2 comments/ 157759 views/ 54 favorites You Belong To Me Now Slut! By: lilgirlsix Working in a big city Police Department is like being in the middle of Peyton Place. There are rumors, innuendos, and affairs by the dozens. I've heard of dispatchers fighting because they found out they were dating the same officer, and officers who found out their wives were cheating by overhearing the boyfriend talking to his buddy on the other side of the locker room. I had always been able to stay out of the fray. I was the quiet one that no one thought about, no one noticed. At parties I was a wallflower, standing around while others flirted, went to dark corners to make out like teenagers, and left in pairs to have fun before their spouses expected them home. Working around Police Officers had given me a false sense of security I guess. I figured that since they had to go through a rigorous hiring process and background investigation, they would weed out any ne'er do wells. I found out I was wrong, the hard way. I was working a slow winter night. It was just dragging on. I felt like I would fall asleep any minute. None of my friends were working in the field, and I was so bored. No one seemed to need 9-1-1 that night. Good for them but bad for me. A message popped up on my computer from an officer asking about a previous event. I answered his question and we started chatting the rest of the night. My shift ended at 1 am and I said good night. The next night after I had settled into my little cubbyhole, a message popped up on my screen. It was the same officer from the previous night. We talked the night away. We talked about how long we had worked at the Police Department, about how we ended up here, and by the end of the week, he felt like an old friend. His name was Dave. The weekend came and went, and soon enough it was back to work. I was just starting to take calls and yes, another message popped up. This went on for weeks. I had no idea who he was, but he seemed nice enough. Finally, after a month, he asked me if I was the one that everyone went to with their dog problems. I laughed, "Yes, I am the dog lady." I had previously worked at a Veterinary Hospital and was well known for helping the Canine Unit and anyone else that asked. The message popped up, "My dog has been limping. Would you be willing to look at him and give me an opinion of what I should do next?" I couldn't very well say no. We made arrangements for me to meet him after work one night and follow him home to check out his dog. I had never met him, and I thought he didn't know who I was either. But he was a co-worker, a cop, nothing to worry about, right? I met him in the parking lot. I almost stopped dead in my tracks. He was drop dead gorgeous. He was over 6 feet tall, well built, full head of dark hair and a mustache. Of course I'm married so just looking. We shook hands and started talking about his dog. He didn't live that far from the Department so it would only take a few minutes to get to his house. I'd be done in a few minutes and on my way home. My husband was out of town for a few days, and I always hated going home to an empty house anyway. I followed him the few blocks and parked in his driveway. We walked inside and a Labrador retriever came bounding out to meet us. He practically knocked me over saying hello. I really didn't see anything wrong with him, but I asked Dave what the problem was. He described it but he looked normal to me. I suggested he video tape him the next time he saw the problem and then take him to an Orthopedist. He said that would be great since he had a great camcorder and wanted to practice using it anyway. I was about to say goodnight when he asked me if I wanted anything to drink. "Do you have any Pepsi?" A minute later I was holding a glass and sitting on his couch. As we were talking, I noticed the room was kind of spinning. I looked up at Dave and he was smiling. "Feeling OK Lynn?" I don't remember answering. In fact I don't remember anything. What I'm going to tell you next, I only found out the next day. I woke up and jumped up looking around. Where was I? What was I doing here? I wasn't wearing any clothes and had no idea where I was. I felt the stickiness between my thighs, and I was starting to panic when Dave walked in the room. "Morning sunshine. I see you're finally awake. That was some night, huh? You sure are a wildcat aren't you?" He was laughing at some private joke, and I was shaking like a leaf. "What did you do?" I screamed at him. I started to get out of the bed but then realized I was handcuffed to it. I couldn't get up. I started to struggle against the cuffs, but he hadn't locked them and they were getting tighter the more I struggled. I was crying and calling him every filthy name in the book. "My husband will kill you for raping me." I screamed at the top of my lungs. He just stood there and laughed and turned on a big screen TV across from the bed. I caught a glimpse of me, on my knees, in front of him, sucking his cock. I was mesmerized as I saw it. But I would never do that. I wouldn't. "NO NO NO NO NO, that can't be me, it can't be." I was screaming almost unintelligibly. Dave had a smirk on his face. "I gave you a drug that made you extremely susceptible to suggestions. But your husband will never know that. He'll just think his wife is a fucking slut. And you are now. You're my slut Lynn. You'll do everything I want you to, or I'll show this tape to your husband, the whole tape." I looked at him dumbfounded as he fast-forwarded to me riding his cock, looking like the slut he said I was. My hands were playing with my tits as I bounced up and down on his pole. I was moaning and purring like a whore, begging him to make me cum. I turned away disgusted with myself. "Don't you want to watch the whole thing? You gave a very good performance. The drug made it easy to hypnotize you and suggest that you were a porn star. This was your big break to make it in the big leagues. You just had to impress the producer, me. And boy did you impress me Lynn. You would be a great porn star. You can fuck like the best whore out there." I was shaking like a leaf. My life would never be the same. I could see it. He was going to blackmail me. If I told on him, he would show the tape. He kept moving the tape forward, showing us in different positions, me always with a look of ecstasy on my face, making lewd comments, and sounding like a hooker. He pulled the sheet off me, and I jumped as much as I could while cuffed to the bed. He was staring at me, and now I could see the marks on my body form the night's activities. There were bite marks, bruises, and semen, all over my tits, my belly, and my thighs. "Please, if you let me go I won't tell anyone. I'll never tell a soul." I was crying, begging, pleading with him. "I can do what I want and you won't tell anyone anyway." He was climbing onto the bed, between my legs, which were tied spread open. He made his way to my pussy and started to slip his tongue between my folds. I was screaming and begging him to stop. He just slowly licked and pushed two fingers inside my cunt and started to fuck them in and out. My hips were jumping and pumping against him as I begged him to stop. He looked up from between my legs and smiled at me. The look on his face seemed to be one of triumph. My pussy was leaking like a sieve. And then I felt it. I tried to stop it, I tried to keep it from happening, but I couldn't. My head fell back and I started to moan and pant as I had a huge orgasm. I heard his laughter as I started to cry. I didn't want to cum, I hated him, how could he make me cum? I was so confused and almost hysterical as he mounted me and slid his hard cock into my watering pussy. I didn't notice my hips meeting his thrusts. I was trying to turn my head away from him. I couldn't stand to look at him, but he dug his fingers into my chin and pulled my head to face his. "You belong to me now slut. I own your body. The other suggestion was that your body would respond to mine like this. You will only cum when I touch you. Your husband will never be able to make you cum again, and masturbating won't do it either. You will only cum when I make you and let you cum. Your orgasms belong to me now." Tears were streaming down my face as I realized the truth. I tried to fight it but every thrust of his cock inside my pussy was bringing me closer to an orgasm. He whispered in my ear. "Cum for me my slut." I lurched off the bed with a huge orgasm, my hips ramming into his pelvis, my cunt on fire for his cock. I had never felt like this before. I had never cum so hard before. My pussy was grabbing at his cock, milking it. He continued to thrust into me, his cock filing me like never before. "That's it my lilfuk. Don't fight it, you can't. If you try to have my hypnotic suggestion removed by someone else, it won't work because only I know how to remove it correctly without causing you any permanent damage. Learn to live with it, learn to enjoy it my lilfuk. I know I will." He slid his cock out of me and I could see my cum covering it. At that moment, I felt my mouth watering and the thought came into my head that I wanted to lick it off. I was disgusted with myself and looked away. I could see he was undoing the ties on my ankles and the cuffs on my wrists. I was planning my escape when he climbed back into the bed and slid into my sloppy cunt. I was ready to jump off the bed and run but instead, I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him tightly into my cunt. He started thrusting harder and biting my neck. I started to cum again and again and again. I was screaming "Oh fuckkkkkkkk, ahhhhhhh yesssssssss, fuck meeeee, fuck me harder Dave." He smiled and started to pile drive into me and let loose a flood of semen inside my unprotected pussy. "I'm glad I turned the camcorder on again. That was great. No one would ever believe you didn't mean it. We're going to have a good time my little cum slut. I must have cum in you at least 5 times since last night. Hope you're fertile. We'll get you pregnant yet." If it was possible for me to be any more disgusted, I was. He was going to get me pregnant, and as soon as I thought, "I'll just get an abortion", I became violently ill and started to dry heave. I knew that he had given me another suggestion. I couldn't end any pregnancy. I was sick to my stomach. He climbed off of me and moved to put his cock at my mouth. I turned away, tears pouring down my face, and I decided I would fight this and not touch his cock except maybe to bite it. He held his cock to my lips and I opened my mouth, ready to bite off the head, and slowly started to lick his big cock. I was crying as I lapped up our combined cream and knew I was helpless to fight him. He had won. I was his. You Belong To Me Now Slut! Ch. 02 It had been two days since I had been at Dave's house. I still felt I had been raped even though there are those who would say you can't rape the willing. But are you really willing if it is through hypnosis? Yes, the videotape of me looks like I was a willing participant, but in my mind I was fighting it as best I could. I just didn't have the strength. My husband came home from his trip, and though I wanted to, I couldn't tell him what was wrong. He would walk up to me and ask if there was something wrong. I would try to get the words out, and then get sick to my stomach, run to the bathroom, and vomit. He tried to nurse me through my illness, some virus I told him. It was going around. The day before I returned to work, my husband said he had something to tell me. I was just sure he had found out somehow about Dave and thought I was a slut and wanted a divorce. He sat me down and told me he knew what was wrong. I started to cry. He knew. How did he know? Would he blame me? Would he forgive me? "I had a talk with your friend Dave today. He came by my work and told me that you had a bad time while I was gone and you needed time to recover. " A talk with my "friend" Dave? What the hell happened? "W-w-what did he say?" I was afraid of what was coming next. "Oh, don't worry, I won't embarrass you. He told me how much it upset you." He walked away and into the bedroom. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what he was talking about. A few minutes later I followed into the bedroom but didn't see him. I heard moaning sounds coming from the bathroom. It couldn't be! My husband has always thought of masturbation as a sin. He would never do it, and he was disgusted when he found out that I did. I peeked around the corner and looked. I was shocked to see him with his pants down around his ankles, his hand sliding up and down his cock. It was starting to get harder but nowhere near the size of Dave's piece of meat. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. It was so out of character. He was looking at a Playboy magazine. He NEVER would have had a magazine like that in the house in the past. What was going on? My eyes were glued to him as he fisted his cock, moaning loudly, calling out some woman's name I'd never heard before, and it sure as hell wasn't mine! I tried to back away, but something held me there in place. I could see the precum escaping through the slit in his cock head. I closed my eyes and all I could see was Dave's cock. His moans brought me back to reality, and I watched mesmerized as my husband who had never touched himself before had one hand massaging his balls as the other slid over his cock head spreading that precum around. I dropped my hand to my pussy, sliding a finger along my slit and then dipping into my cunt. It was bone dry. I moved my finger to my clit. I felt nothing, no excitement. My heart was pounding, but with frustration, not lust. His moans burned their way into my brain, and I furiously pushed my fingers into my pussy. What was wrong with me? Then I remembered Dave's words that I would not be able to orgasm from masturbation or my husband, only him. I heard my husband's moans, and opened my eyes to see him shooting cum across the room, his hand pumping his cock faster and faster as he emptied itself for the first time into thin air. His cum had always found a warm receptacle in the past, my mouth or pussy. I heard him talking to himself, still unaware that I was there. "That was the best orgasm of my life! Dave was right. This is so much better than sex with my wife. I should have been doing this years ago." I was stunned. What had Dave done now? Had he hypnotized my husband? How could I find out? I walked away in a daze, trying to figure out what to do next. My husband walked out of the bedroom a few minutes later whistling like nothing unusual had happened. I walked up to him to kiss him, pushing my tongue into his mouth, holding him tight around the neck, pressing my body into his. He pushed me away. "I'm really not in the mood, OK?" And then I realized, neither was I. The rest of the day and night was strange. He talked about all kinds of things, mentioning his talk with Dave every now and then. He said he really liked him and was glad that he and I were friends. He said he hoped I could help him with his dog. We went to bed, barely saying a word. We both moved to the farthest edge of the bed away from each other. We didn't even kiss good night. I cried myself to sleep. The next day, it was back to work. I took call after call. I was so glad it was busy today. I needed to keep my mind off the last few days' events. Just before the end of my shift a message popped up on my computer. "Meet me after shift in the parking lot at my car." I deleted the message without answering. The next 30 minutes went by so slowly, and all I could think about was Dave. I tried to force him out of my head but he wouldn't go away. I would close my eyes and see his hard body over me. I'd open my eyes and feel his hands caressing my skin. Someone walked up behind me and tapped my shoulder. I almost jumped out of my chair. "Geez Lynn, drink less coffee. I thought you were going to scream for a minute. What's wrong with you anyway? You seem to be in some dream world. I thought once your husband got home you'd be back to normal but that isn't happening. Are you guys fighting?" I looked over at Bonnie. "No, everything's OK. You're right; I need to drink less coffee. Sorry about that. What's up?" She looked at me like I was nuts. "It's time to go unless you're planning on staying to work for free." I tried to joke while I scooped up my things and walked out the door a few minutes behind my shift mates. I realized I was alone in the parking lot. I looked around as I saw all the cars leaving the lot where swing shifters parked. And then I saw his car, off in a dark corner. I tried to turn away but couldn't. I slowly walked to his car. He sat there on the hood, watching me with that smug smile on his face. "You really didn't think you would be able to resist coming to me did you? You know you want me. You're addicted to me Lynn. You can't deny it. You think of me instead of your husband. And now you don't have to worry about hurting him by not having sex. He isn't interested anymore. His hand will do quite nicely for him now." He smiled at me and reached out to push my hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. When his finger brushed my cheek, I could feel the ache in my pussy. It was starting to throb. It was starting to leak. What was happening to me? Was he right? Was I addicted? I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. I wanted to touch him, to feel his hard body. He took my hand and pulled me slowly towards him. I couldn't take my eyes off his face. My breathing was getting faster and deeper as he took hold of the back of my head and slowly brought my lips to his. My mind was in a whirl, excited, and disgusted at the same time. How could I live like this? When his lips touched mine, I melted into his arms, my heart beating wildly against his chest. His hands tangled in my hair, holding me tightly to his lips. My heart was pounding as his lips broke away from mine and moved down my throat. He pulled my shirt back, and I felt his teeth bite into my shoulder. My pussy started to throb, and I felt my panties soak through in seconds. My hands gripped his shoulders, and I was moaning loudly into his chest. I heard myself talking and didn't know why I was saying it. "Fuck me Dave, please fuck your little bitch." There was no one in the dark parking lot across from the Police Department as he unzipped my pants and let them drop to the ground. He pulled my panties down and spun me around to face his car. His hands were under my shirt pulling my bra out of the way so he could maul my tits. I wasn't fighting him even though I should have. I should have been screaming at those Police Cars driving by only yards away. But I wasn't, I was his willing little slut. I heard his zipper and then felt his hard cock sliding into my wet and willing cunt. I spread my legs farther to allow him easier entrance into my hot hole. "Oh my God." I moaned loudly as I felt him push his whole length into me in one slow motion. "Yes, I want all of it, I want you to fuck me deep and hard." I was hearing this like it was coming from someone else, but it was my voice. It sounded so far away. I could hear Dave's laugh as he answered me with his deep thrusts. My body was accepting him without question, like he owned me. My body responding to his like we were old lovers. The only sounds were his grunts as he thrusted and my moans as I took every bit of his meat. He whispered into my ear. "You're mine Lynn, from now on. You know it now. Your body and mind belong to me. You are my little slut to use, and you love it." His thrusts never slowed and my pussy was on fire for him. His hand dropped to my clit and started to stroke as he pushed deep into my body. I felt more pleasure than I thought possible as he whispered. "Cum for me my little bitch." I exploded around his cock, my body jerking and spasming. The only things keeping me from falling were his strong arms around my waist and the long pole that was anchored between my legs. As I started to calm, I could still feel his cock pounding into me, and I loved it! I was his slut! I was pushing back at him, trying to force him deeper inside me. He held me tighter, his teeth nipping at my neck, one hand brushing my hair back to give him more access to my skin. I shuddered with lust as I felt his fingers trail across my shoulder. I wanted him to fuck me. I didn't want it to ever stop. "Don't ever stop fucking me Dave, pleeeeeeease." Dave started ramming his rod into my body and held me as tight as he could as he started to jerk, his cum spurting deep inside my womb. I could hear his animal grunts as he rutted like an animal on his female. His hot seed filled me, and I started to orgasm again, trembling, moaning, my cunt clamping down on his cock, milking every bit of his sperm from him. I felt the contractions inside me as my body pulled his seed deeper. I collapsed over the hood of his car, panting, trying hard to catch my breath. My heart was pounding in my chest. I felt his weight on my back, his hands stroking my back as we both recovered in the darkness of the parking lot. His cock slid out, sated finally. I felt his cum dripping down my thighs. I was shaking as I slowly turned to face him and sank to my knees at his feet. I looked up at him as I carefully took his spent cock into my mouth. My tongue gently lapped up our combined cum, and I moaned as I cleaned him thoroughly. His hands were stroking my face, and I felt like this was where I belonged, at his feet. You Belong To Me Now Slut! Ch. 03 It had been several months since Dave had made that hypnotic suggestion to me, and then later, to my husband. Life had changed for all of us. I found myself craving Dave's cock and hard body. My husband? He craved his right hand. For someone who had never had much interest in sex, he was giving himself quite a work out. It seemed like every time he was alone, he was jerking off. I couldn't bring home any friends because I never knew when I would hear him moaning loudly. And now he didn't just use the bathroom. Sometimes I would walk into the kitchen, and there he would be, drinking a cup of coffee, porn magazine on the counter, pants around his ankles, and right hand feverishly pumping his little dick. Whenever I caught him, he would look up like it was no big deal, and would I run away? No. I'd watch him, licking my lips, thinking of Dave's cock as he moaned, stroking himself, looking at his magazine. Then when he was close, and I knew he was about to shoot his pitiful little load of cum, I would close my eyes and picture Dave pumping his huge rod into my pussy. My husband's loud noises would lead me back to reality, and I would watch as his tiny member would dribble out a little semen. That's when I would turn around and walks away, to my bedroom, to think about Dave and how much I needed to feel his cock. It seemed like the more my husband masturbated, the more I wanted Dave. I could feel how wet my pussy was, swollen, waiting to be filled. I would open my drawer of toys, and then remember with a big sigh, they wouldn't help. He wouldn't allow me to cum from my own hand. It would just frustrate me more. That's when I would sit at my computer, log onto my email, and send Dave a message. "I need you." I would sit and wait for a reply. Sometimes no answer would come. I lived for those few times that it did. And I would grab my things and tell my husband I was going out. I wouldn't even remember the drive, but soon enough, I would be standing at Dave's front door, knocking softly, almost hoping he didn't hear it. If there was no answer I could leave, right? But he always heard. The door would open, and I would stand there, mesmerized by his eyes, staring into my soul. He would reach out a hand and pull me into his arms, kissing me, almost devouring me, in full sight of the neighbors or anyone else who drove by. Then he would stop and look me up and down, I was never sure what he was looking for. Today, he smiled. "I like how you've changed your look baby. You are finally showing off those tits. And no bra. I like it!" He had a huge, leering grin. "And love those red lips, you look like a proper whore." I suddenly realized, I had bought a new wardrobe recently. Last week I had gone through my closet and thrown out almost every stitch of clothing I owned and bought lots of short skirts, tight pants, and low cut blouses. I had bought make-up, I never wore make-up! He put his hands to my face and kissed me deeply, his tongue driving into my mouth like I knew his cock would be driving into my cunt soon. I was moaning into his mouth as he moved me through the house, pushing me over the couch, my ass in the air. His hands were on my ass, under the skirt. He pulled off my thong, throwing it to the other side of the room. I tried to force myself up but he held me down with one arm as I kicked. This was wrong. There was still a part of my brain fighting his control. I was kicking and screaming for him to get off me. "We go though this every time Lynn. You always think you have to act like you don't want me to fuck you, that you don't want me to cum inside that hot pussy of yours. But you always give in baby. You know you want it, you know you want me. Just enjoy it. Don't keep fighting it. You just make it harder on yourself, and it turns me on even more." I heard the zipper and then felt his hard cock forcing its way into my swollen, ready pussy. I screamed at him to stop. "Stop it, I don't want you to fuck me you bastard! You know I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for your damn hypnotic suggestion. I DON'T WANT YOU!" And then as his cock slid home, I moaned loudly, my fighting slowed, and I finally gave in, again, to his body and my own desires. Damn him for doing this to me. That's what I was thinking as I was moaning, begging him to fuck me harder. "Oh GODDDDDDD!" I screamed out loud as his cock hit my cervix. My pussy was convulsing around his rod, trying to milk it. He was always able to hold back until I had cum over and over, until I could barely speak, barely get out the words begging him to cum inside my cunt. He grabbed hold of my hips, pounding me harder, deeper, than ever before. His cock started to pulse inside me as he groaned and bit my shoulder, marking me as his as he pumped his cream into his bitch. I could feel his cock still shooting load after load, he seemed to cum forever! He lay on top of me, his heart pounding in his chest against my back. I felt him reaching for something next to the couch and as he slowly pulled his cock out, I felt something being pushed into my stretched pussy. "What are you doing?" I was still breathing hard, trying to calm myself and my words came in a whisper. "It's a plug to keep you from losing all my cum. I want it to have every chance to get you bred you know. I'll be adding more later. You'll be totally full by the time you get home." I felt my flesh crawl when he mentioned my going home with the plug in place, full of his cum. I'd have to rush to the bathroom to take it out and clean myself up before going near my husband. But then again, would my husband even care? I was startled out of my thoughts by his wet cock at my lips, and I flicked my tongue out to lap up our juices. "Mmmmm, you taste so good." I smacked my lips and moaned loudly around his cock, sounding like a fucking whore. I couldn't believe how I was acting around him. Him and his damn hypnosis I thought as I hungrily took his cock down my throat, cleaning him and feeing him growing in my mouth. As his cock got harder, I had to content myself with just sucking the head and stroking his shaft with my hands. "That's it baby; get me ready to fuck you again. I know how much you want me to cum inside that hot cunt of yours, how much you want to have my baby growing inside your belly." His hands were in my hair, pulling me down on his cock. "Your husband called me today and let me know that you were ovulating. He said you always show the same signs, and he thinks you are at your most fertile right now. He remembers from when the two of you were trying to get pregnant, but he couldn't get the job done. I will!" The thought of my husband calling Dave, telling him to get me pregnant, made me sick, I thought. Dave pulled his cock out of my mouth and carried me into his bedroom; He laid me on the bed and spread my legs, licking all around my pussy, around the plug that was holding his cum in place. He swiped his tongue over my clit, making me jump. It was so sensitive after my many orgasms. But he didn't stop even after I told him it hurt. He stayed to the side of my clit, dragging his tongue near it, but not right on it, making my hips lift to his mouth, showing myself what a slut I was. He looked up from between my legs. "Do you want something?" He had a grin on his face as he looked up at me with his face shiny from our cum. "I want you to fuck me, I want you to get me pregnant." I couldn't believe those words were coming out of my mouth. What had he done to me that I was asking this rapist to be the father of my baby? He smiled and slid the plug out of my well fucked pussy, and moved up my body to suck on my nipples as he slid his hardened cock into my sloppy hole. His cock filling my cunt was forcing his cum out of me, onto the sheets where it pooled underneath my ass. He had gotten his lust out in the first hard fuck, and now he was taking his time. His hips slid in and out slowly, like he was actually making love to me instead of raping me. He licked and bit at my nipples and I lifted up to deliver my tits to him. "Suck on my tits Dave, please, I can't wait until they have milk for you to drink." He settled in and started sucking hard, making me moan louder as our hips bucked against each other. He sucked in hard on my nipple as his cock hit bottom and I started to cum again and again, my body jerking and spasming underneath him. Dave seemed to last forever, his thrusts slow and steady. I could feel every ridge of his cock every inch as it slid in and out of my swollen pussy. No matter how much I didn't want to be here, after his cock slid its way home, I couldn't even imagine not being here. I wanted to be underneath him, I wanted his cock plundering my depths, and I wanted to have his baby growing inside me. I was startled out of my thoughts by his teeth biting down on the top of my tit as he began to cum again, pumping amazing amounts of cum into my cunt. I could feel the hot liquid being added to what was already there. I could feel his cock still jerking inside me, but slowing. Dave reached over and picked up the plug he had pulled out of me before. "Suck on this baby, don't want to waste any of my cum, now do you?" I took the plug and started licking it, moaning as I tasted his cum. He stroked my hair as I made sure not to miss a drop. When I was done, he took it back, pulled his spent member from my well used cunt, and slid it back in to hold his cum. He pulled me with him off the bed, and we walked into the bathroom together. He put me in front of the mirror so I could see the marks he'd left on me. He owned me and he wanted me to know it. There were his bite marks over my breast and on my shoulder. Both marks would show when I got dressed. I wouldn't be able to hide them from anyone I passed on the street or from my husband. He held me around the waist as he nuzzled at my neck. At that moment, I had never felt so wanted, so desired, so loved. It didn't make any sense to me. I should hate him. But I didn't. It was at that moment that I realized I was in love. You Belong To Me Now Slut! Ch. 04 She couldn't wait to get in the door, run to the bathroom, and remove this damned plug. She felt so dirty with God knows how many loads of cum that he had dumped into her today. He only had taken out the plug long enough to fuck her again before shoving it back in. It was so tight there hadn't been a drop of leakage into her panties. The moment she walked in the door her phone rang. It was Dave. She was shaking as she answered. "Hello there my little slut. I have instructions for you. Take off your panties and skirt and lay in the middle of your bed. Keep your phone with you." The line went dead. What was he planning? She held the phone in her hand as she mindlessly made her way to the bedroom. She hadn't seen her husband around. What was Dave thinking? Was he going to come to her house? He'd never been here before. She did as she had been told and took off the skirt and panties and laid down on the bed. She was holding the phone in her hand, waiting. She heard a door slam and footsteps. Was it Dave? The phone's ring pulled her out of her thoughts. "Hello Dave." She whispered into the phone. The footsteps must have been her husband. She didn't even know why she was whispering. Her husband knew all about Dave and was happy about it. "Hello my little whore. Your husband is going to help me out a little today. I can't stand the thought of any of my cum going to waste, so he's going to put it to good use. Do what he says. You'll leave the phone on next to your head. Close your eyes and think of me there with you. You have my permission to cum whenever you feel the need. Pretend its me!" She hadn't noticed her husband walking into the room until Dave stopped talking. She looked up and he was at the foot of the bed with a grin on his face. He started climbing onto the bed and spreading her legs. "Dave said for you to enjoy this. So I'm going to do my best. He's really been a good friend to both of us, and its the least we can do to show him our appreciation." She was sick to her stomach. Her husband hadn't touched her since this whole thing began with Dave and his hypnotic suggestions. Her body had been conditioned to respond only to Dave's touch, Dave's body. Her husband repulsed her. "Think about me my little cum slut. You belong to me. Your body belongs to me, and it will be me giving you pleasure, not your husband. Now close your eyes." She closed her eyes, could she ever refuse? She hadn't been able to run her own life since that fateful night months ago. She felt like her life wasn't her own anymore; it, and she, were owned by Dave. He was her Master, she had finally come to that realization. And, as much as she hated to admit it, she loved him too. He had made her feel things she had never felt before. She had more confidence and better self esteem than ever before. She was brought back to the present by her husband sliding between her legs and slowly removing the plug from her well used cunt. She could feel gobs of Dave's spunk flowing out of her gaping puss onto the bed. She could hear the slurping, but she blocked it out. Dave never made those kinds of sounds when he ate her out. "That's it baby, just relax. Your husband is going to eat all of my cum out of your pussy. He never told you, but he told me, he always dreamed of eating cream-pies, but never had the opportunity. Now he will have plenty. From now on, you will come to my house after work and we will fuck all night. You will be plugged and sent home to your husband who will then enjoy his cream-pie. And you will be allowed to cum when he does that, because you will picture me between your legs." With her eyes closed, she really could feel Dave with his tongue lapping at her clit. She was moaning loudly and heard his voice whispering in her ear. She could almost feel his breath tickling her ear. "That's it my little slut. I can tell how close you are. Your fluids are flowing now. It's mixing with my cum. Mmmm, it tastes so good. Cum for me baby, cum for me." She exploded off the bed, her hips pumping into her husband's face. He never stopped his licking and slurping as he cleaned out the huge amounts of cum that Dave had left inside his wife throughout the day. He had always wanted this, and now, thanks to Dave, he was going to get plenty of cream-pies. He wished they had met him earlier in their marriage. She couldn't count how many times she orgasmed, imagining Dave eating her out and not her wimpy husband. She slowly came down from the almost non-stop high. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breathing ragged. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see her husband with his face covered in Dave's semen. "Open your eyes slut. I want you to see what your husband is. He doesn't deserve you Lynn. He doesn't deserve to fuck you or father your children. All he's good for is cleaning your cunt after a real man fucks it. Look at him baby." She opened her eyes and saw her husband grinning ear to ear with another man's cum covering his face. How could he be happy with another man using his wife? How could he be so ready to eat another man's cum? Dave's voice continued in her ear. "When we find out you're pregnant, you will leave him and move in with me. You'll get a divorce, and he and his hand can have a beautiful future together. You deserve a real man my lilfuk. It's just a matter of time, so start making your plans. You know its what you want baby. You know that I'm what you need." She was silently nodding as she listened. Her husband got off the bed and went into the room he was using now as a bedroom. She could hear him moaning and she knew that meant he was masturbating. She was sickened by him. You would think she would feel some sort of guilt about this "affair" with Dave and it's strange turns. But she didn't. "Go take a shower baby. Think of me while you soap your tits. I want you to play with yourself, and you have my permission to cum again." "Thank you Dave, I will." She put down the phone, finished undressing, and walked into her bathroom. She brought the water to a comfortable temperature and stepped inside. She let out a big sigh, finally starting to relax. She had been on edge since the moment she had gotten that email from Dave saying she could come over. As she soaked her hair, she thought back through the day's events. She had never had sex so much in her life. She couldn't say she wasn't enjoying it. She really felt that her entire life was better since meeting up with Dave. She methodically washed her long auburn hair, the shampoo cascading down her back as she rinsed. She took the bar of soap in her hands and slowly slid it up and down her arms and over her chest. Once she was really soapy, she put the bar down and savored the slippery feel on her skin. Her fingers skated over her breasts, pushing them, lifting them, like Dave was here with her. She closed her eyes and could swear she felt his hands on her skin. If someone had asked, she would say it was his fingers pinching her nipples. She felt herself moaning like she was listening to another person in the next room. It had been so long since she had touched herself, given herself any pleasure. But even though she had his permission to cum, it still wasn't her, it was him. It was always him. She opened her eyes and watched her soapy fingers moving over her skin. She didn't remember ever loving her body before, but she did now. He loved her body. He told her all the time. Her husband's sole comment about her body had been "Good thing I'm not a leg man." She slowly dropped her hands to her pussy. She giggled when she thought it. She never would have used that term before. She would have come up with a fancy euphemism. She would never be crass enough to use the words pussy or cunt. Now she used them all the time. Dave loved when she talked dirty to him, and she loved it when he talked dirty to her. She parted her pussy lips and slid a finger on either side, re-learning the feel of herself. It had been so long. Her breathing became deeper, irregular. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears. She closed her eyes as she started to stroke her clit the way she used to. She felt Dave with her as she started to flick and pinch her sensitive hardened flesh. Her breathing was becoming more labored as she forced two fingers inside her puss and lifted up. She could feel the internal contractions and as they slowed, she pulled her fingers back out. She started fucking herself with one hand, her other tweaking her hardened nipples. Her legs started to tremble. She dropped to her knees and furiously fucked her cunt, forcing a third finger into her hole. She began pulling and twisting her nipple cruelly. With her eyes closed she would swear she could feel Dave's cock ramming her. "Oh fuckkkkk, ahhhhhhh, Davvvvveeeeeeee, ahhhhhhhh." She screamed as she spasmed and gasped for breath under the cascading water. She lay panting on the floor of the shower when she heard the phone ringing. Dave's ring tone, Jethro Tull's "Thick as a Brick." She smiled when she thought how true that was. She recovered enough to turn off the shower and answer the phone. "Hello Dave. Thank you for letting me cum." "You're welcome my little slut. I fucked you hard today, and I didn't think I helped you cum enough. You needed more. Do you feel better now?" "Yes, thank you so much. I'm so tired. I guess I better get a good night's sleep so I can start packing tomorrow." He laughed. "Good idea. Good night my little whore. I'll see you tomorrow night after work." She smiled as she hung up. She really had never been so fulfilled and satisfied in her life as she had with Dave. She and her husband had never really been happy. She didn't have the guts to walk away before. She did now. She toweled herself off, closing her eyes, imagining Dave there, holding the towel around her. She could hardly close her eyes anymore and NOT think of Dave. She walked into the kitchen to get a glass of milk. Before Dave's "suggestions" she would never have walked nude through her own house. How silly was that? She walked past her husband without a word. He didn't look up from his porn magazine. The next three weeks played out the same way. She would go to Dave's house after work, and come home plugged with gobs of his cum. Her husband would remove the plug and eat his cream-pie while Lynn listened to Dave's voice and orgasmed over and over, imagining her lover between her legs instead of her husband. On their weekends, she spent twelve hours at Dave's house and came home to be eaten, shower, sleep, then pack a little more before returning to Dave the next day. Of course she and Dave didn't spend ALL of their time fucking. Not anymore. Dave had suggested Lynn start decorating the house the way she would like. The bedroom, however, was off limits. He liked his mirrors and big screen TV, and cameras. Dave had decided today was going to be special. He had it all planned perfectly. He looked at his little cum whore and smiled to himself. Things couldn't have worked out better if he had planned it this way. Lynn was laying spread eagled, waiting for Dave to come to bed. She had given up fighting. She had become, at first, complacent, now excited when it was time to show up at Dave's door. She looked forward to every second she spent with him. She didn't even care that he had tricked her, drugged and hypnotized her, and led her into a life of almost non-stop raw sex. In fact, she craved it. She watched him moving around the room, her eyes on every muscle as they flexed while he moved his cameras to capture whatever was on his mind today. She had grown to love watching their fuck sessions on the big screen TV. As hot as he made her, she got even hornier after watching him take her over and over. And as hard as this was to admit, her favorite of all the videos, was their first night together, when he had raped her. He came back to the bed and held her wrists above her head as he slowly kissed her mouth. Their tongues lazily moved together, like a dance. He was sliding his legs between her knees, and she could feel him forcing her legs apart. She was eager to help him, and he smiled as he felt her pulling her thighs apart for him. He kissed down her throat, knowing that she was his. She belonged to him in every sense of the word. He bit down hard on her shoulder as he thrust his raging hard-on into his slut. She moaned as he began rutting into her like he was a bull and she was his mate. He couldn't believe how he felt right now. It had all come down to today. He knew their lives would change today. He looked down at her white skin, so perfect except for the bite marks now leaking a little bright red blood. He continued pumping into her tight hole while he leaned down and gently flicked his tongue over the wound, tasting her. He felt her legs wrap around his ass to pull him in tighter. He looked down at his little slut, such a wanton whore. She felt him grip her wrists tighter as he pistoned in and out of her cunt. She loved it when he was rough. She moaned loudly and shivered with lust as she felt him lapping gently at the marks his teeth had made. She could feel herself getting close, but he had her conditioned to cum only on his command. She knew not to beg. He would only make her suffer. He could always read when she was ready and would tell her to cum when she thought she couldn't hold back for another second. "No matter what happens today my lilfuk, you belong to me. Trust me slut, trust me." She was panting as she heard his voice, feeling his warm breath in her ear. That was when she felt the cold metal of the handcuffs close around her wrists. She tested them and knew they were held fast to the bed frame. This allowed his hands free range of her body. He began his assault on her tits with his mouth, grabbing a nipple with his teeth as his fingers groped the mounds of flesh. She moaned loudly, lifting her chest to him. Giving herself totally to his urges. He could see the red indentations where his fingers had been and smiled. He loved to see his marks on her body. He was an animal that felt the instinct to mark his territory. She was his and anyone that looked at her would know she was owned. His hips continued to pound her, over and over. She could feel his cock growing inside her tight walls, stretching her cunt farther than she could imagine. She was so close to cumming. Her hips bucked against his. She could feel his cock swelling inside her. Her pussy was pulsing against his thick rod as he gave a powerful thrust and bit into her tit flesh. "Cum baby, cum for me my little slut." Every muscle in her body began to jerk and spasm as Dave pumped into her body. She pulled against the cuffs, the pain of the metal biting into her skin sending her deeper into her orgasm. She heard her moans and animal grunts like they were someone else's. The pleasure was almost unbearable as he began to unload his semen deep inside her. Their moans filled the room, and she could smell their combined cum. She felt his body heavy on her chest as they both gasped to regain their breath. She loved the feeling of his weight. She didn't want him to move. She could lay there with his cock inside her forever. He started to move too soon for her. She felt him sliding his cock out of her gaping hole and waited for the dreaded plug. Dave climbed up her body and slid his wet cock into her mouth. She greedily accepted it, slathering her tongue around his spent but still large meat. She thought it was strange he hadn't put the plug in. Just at that moment she was startled by the tongue lapping at her leaking cunt hole. She looked up at Dave in surprise and he leered down at her. Dave moved slightly so she could see her husband between her legs, eating the cum that Dave had just deposited. At first she felt like crawling away. She quickly realized that not only was she cuffed to the bed, but this was Dave's idea. If it was something he wanted, did she have a choice? Or more to the point, if it was something he wanted, then she wanted it too. He whispered in her ear. "This is the last time that wimp is going to see your naked body or eat my cum. This is his swan song. Enjoy it while you can my little whore. Cum for me now!" "Ahhhhhhh, Davvvvvve, ooooooooo fuckkkkkkkkkkk." Her hips lifted off the bed as much as possible with Dave sitting on her chest. His wet cock was laying against her cheek and she sucked it into her mouth, tonguing him wildly while her hips pumped against her husband's mouth. She had never been with two men before. She felt her sex drive was in overdrive as she fucked her husband's tongue and sucked her lover's cock. Her orgasm continued non-stop until she had no more of Dave's cum for her husband to eat. He backed off the bed, his pitiful erection a joke in comparison to Dave's flaccid penis. Lynn couldn't help but look from one to the other and flick her tongue at the one that made her feel so fucking good. "Take one last look at her body. It's off limits to you from now on. She belongs to me, and you can find your own cream-pies. Now masturbate your little prick, eat your cum and go home." Her husband picked up the porn magazine he'd brought with him, sait in a nearby chair, and stroked himself to a quick climax. He shot his tiny load into his hand, licked it clean, stood up, smiled at his wife, and walked away. She couldn't have cared less about him at that point. All she cared about was Dave and the life they would have together. But she was confused about his change in plans. They were laying in bed, lazily stroking each other, enjoying the feel of the other's body. Dave reached over to squeeze Lynn's breast. "Ow, that hurt. Please, not so hard Dave, please." He frowned, but just for a second. Then he began to grin. "Baby, when was your period due?" "What? Oh, I don't know, any day I guess." He laughed softly to himself. "You don't keep very good check on that do you my lilfuk? You were due five days ago. And according to hubby, you don't vary more than a day or two in your cycle. Your tits are more sensitive right now than they usually are during your period. They also bruised more than usual. So why don't we find out for sure, huh?" She stared dumbfounded as he pulled an EPT out of the nightstand. "I've been waiting months for this baby, months. I can't wait." He handed the test kit to her and pointed towards the bathroom. "Do you want me to supervise?" "No, I can do it myself." She stumbled to the bathroom and peed on the stick. When she looked up, he was there, watching her, smiling. "It's time my lilfuk, look at it. What does it say?" She stared for what seemed like hours. She had tears rolling down her face as she looked up at him. "I'm pregnant Dave." He bent down and grabbed her by the arms. "YES, YES, I knew it! You were showing all the signs. You are all mine now my little slut. You'll be with me, forever." Lynn was stunned. She couldn't believe it. She and her husband had tried for years and been unable to conceive. Three months with Dave and she was pregnant. He picked her up in his strong arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently and laid beside her, caressing her skin, his fingertrips traveling across her belly where his baby was now growing. "I love you my little slut." Lynn started crying now, uncontrollably. Dave held her tight. "What's wrong? Aren't you happy?" "Yes. No. I don't know. You hypnotized me Dave. As much as I love you, and I want to have this baby with you, you hypnotized me and my husband. How can we live like this when it all started with a lie?" She was sobbing into Dave's shoulder as he held her tight. He stroked her hair down her back. He loved the feel of her skin, her body, he loved everything about her. You Belong To Me Now Slut! Ch. 04 "Lynn, listen to me. I'm sorry. The only suggestion I gave to you was to be yourself. Everything else I told you was a lie. There was no suggestion that went beyond that. I never told you to keep coming to me, or not to masturbate, or not to be turned on by your husband. You did that to yourself." She looked up at him in shock. "What? But what about all that stuff with not being able to turn you in or get an abortion? What about my clothes? And make-up?" He looked into her deep brown eyes, filled with tears. "Baby, that's all you. That's the real you. Not the Lynn who wore t-shirts and jeans. This is the Lynn you wanted to be, but didn't know you could. You just needed to feel like it wasn't under your control. But it was the whole time. Every time you stopped thinking and just started feeling you changed for the better." "But, but what about my husband? He doesn't touch me and masturbates all the time. What about that?" "Your husband and I met up by accident, totally by accident. I had mentioned I worked at the Police Department. He brought you up. He said he felt bad that he didn't want to have sex with his wife, or any woman for that matter. We got drunk and he told me everything, his fetish about cream-pies, about being cuckolded even. And he told me that he had never masturbated. He asked what it was like. I told him. Once he got started, what can I say? He loved it." She looked at him, not sure what to believe anymore. Here she was, pregnant, about to leave her husband and move in with another man. She loved him, but she should hate him. She didn't know what to feel. He gently wiped the tears from her face. "Lynn, I've loved you since long before we met. I watched you in briefing every day for years. But you were married. And at first, I vowed to leave you alone. But then I heard how unhappy your marriage was. I couldn't stand to see you upset. Your husband never came to any Department functions. You always seemed so alone. You needed me. I needed you." She couldn't look at him. He lifted her chin to look into his face. "My lilfuk, you needed to be able to let yourself relax and just be you. I figured the only way to do that was to hypnotize you. The suggestion was really for you to do what was in your heart. I can show you the tape. Its all there, the exact wording. I can put it on if you want." He slowly licked and kissed the tears from her face. He gently held her face between his hands and kissed her over and over. "This is the real you my little slut. You love sex, you love to be fucked and spanked, used by your man. You're ready to leave your old world behind and make a new world with me and our baby." She looked at him, searching his eyes for what was really there. All she could see was love and concern for her. She sniffed and snuggled under his arm. This was where she belonged. This was where she was meant to be. By tomorrow, the divorce papers would be filed, and she would be with the man she loved.