickboxing-as-exercise craze and struck it rich again. He finally made it to third degree black, and thought, as he strutted around, that he looked damn fine in his gi. A number of single girls, and wives and mothers apparently thought so too, because a line formed to garner his attention. Deanna had heard some talk about Bob's incredible member and sculpted body, but he was a little hard to look at, and she didn't want what so many others were getting. She'd pass. She joined the kickboxing class as a way to kill some of her time alone. Even after Big Doug Ed died and the money came rolling in, she was still looking for something different in her life. Three weeks into the class, and having spent a considerable amount of time studying the huge cock swinging freely in his pants, Deanna decided to throw a little charm on Bob. If you didn't have to look at his face, he was really something to look at. Class after frustrating class he virtually ignored her. Her exercise clothes got tighter and skimpier, but the beautiful young woman who had never in her life been denied a man's attention, got nowhere. Bob, 25 years her senior, liked to control women more than he liked to fuck them, and he had discovered long ago that the way to break a beautiful woman down was to first ignore her, and then insult her. He had a feeling that the formula would work wonders on Deanna. "Bob...ah...Mr. Newell...can you tell...me...well...how am I doing?" Deanna was nervous in his presence. "Mrs. Stiles," Bob said without looking at her exposed, silky cleavage, "I don't think you're making as good an effort as the other women in the class. Frankly, you still look a little pudgy. Please excuse me now." Deanna stuttered and stammered as Mr. Newell turned and left. Pudgy? This was war! She weighed only 112 pounds and knew for a fact there was hardly an ounce of fat on her body. But - now something was snapping in her brain - maybe she could really put her mind to it and lose some weight for Mr. Newell. Perhaps she could reshape herself into something that he would find attractive if only he would tell her what to do. Bob had made a career of telling women what to do. The affair that followed almost destroyed her. What was wonderfully exciting and satisfying initially quickly deteriorated into the relationship from hell. What he did to her and made her do were sinful. The way he so quickly took control of her was surprising even to her therapist, and it took almost a year of non-stop counseling for her to be able to escape his evil grasp. Dougie Ed had watched his wife change without really understanding what was happening. She got skinny. Then changed her hairstyle and color to something that could only be described as mousey. She always wore red lipstick and polish, heels that were too high and outfits that were too short or too showy, or both. She looked, well, she looked like a tramp. The demands of the business made it impossible for Dougie to focus on the crisis at home, so Deanna had to fight on without him. And besides, for Dougie, the idea of her having a continuing, weird sexual relationship with some unknown guy in town gave him a boner the size of a Cadillac. ******************************** It had been nearly two years since she had seen Bob...Mr. Newell. She had had a baby, a beautiful little girl now four months old, successfully lost that weight, and regained her figure. The fact that she had chosen to nurse Natalie made her even more sensational. Her breasts were much fuller now, making her impossibly tiny waist seem even smaller, and when heavily laden with milk, her tits were nothing less than stupendous. Deanna had found fulfillment in a new calling. She was in charge of the Doug Ed Stiles Foundation, and was doing a good and responsible job of spreading some wealth around to people and organizations in need. Her eyes had returned to their beautiful, sparkling green color, her skin was wonderfully clear and healthy, and her new hairstyle with highlights made her look anything but mousey. She had regained most of her self esteem, and when she walked her new, confident walk, her ass twitched in a most enticing way. Another responsibility she recently added to her plate was a volunteer position with the local chamber of commerce. This gave her the opportunity to learn of new businesses, meet community leaders, and attend any number of ribbon cuttings and grand openings. She felt really good again, and strong, and was finally falling in love with her husband. All this and she still had yet to celebrate her 23rd birthday. ************************** "Deanna, sweetie, how are you today?" It was Millie Hargrove, the president of the chamber, and, quite possibly the only person in 10 counties to have had more money than Big Doug Ed when he was alive. Her husband had opened a single fried chicken store decades ago, and at the time of his death, he had added 73 more all across the state. Unlike Big Doug Ed, however, Wally Hargrove spent 41 wonderful years with the same woman. A nip here, a tuck there, a little bigger here, smaller there, Millie was always just right for him. And while Millie did have an ample hourglass figure and was attractive in an okay sort of way, many tried to figure out her secret for keeping her man. "Hi, Millie. I'm just fine. Isn't it just a wonderful chamber of commerce day?" Deanna always lit up when she saw or heard from Millie. There was something about the woman that reassured the young wife. Millie was like a mom she wished she'd had, even though at 60-something Millie was her grandmother's age. Beyond that, however, Millie -- somehow the name didn't really fit -- was smart, powerful, shrewd, and elegantly understated, and Deanna liked to do what Millie asked. "Yes it is, and that's why I'm calling. Have you heard that Bob Newell has sold the Health Emporium?" "Ah, no, ah Millie...I...hadn't heard...that." Just hearing the name changed her mood. Anxiety rushed through her. "Well he has, and the new owners have completely remodeled it and are planning a ribbon cutting the day after tomorrow. It'll be a mid-afternoon affair, just wonderful I'm sure, and you must be there." Millie knew everything about their little town because she made it her business to know. And she was involved in some way or other with virtually every business deal that took place. Those who dealt with her, found her to be ruthless. The old woman's voice calmed Deanna, and her heart slowed a little more when she heard "new owners." She paused, took a deep breath. "Millie, Dougie and I have planned a romantic dinner in the city. I couldn't stay long, I'm meeting him there. I shouldn't probably, but I guess I could dress early for dinner and at least stop by." "Oh, that's wonderful, sweetie, it just wouldn't be a ribbon cutting without you. And you know I wouldn't have allowed you to miss it! See you Thursday at 2." Millie liked the control she had established over the beautiful young wife since she talked her into doing some chamber work, and she wanted more. She was sure she knew how to get it. What an asset the gorgeous, young mother was for the chamber, but she could do so much better. As Deanna hung up the phone, she had very mixed emotions. How, she wondered, could just his name have that effect on me? I'm different now. Strong. I'm a mother. My feelings have changed for Dougie. I have a wonderful position and so many new friends. Fuck Bob Newell, and a building can't hurt me. Besides, Millie would protect her. But Deanna didn't sleep well that night. ********************************** By the day of the ribbon cutting Deanna was feeling good again. She spent the morning in the new, local day spa and let them pamper her as only a professional spa staff can. Natalie was safely in the care of her nanny, where she spent much of her time, and Deanna spent a long time dressing. She wanted to look perfect for her husband. She finally decided on a beautiful and very expensive linen suit. The jacket and skirt were a beautiful mint green, the loose tank top deep pink. She decided against a bra and panties because the restaurant staff was very discreet, the lighting was very low, and the tablecloths very long. Deanna studied her body in the full-length, triple mirror and really, really liked what she saw. She felt sorry for all those silly men she had teased, but even she couldn't blame them for their feelings. She was, she decided, a very, very desirable woman, and she loved to taste her own cunt even if the flavor was on a man's fingers or cock. She understood what they found so appealing. Everything, from her beautifully coiffed hair to her freshly pedicured toes, was absolutely perfect. Her reflection had turned her on, and she felt a little evil as she lifted a breast to her mouth. She first licked then sucked on her right nipple, and got a little taste of her own sweet mother's milk. She decided to sample the milk from the left one as well. And then both of them again. By the time she made herself stop, her breathing was ragged, her face and upper chest were glowing with a red sexual flush, her breasts were swelling, and her pussy had gotten very wet. Each jumbo nipple was shining with a combination of her saliva and milk. Jesus Christ, what are you doing? she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror. A wicked little grin formed at her lips. The jacket would cover any wetness, and wouldn't Dougie be surprised at what he would discover at dinner. Let everything leak, she thought, I'm sooo hot for him. ************************ The ribbon cutting went off without a hitch, and everyone loved the revamped look of the club. The new equipment had cost a fortune, as had the renovation of the locker rooms. And God only knew what the price must have been to add a lap pool in existing space. People were enjoying the appetizers and a punch that was stronger than it should have been. In fact the pitch of the conversations and the laughter were sure signs that everyone was probably getting a little tipsy. Deanna had had more than anyone else because Millie kept filling her glass, insisting that Deanna be ripe for Dougie. A half hour in, Millie slipped away from the gathering via private back steps. When she closed the door behind her, she could hear Bob moaning softly. At the top of the stairs, Millie could see Bobby lying across his desk just as she had left him. Bobby liked the same things that kept her Wally faithful after that one little episode with Deanna. Millie had arrived early at the club, and had met Bobby in his office. They plotted and planned, and then she had him strip down for her and lay across his desk with his head dangling over his chair. She had put clamps on his nipples, and several clothespins on his huge ball sack. She bent and gave his huge, straining cock a kiss, then left him to join the celebration. The pain had gotten worse with the passage of time, and he began to breathe heavily and sweat. It was hard not to move, but Bobby wanted to please the older woman. She was only gone for 30 minutes but it seemed like hours. "Hello, Bobby. Doin' okay?" Miss Millie asked upon her return. "You look so pretty like that. "Well, our little victim is ripe and ready and it looks like you are too." Miss Millie pulled her skirt up and straddled his face. She pulled the clamps off his nipples and delighted at his loud groan. He was such a good cunt lapper. Miss Millie knew she wouldn't take long. She really didn't want to. "If you're a real good boy today, I'm going to give you a special treat. You know Wally's big, heavy leather belt?" Bob moaned from between her silky thighs. "I feel strong today, Bobby. I'm going to use it on you...for a long time." With that Miss Millie came all over Bobby Newell's face. "Now get cleaned up and get down to the party as soon as you can." Miss Millie rearranged her skirt and hurried down the stairs. In the meantime, Deanna had finished another drink, enjoying the feeling that was sweeping over her. She had found a quiet corner and was working herself into a lather thinking about what she and Dougie would do in the restaurant tonight. "Hi, sweetie, Miss Millie's here." Millie found her in the quiet place and had walked around her so that Deanna's back was still to the crowd. "Thinking about tonight, honey?" Deanna blushed. She certainly was, and she was so hot she was about to go crazy. Miss Millie read her mood perfectly and stroked the young wife's hot face. "Ohhh," Deanna said, "your hand feels so cool." Miss Millie continued to stroke her face and then her sensitive throat. "You are such a beautiful girl. Dougie is so lucky." Miss Millie was staring directly into Deanna's beautiful green eyes. Then her hands left the throat and she ran the backs of her cool fingers down inside the loose tank top, feeling the huge mounds of Deanna's breasts. The wife gasped. "I can see why all the men come running when you're around. My god, your skin is like velvet. And your nipples...my good God...your nipples are huge. And so wet." Had Deanna been thinking at all, she would have been at least surprised that her much older friend was being so incredibly intimate with her. Millie was touching her like she owned her. The tank was loose enough that Miss Millie was able to get her hands up the front of it. She had to raise it to capture both breasts, but so what. The strong hands of the old woman were kneading her tits, milking them, and one old knee was grinding into the young mother's cunt mound. It all felt so good that Deanna groaned into Miss Millie's ear. He Subjugates Deanna Again "Sshhh, baby, ssshhh. I know it feels good. My cool hands on your giant hot titties. Oh look, sweetie, I'm milking you. Milking you like an animal with all these people around. You're my mommy animal and your milk is squirting out. "That's it, baby, grind your pussy against my knee....I know...it feels so good. Oh my goodness, sweetie, do you want a kiss. Well...okay, but just a little one...and then we must get back to the party." Miss Millie felt Deanna's warm, wet, sweet lips make contact with hers, and she leisurely explored the young mother's mouth with her tongue. Even though she had just come on Bobby's face, the horny, dominating, old woman was wet and needed to cum again. She pulled her mouth away, and began to rub her milk coated hands on Deanna's lips. When Dougie's wife tried to suck the old woman's fingers into her mouth, Miss Millie walked away. Deanna couldn't believe what had just happened. Jesus Christ and in a room full of people. She was a lot further gone than she realized. No women, and not many men, had ever touched her like that. And only one man had ever established enough power over her to work her in a place as public as this. Deanna shuddered. She squeezed her eyes shut tight to try to block out the images of what Mr. Newell had done to her. How many times had she masturbated just thinking about some of the worst? Please, God, never again. Deanna struggled to pull herself together. She took several deep breaths to clear the sexual cloud. When she was feeling a little more composed, she turned back to the party and it was then that her world came crashing down. Bob Newell, wearing the outfit he had worn on their first date, was standing not more than 20 feet from her, and she wondered what he had seen. Bob was letting his eyes wander up and down her like a Manhattan construction worker and was showing that smirky little grin of his. She suddenly felt self conscious about the very short skirt and very low-cut tank, and the silky, golden skin they didn't cover. Not to mention the milk stains on her top that the jacket just barely hid. Her high heels did wonderful things to her leg muscles, and she knew that her bunched calves and incredible thighs were completely naked to his gaze. She realized that, while more expensive, this outfit was not much different than the one's Bob had made her wear. She really wanted to turn and walk away, but she was unable to move. Her heart began to pound as he walked toward her. Her mind was spinning out of control, and her nipples and clit were throbbing. But she was determined to fight his power over her. At the very least, for God's sake, she could struggle a little. If not for herself, then for Natalie. If only she had not worked herself up in front of the mirror. If only she had not consumed so much of the punch. If only Millie and her wonderfully cool, strong hands and knee had not worked on her. If only she had left a little earlier for the restaurant. If only she had not pursued the son of a bitch in the first place. Too late now. "Hello, Mrs. Stiles. How have you been?" "Just fine, Bo...Mr. Newell...And...you...how are...you?" Deanna was panting with sexual desire and she was sure Bob knew it. He knew her needs well before, and she had to believe he hadn't forgotten. "Prospering. Thanks. What do you think of the old gym?" "It's beautiful. The new...owners...really have done...a...ah a marvelous job." Deanna was praying that he would let her leave. She was hoping he would allow her to exit the building, get in her car, and go to meet her husband. If only she could take her eyes off of his huge, throbbing cock. If only she could stop squeezing her legs together. If only she could stop rubbing her breasts. "It wasn't the new owners really. I didn't sell them the building, just the business. My construction company did the renovation, following the plans I drew up. "Now they have all the headaches and I have all the money." Deanna had always been mesmerized by his soft, low voice. She struggled to say something, but she couldn't get her mouth around any words. "You've changed, Mrs. Stiles. You seem much more confident. Much more sure of yourself. I like that." What could she say to make him stop sexing her up? She focused, using all her willpower and actually managed to begin an intelligent conversation. "Mr. Newell, I'm happier than...I've ever been. I have...a...baby. Dougie's business...is booming, and I'm...in charge of...of the foundation." "Yes, I know. And you're enjoying your work with the chamber too." A synapse fired in the beautiful young wife's brain. He knew. This meant he was still collecting information about her. Information had played a major role in her downfall the first time he entered her life. Her pussy started to flood "Mr. Newell, I really...ah...I...must...well...ah... go, Dougie and I..." "...are having a romantic dinner at Tierra Verde. I know." Bob finished the sentence for her. And in so doing, he had gut punched her. More synapses fired. Changes were taking place in her brain. The old fear, the overpowering sense of being subjugated, was back. But, by God, she'd try to fight through this. "I don't suppose you have the guts to come up to my office, do you?" Reverse psychology always worked before. His office was where he had patiently broken her down. It was where she had become his little tramp. It's where she had discovered the biggest cock she had ever seen, and it's where he had turned her own mind and body against her. It was a day she could never forget. Actually it was all day and half of the night. And it happened after just one date. Deanna tried to speak, but her mouth moved silently. "Stop that, it's making me hot," he said referring to her open mouth. Deanna knew what he meant. She licked her lips involuntarily and shuddered. "We probably shouldn't," he said. "It's a long drive into the city. You should leave now." Deanna felt a crushing disappointment. "We...can...ah...go to...aaawwwggodd...your office, Bob. I...have...ah I...can...take the...time." He reached out and squeezed her nipples very hard. "It's Mr. Newell, you tramp." Dougie's wife's knees buckled. "Let me carry your jacket," he demanded. Bob slid his hand down the back of her skirt and guided her through the crowd. Deanna didn't want to look at anybody because she was so embarrassed. Her breasts were leaking continuously now and had completely soaked her top, and Mr. Newell's hand burned the flesh of her ass as he moved her through the crowd. She kept her face down, but people could see what was happening, and to who. Miss Millie saw Bobby walking Deanna away and smiled. Mr. Newell unlocked the door to the back staircase. His office was the only space on the second floor, and only he and Miss Millie, of course, had a key. He motioned Deanna in first, and watched her sweet ass move under her skirt as she ascended the stairs. She knew he was studying her bare legs and tight round ass, so she spread her legs and stepped awkwardly to give him a better look. "Jesus, Mrs. Stiles, that baby added inches to your hips, and it appears, some pounds to your ass too. Maybe you should wear panties to help hold everything in." More synapses fired in her brain. Why did Mr. Newell have to hurt her feelings all the time? Why did hurtful things like this turn her on? In spite of his harsh words, however, she made no attempt to hide anything from him. When they arrived at the top of the stairs, Deanna was panting loudly. She couldn't imagine how she must have looked as she walked up the steps, her legs flexing, her butt cheeks clenching and unclenching. What would she have done if he had reached out and touched her naked cunt? The image of his hand in her again made her groan. And she was afraid he knew what she was thinking. The room was exactly the same. Not one stick of furniture, not one piece of art had been changed. The large, well appointed office even smelled the same. Memories washed over her. Visions of her naked and on display, visions of her on her knees worshipping his huge cock, visions of her trying so hard to please but never quite succeeding, all came flooding back. The learnings of a year of counseling had gone right out the window, The helpless, unworthy feeling was overpowering, and she knew her body was being controlled by it. She could feel her breasts and nipples swelling. She could feel her pussy seeping juice, and her clitoris growing and throbbing. Her mouth was beginning to water. Why, dear Lord, did his humiliating remarks affect her this way? "What do you think, Mrs. Stiles." "It...ah...it...looks the same, Mr. Newell," Deanna said softly, now completely subservient. Her voice gave everything away. His little mouse had re-entered the trap. "Mrs. Stiles, if you have the time, let's go back down the steps and walk up again. This time more slowly." Deanna's knees buckled again. Of course he knew what she was thinking and he was going to use her mind against her. "OhhhhmyyyGodddd Mr. Newell. What are you doing to me? You just love to humiliate me, don't you? I'm a mother now, but you won't respect that, will you? You'll probably make me hold my skirt up so you can see inside me better. So you can see if you're making me wet." She was already heading for the steps when he said, "Of course." At the bottom they paused. Deanna, her huge breasts heaving with excitement, lifted her skirt to her waist and let him look at her exposed, swollen pussy and golden, shapely legs. The beautiful young mother's face reddened when she realized that the skirt thing was her idea. Mr. Newell had never told her to do it! He had broken her down and was working her, and she was a willing assistant in her own seduction. She started up the steps slowly, and Bob put his hand on her ass so that he could feel the butt muscles work. Halfway up he began to finger her sweet, juicy cunt and puckered asshole. "Slowly, Mrs. Styles, step up very slowly." Her ass cheeks were working around his finger now because he had shoved it all the way in. No one but Mr. Newell had ever claimed her asshole and she had forgotten how good it felt. She wanted to walk these steps forever. She had no secrets from him, so she felt comfortable moaning with need. "One thing is different up here, Deanna. I've been training hard for a tournament, and I don't think you've ever seen me look quite this good." As he talked, Bob was slowly stripping off the blazer, crisp white shirt and beautifully tailored slacks. His body was ripped, muscles defined, and, yes, he was right, she had never seen him look this good. Deanna was having trouble breathing and her brain had moved to that place in the past. Oh God help me, she prayed, but she just couldn't take her eyes off of him as he stripped completely naked. He had removed his pubic hair entirely, actually Miss Millie had, and it made the incredible cock look even bigger than it did before. His large nipples looked bigger too. He slowly backed into the edge of his desk, spread his legs, and let her stare. "You really should leave now, Mrs. Stiles. You shouldn't be late. You don't want to waste time touching my big, hard dick, do you?" His hot, huge cock was pulsing with each beat of his heart, and looked for all the world like it was beckoning her to come closer. "Oh God please, Mr. Newell...I...have...time. Please...let...me touch...your in...incred...incredible cock." She walked toward him, almost in tears, her cunt and asshole still burning from his touch. Bob couldn't believe how quickly he had taken control of her. He thought the counseling would have made her a harder target, but he was beginning to think that abused women seek out controlling men over and over again. The truth of the matter was that he wanted her to fight it a little. It made breaking a woman down so much more exciting. But obviously Deanna wanted to be subjugated quickly. She wrapped both of her small hands and manicured fingers around his hot, throbbing cock. She stroked him, knowing that his pre-cum was going to seep onto her skirt, but she didn't care. "You really shouldn't be handling my cock, Mrs. Stiles. You're a married woman with a new baby. You've had counseling. You're making a new start. It just doesn't seem right. Surely you don't want me to control you like I did before." As he spoke he reached for her head and guided her mouth to a very large, very hard nipple. She opened her mouth to suckle him and a loud moan escaped her lips. He let her nurse and stroke his cock for awhile, then he unbuttoned her skirt and pushed it down her beautifully muscled legs. He roughly dragged the tank top over her head, mussing her beautifully coiffed hair. She was now completely bare naked and her feeling of submission was complete. She could feel the giant head of his cock brushing against her naked, heaving belly and her mouth watered as she went back to sucking his nipples. "Mrs. Stiles, I know you're not going to drop to your knees to taste my cock. What with you being a new woman and all. Remember when you told me you'd never be on your knees for me again? I know you wouldn't like it down there. "Well, my goodness, I guess you do like it. I guess you need to be down there. All that counseling and all this time, and you're right back were you started. "I wonder what Dougie would say if he could see his pudgy, little, tramp wife, her special dinner outfit all crumpled up on the floor, with a strange man's cock in her nasty mouth. "What would he think if he could see Natalie's mother slurping and moaning as she was eating a strange man's huge dick?" Deanna was gagging herself on the incredibly thick piece of hot meat as she tried to fit it all into her mouth and throat. She wanted to save a little bit of her pride and not give up. Her nipples were dripping warm, sweet milk, her pussy was churning out copious amounts of cunt cream, and her mouth was filled with her own saliva and Mr. Newell's wonderful pre-cum, as she did her best to please him. She was embarrassed that she had become a humiliated, juicy, creamy mess right before his eyes. Mr. Newell was right. She liked to be on her knees for him. More than that, she needed to be on her knees. She needed to be controlled. She really was a dirty little tramp. "You know, Mrs. Stiles, I really don't like what you've done to your hair. I like it shorter and darker brown, kind of mousey. "And what is this French manicure shit on your fingers and toes? You'll be going back to bright red tomorrow." His words attacked her senses, and she groaned as they struck deep in her brain. Bob Newell was an expert at working women, breaking them down, and he was doing a masterful job on the beautiful Mrs. Stiles. As her body dripped and her hot mouth sucked on his cock, Bob got a long, fat Cuban out of the humidor on his desk and lit up. He inhaled the first draw, savoring the sweet smoke, and the kick to his lungs. Slowly he turned around. Deanna groaned. "I suppose...you're going to make me...suck your asshole now... aren't you? You don't care...that I'm a...married woman. Or...a...new mother. Or that I'm...respected around town. You... just... want to...humiliate me. You...just want...want me to...tongue fuck your...ass...like I used...to." She was panting so hard she could scarcely talk. "Oh God...please. Mr. Newell...let me...let...me...worship you...back here!" He thought it was a great idea and appropriate that the new mother he was subjugating should eat his ass as he enjoyed this fine cigar. He spread his legs wide and leaned over his desk. Mrs. Stiles immediately began to suck his hole. Her moans were even louder now. The urgency he felt in his huge nut sack, however, demanded that he not finish his cigar. It was time to get that hot, wet, sweet pussy on his dick where it belonged. "Let's go to the couch, Mrs. Stiles." Bob led the way and Dougie's beautiful, young wife crawled behind him, still trying to worship his heavily muscled, perfect round ass. He sat on the couch and she straddled the hard, throbbing hunk of man meat. He was so big that just getting the head past her swollen, bright pink pussy lips made her sweat. Once it was inside, Deanna lowered her cunt, working hard to make it swallow him completely. She was now fully impaled, and squatted, remaining perfectly still on top of him. Mr. Newell would allow her to fuck his cock if and when it pleased him. As he had explained on that first day several years ago, if no one was moving and no one was cumming, then it wasn't fucking. And if they weren't fucking, she wasn't cheating. Finally, though, she had begged him to let her cheat on Dougie, and she knew she would beg again. Deanna was panting loudly now, her chest and belly heaving with need. She was so hot that she thought she was going to lose her mind. She didn't really understand how the humiliation and subjugation made it all seem so much better, but it did. Her huge breasts were straining, heavy with milk, and her pussy was flooding as it lubricated itself. She had forgotten how good it felt to be filled to capacity and beyond. Mr. Newell's cock throbbed with each beat of his heart, and Deanna felt like crying. She had been mean to him, disrespectful, and yet he was spending his valuable time with her. He was such a good man to point out her faults, and suggest ways that she needed to change. This was a relief, really. She had been gone a long time, but she was finally coming home. "Dee," Mr. Newell said, using a pet name from better times long ago, "I have a present for you." Mrs. Stiles opened her wanton green eyes and looked at him. They teared up. Why was he so good to her? Bob slid his hand under a cushion on the couch and brought out a pager and cell phone. Both were an old style because they were exactly the same electronic gadgets that he had used to control her the first time they had a relationship. It didn't dawn on Deanna that this was proof that her being up here was part of an elaborate plan. He put one in each of her hands and gave her permission to move just a little. She began to slide her cunt up and down his giant pole setting a torturously slow pace He hadn't given her permission to cum, and she always came so quick for him. She had to go slow and be careful. "Remember these?" Deanna nodded her head in the affirmative. They felt so natural in her hands. He had called her and paged her many times each hour when they were apart during their first relationship. Because he loved her. He still loved her. The beautiful young wife moaned. "I know you do, baby, I know you remember. And remember how I would send you messages, ordering you to do things, or page you to call me? And remember that you always called in under the one-minute deadline we agreed upon? "I think we'll change that now. Let's make it 45 seconds. Does that sound good to you?" "Yes...dear God yes...anything you say...Mr. Newell ...anything... you... want!" Deanna was frantic with need. She was fucking up and down on his cock still with that slow and torturous pace. Her face was twisted in sexual pain, and she sucked air in loudly through her open mouth. "Good girl. That's a good pace. I know your leg muscles are sore, but you keep going just like that. God knows you need the exercise. "What do you weigh, Mrs. Stiles?" Christ, she wasn't sure she'd even get her name right under the circumstances. What was he asking? "Your weight, Mrs. Stiles. How fat are you?" She groaned out the answer. "One fifteen...I think...aaaawwwwgod. Yes, I weigh...one...fifteen." "We're going to get you down to 98 pounds, Mrs. Stiles. Remember how I like to see your ribs and pelvic girdle pushing against your skin? And remember how sexy you look laying on your back, with your stomach all sunken in. He Subjugates Deanna Again "You used to love to watch my cock working inside you when you were at your good weight. It'll be difficult, but I'll help you. I'll get your weight down because I love you." "Dear...sweet...God...anything...Mr. Newell. AAAAWWWWWGOD...I love you tooooo!" "We have a couple more things to discuss, you adulterous tramp. I will have your car equipped with a signaling device, and will assign Frankie to follow you. I need to know where you are every minute." "YEESSSSSSS...Follow me...you...need to...to know...where I...am." "I will phone you each morning to tell you what you may eat, what you are to wear, and what you will be doing that day. I will do this because I love you and want to protect you." "OH GOD...YESSSS...YOU LOVE ME." "This is so sexy, Dee. I'm just sitting here, and you're doing all the work. That's it baby, fuck my cock with your cunt. I wonder what Dougie would say if he could see the way his pretty little wife is working her ass. That's it baby, I'll hold real still. You go ahead. "We'll entertain friends in my home and take trips together. I'll put you on public display like I used to. Remember how you loved showing your tits and naked pussy to strangers. Remember how the touch of a stranger felt?" "YESSSSS...Mr. Newell...I remember...ohhhh aaawwwwgod...please put...my...body...on display...I'm...just...HHHHHHNNNNNGGGGG your mousey little...tramp." Bob put his arms around Deanna's sweaty back and pulled her close, slowing her movement. The pressure on her breasts caused milk to spray out of both nipples. Dougie's wife groaned against her master's chest. "Yes, Dee, you are my little tramp. And in spite of what those stupid counselors said, you need me to control you. You're not like other women. You are weak and need to be used and humiliated. This is how I prove my love to you, and you need my love." Deanna groaned again, louder. **************************** The successful celebration had ended, and Millie had seen everyone off. There was a transition in the crowd from those business people who had enjoyed the reception to folks who couldn't wait to get on all that new exercise equipment. She could hear a cash register kachinging in her mind as she quietly walked up the stairs. Millie undressed while she watched the beautiful young wife impaling herself on Bobby's magnificent cock. She touched herself and thought, not bad for an old lady. Miss Millie walked to the couple on the couch and, as Bobby squeezed Deanna to his chest, she ran her hands through Mrs. Stile's damp hair and down her sweaty back. She reached under her ass and felt her cunt lips which were fat and slick with juice. She stroked Bobby's nut sack and could see where the clothespins had left their mark. "What?...who?...oh...my...God that...feels...so...good!!" Miss Millie was tickling Deanna's asshole, then using the young wife's pussy cream as lubricant, she pushed her middle finger deep into the hole. Deanna moaned and stretched her head back. Miss Millie put her mouth to the young woman's ear. She kissed it wetly. "Ooohhhh you pretty little baby. You are such a nasty wife. Do you like my old finger up your ass?" Deanna groaned loudly. "Ssshhhh, sweetie. We're going to take care of you. Ssshhh. We both love you so much, and we know how you need people to show their love. No, no, baby. I won't stop. I'll keep finger fucking your nasty asshole." She kissed the tormented young mother's ear again, then tickled her mouth with her tongue. She could taste Bobby in her mouth. After awhile, Miss Millie withdrew her finger to another of the young mother's moans and sat down on the couch very close to the couple still connected at the crotch. "Whew, I'm glad that's over. I couldn't wait to get up here and see how you were doing. Did it go smooth? It sure went quick." Bobby and Miss Millie, it seemed were going to have a conversation while Deanna suffered. "It was easier than I thought it might be, but that was probably thanks to you. What were you doing to her when I got there?" Miss Millie smiled, remembering. "That was a little bold. I was just talking to her and stroking her face at first. But then she seemed so ripe and susceptible that I decided to get some handfuls of her big titties. You should have seen her hunching against my knee." "I did," Bob said, smiling that wicked little smile. Miss Millie continued, "She was so fuckin' hot I couldn't believe it and she did nothing to make me stop. You wanted me to feel you up, didn't you, you cheating cunt? " Miss Millie was pulling Deanna toward her so that she could get to the closest breast. As she talked, she began to knead it again and squeeze it like she was choking the neck of a child. She had tormented and milked other young mothers and was very good at it. "Ssshhhh, baby. I know it feels good, but you're so loud. Christ she's full. I'm going to have to milk her down or her titties will explode." Bob and Millie did some rearranging, and with creative use of throw pillows soon had Deanna where they wanted her. Her ass was resting on the arm of the couch, making her pussy an open and inviting target for Bob's huge cock. But this time, he was going to aim a little lower. Her upper body was resting on pillows on Millie's lap, and the old woman was cradling her head and back as one would cradle a child. As Bob thrust his huge cock into Deanna's unsuspecting, trembling asshole, Miss Millie began milking her nipples down to relieve some of the pressure. Then she pushed up on one huge breast, and stuck its nipple into Deanna's mouth. It muffled the beautiful wife's screams. "Yesss, baby girl. Miss Millie's feeding you. Oh, good girl. Suck at it. Suck real hard. Drink from your big, fat tittie like your little baby girl does. Sssshhhh, little girl. Miss Millie will take care of the other one." Millie then dropped her face to Deanna's other breast and began to drink the milk intended for Natalie. Bob was plunging his huge cock into Dougie's wife's hot, sweaty ass while the women drank, and Mrs. Stiles began to cum. Her belly heaved, her body bucked, and she screamed around her own nipple. Bob let her cum, but kept pumping. That's something the women really liked about him. He could keep them cumming over and over again. "Did you...get through to...Dougie?" Bob asked panting. "Better than that," Miss Millie said releasing her nipple with a wet pop. She went back to milking it with her fingers. "I called his step mom and she's going to meet him at the restaurant. By the time Peyton gets through with him, he'll never remember that he was supposed to be meeting his wife." Peyton never liked Deanna. The girl was just too fuckin' good looking, and she thought over time, the little bitch might make a play for the real money in the family. Besides, she always had a craving for her step son, so this had worked out just right. "Ssssshhhhh, baby girl. You're so loud and we're trying to talk." Deanna was cumming almost continuously. The pain in her ass had given way to the most incredible, exciting sensations. This had always been one of her favorite fantasies after she broke up with Mr. Newell. "How's Dr. Heilman doing, by the way?" Millie asked. Deanna tried to focus on this question because Dr. Heilman had been her therapist. "Just fine. She's living in a small space in the house I rent to my grounds supervisor. His wife, Maria, has really done a good job with her. She schedules her cleaning appointments, buys the supplies, and makes sure the doc gets to the houses on time. And she makes sure that Julia does a very good job. She's cleaning 12 houses a week now." "I think that's just the funniest thing. You said she called you after this little bitch's third session?" Bob was sweating profusely as he worked on Deanna's asshole. "Yeah...third...session. Jesus this ass is tight. She got so excited about the things Dee told her I did to her...that...she wanted...to....aaaawwwwchrist... meet me." Deanna couldn't believe her ears. She pulled her mouth off her nipple, groaned loudly, strained her head back, and came again. Miss Millie took the opportunity to bring the young mother's mouth to hers for a long, wet, sweet, sticky, milky kiss. Miss Millie stroked Dougie's wife's belly with her free hand, then sought out the throbbing clit. She pinched it and scratched it with a fingernail. "Oh yes, I know, sweetie. My old hand feels so good on your young body, your throbbing clit. I won't let it go, baby, really I won't. Old Millie is going to work it for a long time. You don't have to thank me, baby. I enjoy touching young wives' cunts." Deanna was utterly exhausted. How much of this could anyone stand? Her leg muscles ached because Mr. Newell was making her hold them out with her knees locked, her toes pointed. Both of her tormentors told her how pretty it made her legs look. She was covered in sweat, and her belly ached because she was heaving it so much. "Did you hear what Mr. Newell said about your doctor? She came to him like a dog in heat and begged him to use her and control her. While she was counseling you, he was using you both! And now he has her working as a maid. That's funny." The old woman was milking Deanna's clit with one hand and had freed her other so she could work on the beautiful, young mother's tits. Combined with the pounding her asshole was taking, Deanna had slipped into a sexual maze with no way out. Finally Bob could take no more, so Miss Millie allowed him to shoot a load. He pulled out so the old woman could direct the streams of sticky cum all over poor Deanna's body. Then, while the tramp wife cleaned Mr. Newell's cock with her mouth - the taste of her own ass was so wonderfully humiliating - Millie spent a long time spreading the cum around and rubbing it into the mother's hair, face, tits, and belly. *********************************** Some time passed, and Millie had spent it well. She had strung Bobby up to a strong hook and pulley in the ceiling. He was on his tiptoes, arms stretched up, his wonderful muscles straining. Oh, he could drop down enough to stand flat on his feet, but if he did, the cord from his wrists, over the pulley, down the crack of his ass, and tied securely to his balls, would extract more than a little pain. Miss Millie had bound his legs tight together with wraps and knots at his ankles, knees, and upper thighs. This arrangement kept his tight, now purple balls away from his cock, which was again erect and throbbing. It made a wonderful target for Wally's big leather belt. Miss Millie had years of experience with bondage and pain, and had Bobby sweating and grunting like a pig. Then she turned her attention to Dougie's wife. Deanna was resting on the top of Mr. Newell's desk, with her heels on the decorative molding on the edge. Miss Millie insisted that she spread her legs wide and push her ass up in the air so she could see her sweet pussy while she worked on Bob. Well, maybe Deanna wasn't resting all that much. Then Miss Millie began to examine the beautiful mother's cunt. It was red and swollen, half turned inside out from Bobby's attack, but still smelled fresh and sweet. She put fingers inside and delighted in the hot, wet, silky smooth interior. She explored the bottom, sides, and cervix before finding the rough skin marking the G-spot on the top of the hot, sweet hole. "Deanna, sweetheart," she said as she tormented Dougie's wife's juicy pussy, "I've got a new, special job for you at the chamber." All Deanna could do was moan. "I'm going to put you in charge of business development. You'll spend time with visiting businessmen when they're in town..." Deanna got the meaning and groaned loudly. The old woman was going to make her cum, but not yet. "...and we'll go on some trips to their headquarters as well." Miss Millie was now tasting the tramp's creamy cunt and thinking it was no wonder that Wally could settle for just this. Oh yeah, he admitted what he had done and that's the way the special sessions started. She wondered if Deanna thought the money and gifts were worth it now. Between licks and sucks, Millie said, "Others can offer all the fuckin' tax abatements they want. But who else can bring a beautiful, young, nursing mother to the table with a guarantee that they can take her to a bed as well." Miss Millie went to work on Deanna's clit with her hot, sucking mouth and the poor, tormented woman screamed through another body wrenching orgasm. The old woman spent a long time with her captives that night. She went from one to the other enjoying their groans of pain and pleasure. This was working out just the way she had planned it. She was going to have a lot of fun with these two, and make a ton of money pimping Deanna and selling her really nasty videos as well. ************************** Dougie was seeing less and less of his gorgeous bride, but at least his huge debt to Miss Millie was starting to come down. He had run into some problems soon after his father died, and the rich, old woman had come through with desperately needed cash. A pickup full of cash in fact. Miss Millie was using part of the money she was making on Dougie's wife to forgive some of the money Dougie owed. She was nice like that. Deanna was spending a lot of time with some guy named Bob Newell as well. He would have had no idea what was going on except Peyton would bring him videos from time to time. They would lay in bed all naked and cozy watching them until the wee hours of the morning. Often with Deanna beside them. Peyton suggested this arrangement because the young wife had become an accomplished cunt eater, and she loved it that Deanna was forced to watch Dougie fuck his step mom. His favorite video was one shot on a farm or small ranch. The video featured an old man, at least 80, who still milked his dairy cows by hand. He accepted Deanna into his herd, and Dougie watched the screen with the biggest boner of his life as the old man prepared her tits just like he prepared his cows' udders. He used his strong, heavily veined, but age-spotted hands to wash his wife's huge, heaving breasts and then kneaded them, stimulating milk production. When he pulled on her teats, Dougie could hear the sweet mother's milk hitting the bottom of the old tin pail. He milked her for a long time, giving the video camera operator the opportunity to get good close-ups of the old man's hands on Deanna's massive tits and of the tortured look on her face. With her feet tied wide apart, the viewers also got a good, long look between her wonderfully shapely legs. They could only guess what the things were that the farmer had pushed deep into her cunt and asshole, and wonder about what kept them snugly in place. When he had drained her, the old man bent her over the corral fence and fucked her from behind, alternating between her asshole and her pussy. Obviously Dougie's wife was enjoying the attention. She was mooing -- Miss Millie's idea -- to beat the band. And the old man fucked her for a very long time. Later when he was inside his step mother's wonderful pussy, Peyton told him Mr. Newell and Miss Millie took Deanna to the ranch twice a week, and that this video was the favorite of the business prospects that came to town. His step mother pointed out that there was a good chance Dougie and Deanna would run into at least one of these men around town. Dougie, imagining the humiliating meeting groaned loudly and emptied the largest load of his life into Peyton's hot, wet, sweet cunt. Life was not only good but getting much more interesting in their hometown.