5 comments/ 65780 views/ 13 favorites Yardwork Ch. 01 By: Robbinglover This is my first attempt at writing here. Please let me know what you think. I am working on part 2 I would like to thank sugarlips24 so very much, for helping me with the editing process. I`m not sure I would get this posted without their help. This is a work of fiction! If you have heard of situations occurring similar to this it is a mere coincidence. * When Cynthia called to have some landscaping done she had no idea what the weekend would hold for her. Her husband had been complaining that the yard was starting to look like hell due to the work left unfinished. She had big plans with stones and a fountain possibly fresh sod and cedar chips. The plans had been drawn up for months but there was little follow through. She had spoken to a few companies but couldn't get the pricing she wanted. Her daughter's ex-boyfriend had just started working for his uncle who ran a small company so she figured she would give them a call. Her husband was going to be gone for a couple of days with her son for a father son camping trip. She was hoping she could get a couple of guys in and have the job done before he got back. She arranged for them to come by and discuss the job. After the meeting she was satisfied with what they said and decided that they would be perfect for the job. They would be by around noon Friday after picking up supplies. The next morning she was feeling pretty good. She got up and did her work out and took a quick shower. As she was getting dry the workers arrived. She answered the door in her robe with her hair in a towel. She showed them the area and went back in the house to get changed. She changed into a sundress and sneakers. She went out back to tell the workers she would be going on a quick market run. They told her not to worry they would keep the job going while she was gone. She called her daughters ex, Terry, over. "There is water and juice in the fridge and you're welcome to help yourselves to whatever is there. I should be back in time to make lunch." "Don't worry about anything Mrs. B. we will get this done without a problem" he said. "I know you will Terry and please call me Cynthia or Cyn, you're not dating Erin anymore." "OK if you want" he said shyly. She couldn't help but notice how his t-shirt was sticking to his well-developed chest due to the heat and the yard work he had been doing. Her mind drifted for a second and she snapped out of it. "OK then I will be back" she smiled. He went back to work but turned around to watch her walk away. He noticed how her sundress floated around her as she walked. He had always found her attractive, but being married and the mother of his girlfriend, he never let himself fantasize about her. She came back about an hour later and brought her groceries in the house. While she was putting them away she looked out the window to see the progress. She could see the job was coming along fine. She watched as Terry and his uncle Frank worked and how their muscles flexed. It's good to have a fantasy life, she thought as she smiled to herself. Terry was a typical jock, more muscles than brains, and he was very well built. She had allowed herself to think about him on occasion while her daughter was dating him. His uncle was older probably about 45 or so. Obviously he had been working with his hands for most of his life. He was rough looking, but his muscles were even bigger than Terry's. She prepared some sandwiches for them and brought them a tray with drinks and food. "I figured you gentlemen could use a break." she smiled as she walked up to them. "We can take a break in a few minutes," Frank replied "thanks for the food Mrs." "You're welcome," she said, "I am going to be reading by the pool if you need anything." She walked away and Frank noticed how when the light was on her he could almost see through her sundress. He could just make out the shape of her body under the thin fabric. He watched her as she went and sat by the pool with her book. She wasn't really reading, she just wanted to watch these guys for a while and maybe head inside to satisfy herself. She wished her husband Gary was coming home so she could turn her frustrations on him but she would have to fly solo tonight. Terry and Frank took a break to eat the sandwiches and have some juice. Terry was completely oblivious to Cynthia watching him and his partner. He probably would have thought it was his imagination had he noticed anyway. Frank on the other hand was watching her enough to see she was paying attention. He peeled off his wet T shirt to expose his sweaty chest. Cynthia was looking almost unconsciously unable to look away. Frank smiled to himself and told Terry to take his shirt off as well. As he did Frank paid close attention to Cynthia sitting by the pool, her eyes glued to this young Adonis right in front of her. As they went back to work she tried to calm herself down. She told herself that it was alright to fantasize but to remember they were only there to do a job. She was getting back to her book when she was startled by Terry standing over her. "Would it be possible to get more lemonade"? He asked towering over her. She looked up at him and smiled. "Of course let me get it for you." "I can get it" he said. "No that's alright I don't mind at all". She replied. "I was going in to use the washroom anyway", he said. "OK then I will have it ready for you before you're done." They walked up to the house together. Frank watched and smiled to himself, pulled out his cell to make a couple of calls. Cynthia was getting the tray ready with glasses and some snacks when she was startled by Frank coming up behind her. "Hi Mrs. How are you?" She spun around "What? Oh Frank you scared me I wasn't expecting" I'm sure you weren't expecting anything" He interrupted. She looked puzzled not sure what he meant when he moved closer to her and put his hands on her shoulders. "I've been watching you watching us work. You like what you see?" She tried to back away from him. "I don't know what you're talking about", she insisted. As she backed away she backed right into Terry coming from the other room. "What's going on" he asked. "Well" started Frank "this little lady has been watching us while we worked. Probably getting all turned on like the slut she is." Cynthia was shaking her head no and protesting trying to get away from Franks grasp. "Please Terry, I don't know what he's talking about, he came in here and grabbed me." "Come on Ter, you saw her watching us. Do you think she wore these slutty clothes for any other reason? She is either running around looking to get fucked or she's a tease and deserves to get fucked. Well which is it?" He asked turning his attention to Cynthia. "Please I wasn't doing..." Her words were cut off by a quick slap to the face. "Shut up I don't want to hear your lies bitch. Here hold these" He grabbed her hand and pulled them behind her back handing them to Terry who was now pushed right up against her. He could see down her dress. Watching her breasts rise and fall as he mindlessly grabbed her wrists. Cynthia cried, "Please stop this, I don't want..." Again she was cut off this time by Frank grabbing her chin, "I said shut up, now this is going to happen one way or another. You can try to enjoy it or you can fight and not enjoy it as much." She could feel her body reacting to this treatment, her legs were quivering and she could feel her pussy start to get wet. He roughly grabbed her right breast. "You have nice tits. Not to big but firm and full." he squeezed and pinched her nipple until he got some sort of reaction. "Now we won't need this will we?" He grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it open exposing her breasts and her panties. "Please you need to stop this, my husband will be home soon" she pleaded. "Will he, didn't you say he was gone until Monday? I'm pretty sure you're lying to me. I don't like little bitches that lie to me." He cruelly grabbed her left nipple and twisted it. She started to scream in pain and panic realizing this was not a situation she could talk herself out of. "Please Terry don't do this, help me." She pleaded hoping this boy she had watched grow into a man would save her from this sex crazed man before her. Frank slapped her in the face. "Do you think he is going to pass up this opportunity? You don't think he wants to fuck your brains out?" He said pushing her up against Terry. She could feel Terry's cock straining in his pants pressing up against her back. She knew he wasn't going to save her. "I will make you a deal if you're not wet then I am wrong and I will let you get out of this. If you are then you are the slut I think you are and you are in for quite a time." "Frank, are you sure you want to do this?" Terry asked. "I don't know Terry what do you think, slut?" He asked looking at her running his fingers down her pussy lips. She let out a low moan despite herself. "I think she is saying yes my boy. Now my young friend would like you to give him some head." Cyn was shaking her head and starting to cry. "Please, I don't..." "That is where you're wrong, you do, and you will." He said grabbing her by the hair and shaking her. "You better start cooperating or this is going to be very unpleasant for you. Now get down on your knees and start sucking his cock, and you better be nice." He pulled her down to her knees by her hair. She reached up and started fumbling with Terry's' pants. Her mind was racing trying to figure out a way to get out of this mess. She unfastened his belt and popped the button on his jeans. As she unzipped his fly she could see just how big he was. It must have been 8 or 9 inches and maybe 2 around. Her husband was bigger but still impressive for his age. She let his pants drop and pulled down his boxers. The large cock stuck out like a flag pole. "OK, look," She started "I will do this for both of you but then you have to get back to work and forget it ever happened deal?" She hoped they would agree to the conditions she laid out. "No, you look." Frank said grabbing the back of her hair. "You are going to do whatever we say or your husband will find out about everything you did here to coax us into fucking you. Now you are going to start sucking his cock and enjoy it, or he is going to shove that monster in your ass without lube. You are not in a position to make deals here. So shut the fuck up and start sucking like the little slut we all know you are." His words hurt her and she started to cry. "OK, fine, but please don't hurt me or tell everyone." she replied. She reached for Terry's cock and started stroking it. She let her tongue glide over the tip and took as much in her mouth as she could. She worked more in her mouth little by little. Terry grabbed a hold of the back of her head as she bobbed up and down on his shaft. Gagging and gasping for air. "That's better", Frank said, "we are going to use you for a little while and then get back to the job we came here for. Our time line would have had to be adjusted, so I called in some extra help. Cynthia tried to turn her head and ask what he meant but Terry wouldn't let her off his meat. "Don't worry I have a couple of people coming to help with the yard work and the job will be done before your husband gets home." Frank continued. "That is what you wanted right?" The word "right" rang in her ears. She knew the yard needed to get done before her husband got home but she didn't want anyone else seeing her like this. "I know you can't answer so just shake your head yes or no." He knew she had no choice and so did she and she nodded yes and mumbled uh huh. "That feels fantastic, Cyn, you are a great cock sucker." Terry said feeling his orgasm building. "I told you she would be. Like mother like daughter." Frank continued. Cynthia hadn't thought about her daughter doing the same thing to this massive cock and the idea scared her. What did Frank know about her daughter? She assumed men talk as women do so Terry must have told him about her. "I walked in on your daughter giving the boy head a couple of times. She sure could suck dick, I think she liked it too, maybe not as much as you do though. I tried to get her once when she was loaded, but she woke up before I could put it in her mouth." Frank said chuckling. "The most I could do was play with her sweet tits and jerk off on her face. I don't think to this day she even knows it was me." Cynthia was getting madder hearing this man talk about her daughter like this. She couldn't believe Terry wasn't stopping him from saying these terrible things. Terry was just enjoying the blow job he was getting. He wasn't listening, or even caring what Frank was saying. Thought of little Erin sucking this huge cock was a little frightening, let alone anything else they did. Her mind was snapped back to reality when Frank gave her ass a stinging blow from his belt. "You should be concentrating on your task at hand. I am not getting the impression you like this as much as you should." She immediately got her mind back into sucking Terry's cock and trying to make him come as soon as possible. "Don't come in her mouth, this bitch deserves a facial. Tell her when you're close." Frank said walking out of the room. "Listen Cynthia," Terry started to explain while keeping her impaled on his pole. "I'm sorry about this but I have always wanted to fuck you and Frank told me if I followed his lead I would be able to. I know this will be easier on you if you cooperate. Frank is a bit of a sadist and he will hurt you if you give him trouble. I wouldn't like to see that happen. I'm sure as soon as we are done he will move on to the next person." This didn't make her feel any better but he did seem sincere. Frank came back in the room with 2 other men and a girl. "OK slut, take your face off that cock and listen up. This is my son Barry and his friend Eric from New York and this is my daughter Beth, a proper little slut in her own right. Beth, boys, this is our plaything of the day Cynthia Barrett, but you can call her slut, bitch, whore or anything else you'd like. Now you little slut finish your blow job and give these 2 boys a hand job while you're at it." Frank left the room. The 2 boys pulled down their pants and stood on either side of Cynthia as she took their cocks and started stroking them. Beth pulled out a camera and started recording the action. Not having much of a choice Cynthia started giving the boys a hand job while Terry's cock slid back in her mouth. Terry kept a hold of her hair which allowed her to keep balanced. "Come on you filthy little slut make those cocks cum. You know you want to be covered by the cum of these 3 guys. That is just the kind of thing a little whore like you wants." Beth was calling out to her while catching everything on video. Pretty soon Eric started to come. Terry pulled out of her mouth and stroked himself off on her face. She was having the hot sticky goo sprayed on her from 2 sides still stroking Barry trying to make him come. Finally he did and covered the other side of her face. They dropped her on her back laying on the floor looking up at them. Beth zoomed in on her cum covered face. "Now tell me how much you love to be covered with cum you dirty little bitch." Cynthia couldn't believe how turned on all this was making her. She couldn't bring herself to say what the girl wanted. She knew she wasn't a slut, but she was covered in the jizz of 3 different guys 2 of who she just met. "You will learn how to listen I can promise you that" Beth said kneeling down over her and twisting her nipple making her wince in pain. "You like that do you? Well then Daddy has a surprise for you now." Beth said laughing. Frank came back in the room and took a look at Cynthia lying on the floor. "Well look at this little bitch covered in cum. I like what I see, you are a natural." He said smiling. "You still have a long way to go today slut but I will give that a minute to dry before we proceed. I am going to show these boys what needs to be done outside. Boys get dressed and we will come see this little bitch later. As they walked out she was left with Beth. "Please help me" she pleaded, "I don't want to be treated this way." Beth was kneeling beside her still filming her. "Daddy says all women need to be treated this way so they understand their place." She reached down and felt her pussy to see how wet she was. "It feels to me like you want this. I would say you're enjoying it. I don't care about you or what you think you want. If you're here to play with, I don't have to do anything except watch and film. Daddy has a big thick cock and you are going to love it. It may hurt at first but you get used to the size after a while." Cynthia couldn't believe this was happening. This girl not much older than her daughter was telling her about her father's cock and how much she liked it. Beth reached down and rubbed Cynthia's clit lightly making her moan and writhe on the floor. She could feel the skin on her face getting pulled tighter as the cum dried on her face. She could only imagine how she looked laying on the floor with her tits exposed and a large build-up of cum drying on her face. She felt ashamed and humiliated and incredibly turned on. This embarrassed her more than anything. This girl rubbing her clit and she was getting wetter and wetter by the second. Frank came back in and saw the situation. "What the fuck are you doing? Did I say you could play with her pussy?" Frank grabbed Beth by the arm. "No Daddy I'm sorry I just thought..." Beth seemed scared. "Thinking is not what you do best sweetie. When I want you to do something I will tell you, now sit her up and go find something slutty for her to wear. You better be ready for me when you get back here." He let go of her and she replied "Yes sir". She sat Cynthia up, and ran upstairs to look through Cynthia's closets. "She is pretty, but kind of stupid. She doesn't listen well but she can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. Her mother was pretty good but my little girl is way better." He seemed to be boasting while searching through a gym bag. "OK now this is a little collar I want you to wear." He snapped it around her neck. "It is for training dogs, since I've decided you are my bitch for the day you may need some coaxing into doing what I say." He said smiling. "If you do what I ask without hesitation then you will be a good little bitch and if you don't then." He pressed a button on a remote sending a shock through the collar in the back of Cynthia's neck. She collapsed on the floor shaking. "You will call me sir at all times. If I say it you do it. The rest of them will not be giving you orders. If they tell you to do something you will repeat the request back to me starting with a please sir may I? Do you think you understand all that?" "Yes sir." She quickly replied. "Good you will be just fine if you keep that attitude up. You must be thirsty would you like some water?" "Yes please." She answered quickly, too quickly as she felt the zap from the collar. "Sir sir, sir yes please Sir I would like a drink of water." She cried. "That's better; you will get the hang of it." He filled a bowl with water and placed it at his feet. She looked up at him puzzled. "Well don't sit there looking stupid crawl over here and drink your water. Unless you don't want it" He bent down to take it away. "Please sir I do want it, thank you for letting me have it." Tears started rolling down her face as she crawled over to him and started licking the water from the bowl. Beth returned wearing a stockings and garter set and a peek-a-boo bra and boots. "Daddy she doesn't own anything really slutty. It's all kinda conservative and boring." Yardwork Ch. 01 "Well I guess we will have to do something about that won't we. Go get me the most revealing thing she has up there. Bring down a push up bra to so we can showcase these beautiful tits. OK we have to get some things for you to entertain in slut. When Beth comes back change into whatever she brings and wait here for me on your knees because bitches don't stand without permission. You got that?" Cynthia answered quietly with a yes sir. "Good girl" He said patting her on the head like a dog. She couldn't believe how quickly things had gotten out of control. She was now expected to be a good dog until this bastard decided she earned the right to walk upright. She toyed with the Idea of taking off the collar and telling this asshole to get the fuck out of her house. What would her husband say when he found out about this. She had already sucked one guy off and jerked 2 others, and she was wearing the evidence. Plus Beth had all the action on film somewhere. If she decided to stop everything now where would that leave her? She hated to lose control of her actions but it was turning her on to be treated with such disrespect. Could she really like this treatment? Was she really the slut Frank keeps telling her she is? Beth returned carrying a tank top a pair of cotton short shorts and a bra. The bra was black and lacy. She knew she would be on display wearing these. Beth handed them to her. "Put these on you little bitch. I am going to get a turn with you eventually and then you'll know how much of a slut you can be." Cynthia looked at the girl who had an evil grin on her face and knew she wasn't kidding. She grabbed the clothes from her and let the torn dress she was wearing fall to the ground. She slipped the bra on and a put the tank top on over it. She stepped into the shorts and dropped back to her knees. Frank came in and looked at her. "Not too bad, nicely done Beth." "Thank you daddy" she replied. "I'm not sure about the bra though she may look better without it." "Let me get a second opinion." He said going to call the boys in. Cynthia was panicked about this idea. She knew without a bra her tits would just swing and sway with every move she made. Frank came in with the boys. "Well boys what do you think of the little fuck toy do you think it would be better without the bra?" "I'm not sure." said Barry "Let's see" He walked up to her and grabbed her fleshy tits and gave them a squeeze. "I think we need to see the top without the bra to be sure" Eric chimed in. "Of course you do"", Frank said, "What was I thinking? You heard him slut let's see you without the bra." Cynthia was stunned was she really expected to strip for these boys? Her question was answered by a zap from her training collar. She got back up on her knees and pulled her top down and unfastened her bra, replacing the tank. "Yes sir, sorry for the delay sir, please forgive me". She heard herself saying almost reflexively? "Definitely without" Terry said staring lustfully at her big tits as they were encased in the thin cotton fabric. "I agree" said Frank. "You're wearing panties, I think you should take them off as well, I can see the outline of them." She pulled her shorts and panties off together and replaced the shorts leaving the panties in a ball on the floor. The panty line was gone but now you could see the outline of her vulva. "That is better" Frank said "OK boys get back to work." As the three of them left she could hear them laughing and talking about what a slut she was and how they were all gonna enjoy riding her hard. Something about her being a doorknob and everyone will get a turn at turned her on. "Now then" Frank said, "we have to get you some things to parade around in." Grab your purse and let's go. Beth you stay here and hold down the fort." "OK daddy" she obediently answered. He attached a small lead to Cynthia's collar and walked her towards the door. When they got in the car, he turned to her. "I know this is a small town and you have a reputation to protect so I am going to be nice to you. We are going to drive out of town to do some shopping. You are going to try on anything I say and pay for everything. Is that clear?" "Yes sir. Thank you sir, for not making me shop where I might be recognized," she said shaking a little from the embarrassment of being out dressed like she is, and from having to wear a leash. As he drove along, Frank would reach over and tweak her nipples every now and then. They passed a group of motorcycles and Frank told her to show them her tits. She hesitated and he grabbed her shirt and pulled it down exposing her breasts through the head hole. "Now you can just leave them like that till we get there." The cyclists hooted and hollered as they passed yelling obscenities at her. She wanted to disappear from shame. "Well it's too bad we don't have time. You could entertain those fellas. I bet they would show you a real good time." Cynthia heard Frank saying as she tried to block out the sights and sounds around her. "I bet I could get a fair price for you from them." Frank continued. This snapped Cynthia out of her haze as she realized he might actually try something like that, selling her dressed as she is so many miles from home. She started to plead and cry. "Please sir don't, I will be good. Don't sell me to strangers. I have a family and a home." "Shut up you stupid bitch I'm not going to sell you to anyone." Frank reassured her. "I have a few things planned for you and we only have a weekend to try them out." Cynthia felt better knowing she would get back home safe, but didn't register the fact that for the first time Frank had talked about the whole weekend, not just the night. Frank pulled into a strip mall in an area unfamiliar to Cynthia. Yardwork Ch. 02 It had been a week since the incident with Emily, and I hadn't heard anything since. I figured that was a good thing -- if she had told anyone I wouldn't be checking into work, I'd be waking up in jail. Still, I was wondering what the future would hold for her, and what would happen the next time that we met. I found myself thinking about her constantly, obsessing over what had happened in her bedroom. After the fact it seemed so foreign, almost like a remembered dream. I couldn't believe that I had actually gone that far, nor could I believe that she had reacted in the way that she did. I knew that it had happened, but I couldn't seem to convince myself that it wasn't just a dream. Strangely, I found myself growing way more fond of Emily than what I felt was appropriate. Before the incident she was just another spoiled rich bitch, looking down on the serfs that she neither wanted to nor needed to understand. Back then I had no respect for her, as I felt she deserved no respect. Now, though, things were different. She proved to me that she could hold her own, and I couldn't help but respect that. I didn't want to acknowledge it but the truth was that I really liked her. It didn't hurt that she was a phenomenal piece of ass, of course. The sex that I had with her was easily the most mind-blowing of my entire life; a part of me was afraid that I'd never reach that level of intensity again. Of course, I wasn't about to let her know that. Emily had enough ego as it was, letting her know that fucking her was no chore wasn't going to help. As I drove to her father's house I realized that I had no idea what I was going to do. I could punish her if I wanted to -- she hadn't convinced her father to hire on more landscapers, of course. I could let it slide, and just find other reasons to justify the horrible things that I wanted to do. Hell, I could even pretend that the whole thing had never happened and just mow the lawn -- a boring solution, but a safe one and one that would surely screw with her head. Pulling into her driveway, I parked my truck in front of her house. Looking around, I couldn't see any signs of Emily. It wasn't surprising, but it was a little disappointing. I had hoped that she'd be there to greet me and simplify my decision, but I guess that wasn't too realistic. Still unsure of how I wanted to play my hand, I got to work. One way or the other, I'd have to do my job before I went home -- it didn't really matter if it was before or after I reminded Emily of her place. Tossing on my ear protection, I began mowing the lawn. As I got to work, my thoughts inevitably gravitated back to the question of Emily. A part of me screamed that I would be pushing my luck, that it was laughably improbable to have gotten away with as much as I did, and that I shouldn't be greedy. It wanted me to back off now -- I got some drugs, some ass, and some revenge, that should have been enough. A more vocal aspect of my psyche didn't want to hear that shit. As corrupt and fucked up as what I had with Emily was, I didn't want to lose it. I knew how likely it was that I'd never find another woman like her again for the rest of my life, and I couldn't just throw it away. Trying to stop obsessing, I attempted to force myself to focus on the lawn, but found it to be an inadequate distraction. Continuing to push the lawnmower, I gave up on trying to suppress the thoughts. I was obsessed, there was no denying it. I could even detect the faint aroma of her hair over the scent of grass, but I assumed that was all in my head. Between the noise of the lawnmower and the hearing protection, I never heard her approach. I certainly felt something, though -- one moment I was mowing her lawn, the next I was lying face down in the dirt; my body screaming in pain. Twisting my head to the side I saw Emily, a stun gun in one hand and a length of rope in the other, her eyes beaming pure hatred. "You should probably stay down, Master," she sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Trust me -- I wouldn't mind shocking you again, but I don't think you'll enjoy it." Her warning was completely unnecessary -- even if I had wanted to get up I would have been unable to do so. I could barely move my arms and legs, supporting my weight would have been out of the question. Helpless, I laid there as she knelt down on my back and lashed my wrists together. After tying my wrists together, Emily crawled off of me. Jerking up on the rope, she forced me to my feet. Still weak and unbalanced from the shock, I stumbled forward and landed painfully on the ground. Emily didn't seem to have much sympathy for my state; instead of helping me back up she kicked me sharply in the ribs. "You're on the clock, cockbag," she reminded me. "My dad isn't paying your lazy ass to nap on his lawn. Get your ass up and start walking towards the house, or I swear to god I'll shock you again." I considered pointing out that the reason I was having difficulty standing was the initial shock, but it didn't seem like the greatest idea. I doubted that she'd be open to rational negotiation; my best bet was probably to cooperate. Besides, my strength was gradually returning -- I didn't want to provoke her into changing that. Painfully, I crawled up to my feet as Emily impatiently tapped her foot. I was still pretty wobbly, but I managed to not fall back down. Awkwardly, I began to make my way towards the house as she had instructed. Emily waited until I was close to the door and shoved me down, causing me to bang my knee on the brick patio. Grabbing my hair Emily pulled me to the wall, leaning my back up against it. I was still a little groggy, but the exhaustion from the shock was slowly wearing off. Not wanting to show my hand, I feigned inability to resist as she crudely stripped me out of my pants and underwear and tossed them aside. "I'll be right back, faggot," she laughed. "If you're not sitting exactly where I left you when I return, I swear to god I'll cut your tiny little prick right off." Emily kicked me in the ribs again before heading into the house. Experimenting with my wrists, I found that she was much better at painting than she was at tying knots. I was able to reach the actual knot with my fingers, and though it was tight I suspected that I'd be able to get it undone. It would take time, but I wasn't about to let her get her revenge on me. Emily returned with a camera, a dildo, and a container of hand lotion. Leaning down, she gently placed the dildo and lotion in front of me, making sure that I could see them. As she took a few steps back, she aimed the camera at me. "I think there may have been some misunderstanding the last time that you were here, bitch," she explained as she began snapping pictures. "You may have gotten it into your tiny little landscaper brain that you're somehow better than me. Now, I'm a bit of an egalitarian -- I'd prefer it if we could all be equals. Since equality seems to be too difficult a concept for you to wrap your feeble mind around, though, I think we need to clarify things. I'm above you, not the other way around. Got it, bitch?" I probably should have been angry, but I was secretly thrilled. I had been a little nervous that I would run out of rage and go too easy on her, but her speech was providing me with the motivation I would need to really enjoy myself. Clearly she had forgotten the lessons of last week, and that was okay -- I was eager to remind her. Moving slowly so as not to arouse suspicion, I gradually began to work on the knot. "I do," I lied. "Jesus, giving in so easily?" she laughed. "I knew you were a moron, but I had no idea you were such a pussy, too. You had me at your mercy for what, like an hour last week? During that entire time you failed to break me, and yet here you are admitting that you're my bitch in under a minute. I can't believe I let such an unworthy pile of shit get as far as you did." "Let?" I chuckled as I continued to loosen the knot. "Careful there, Emily. If you let me do what I did, that kind of makes you a slut. Though, I suppose the alternative is to admit that you were dominated by a 'unworthy pile of shit', so I guess you're screwed either way." Emily's clearly didn't appreciate my logic, her eyes lit up in rage. I worried that I might have pushed her a little too far. The knot was loose, but I wasn't free just yet; another shock from her could ruin my plans. "Watch yourself there, bitch," she hissed. "And yes -- I let you. You couldn't dominate shit, you little pussy bitch. I'm not a slut, I'm a fucking charity worker. You'll never have pussy this good for the rest of your pathetic, meaningless life. I hope you enjoy those pictures, as they're going to have to last you a lifetime." While Emily spoke I finally finished untying the knot. Holding the rope in my hands I kept my hands behind my back, not wanting to give her any hint that she no longer had the advantage. Feeling that my strength had nearly returned, I decided to have some fun with her. "Ah yes, the pictures," I chuckled. "Is that what your camera is for, little girl? Awesome plan, by the way -- I have pictures of you getting fucked, you have pictures of some random landscaper sitting on the ground with his dick hanging out and his hands behind his back. Let's put both our sets up on the Internet and see which one gets viewed more." "Keep laughing faggot," she sneered. "You're catching on, though -- you've got some pictures with your pitiful excuse for a dick in me, all I've got are a few lousy half nudes of some bitch sitting on the ground. I can't change the fact that I'm being penetrated in yours, but I think I can get a few of you to match. Count yourself lucky, too -- that rubber dick in front of you is more man than you could ever be, so at least you might enjoy it." "Okay, hold on," I begged, feigning terror. "Look, you're crossing a line here, Emily. I know I fucked up a little last week, but I didn't fuck you in the ass. Don't do that to me, okay? Please?" "You call that begging?" she laughed. "I'm shocked, really. Seems like someone as pathetic as you would have a lot of experience on his knees; you really ought to be better at this. Maybe you're just incompetent all around, though." "I'm serious," I continued. "Please don't do this. It isn't fair. I spared you." "You didn't spare shit, faggot," she hissed. "I let you do everything that you did last week -- you didn't fuck my ass because I didn't permit it, nor would I ever. And I'll be honest with you; you don't need to worry about how shitty a job you're doing begging to get out of your ass-fucking; that's going to happen no matter what. You might want to practice, though -- I'm not lubing it up unless you ask nicely first." I was a little surprised. I wasn't sure what to expect from Emily, but this was a bit more sadism than I had anticipated. It was good to know, though -- I could remember this when she wanted mercy. Feeling that the farce had gone on long enough, I decided to give her a push. "You are just adorable," I chuckled. "Please, bitch -- you couldn't get that dildo into me if I wanted you to. I don't know how you've revised the events of last week in your mind, but I still remember them accurately. You're a slut, little girl, and sluts are for getting fucked -- not doing the fucking. I like the idea of being forced to beg for lube, though. Any other suggestions you'd like to make before you assume your role?" Emily looked enraged. Placing the camera down, she walked up to me slow and deliberately. Standing in front of me, she slowly bent down to pick up the dildo, staring me in the eyes the entire time. I stared back -- I wasn't about to back down. I waited until her arm was within reach and made my move. Reaching forward I grabbed her wrist and pulled back, rising to my feet. To her credit, Emily didn't give up easily -- she flailed at me wildly, and even managed to get in a few decent shots. It wasn't nearly enough, though -- there was no chance in hell that I was about to give up and let her take control. Besides, I was looking forward to giving her another lesson as to where she stood. Ignoring what little pain she was able to cause with her punches, I gripped her shirt from the hemline and pulled it over her head. Blinded and restrained by the fabric, Emily tore it off and cast it to the side. With the shirt off she continued to try to beat me down, but it was ultimately futile. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her in from behind and held her tightly. She continued to thrash about, but was unable to connect in any meaningful way. "Let me the fuck go, you piece of shit!" she shrieked. "Do you actually think before you speak, bitch?" I pondered aloud. "I mean really, do you think I'm going to hear an order like that and obey it? Have I ever obeyed you in the past?" "You had fucking better, faggot!" she hissed. "Or else what, bitch?" I laughed. "Are you going to make me beg extra hard for the lube? Actually, I no longer meant that rhetorically -- please let me know exactly what you plan to do to me in revenge. I'm already planning to fuck your little slut ass with that dildo and make you beg for lube, what else would you suggest?" Emily's struggles began to slow down as a look of fear came over her face. I think she realized that she was beaten, and was beginning to regret some of the things that she had said. Soaking in her terror, I began to chuckle as her body went limp. "Okay," she began, breathing heavily. "I hope you know I was just bullshitting you. I wouldn't actually do any of those things to you, and I wasn't going to show the pictures to anyone. I just wanted to scare you, that was all. I know I shouldn't have done that, and I'm sorry. Let's just call a truce, okay?" "That's a very mature way to look at things," I admitted. "We've both done some things to each other; we should probably just call it even before one of us takes it too far. Unfortunately, there's just one problem with your proposal." "What is it?" she asked, a hilarious glimmer of hope in her voice. "You forgot your rules, bitch," I laughed. "You neglected to address me as Master." "I'm sorry, Master!" she blurted out, realizing her mistake. "Can we please call a truce, Master?" "See, I'd really like to believe that," I sighed. "Believe me, I really wish I could accept that you totally remember your place and this whole thing was just some silly practical joke. Unfortunately, as you seem to have forgotten, I'm not a moron." "I didn't mean that you were a moron!" she swore. "Look, I'm sorry, I fucked up big. I thought I could get away with this, and obviously I was wrong. I'm the moron, not you -- please just accept my truce, Master?" "Prove that you understand your place, bitch," I commanded. "Strip. A slut like you doesn't need clothes anyway, they'll only slow you down." I shoved Emily forward roughly. She stumbled a bit, but managed to stay on her feet. After kicking off her shoes she let out a heavy sigh and pulled down her pants and stepped out of them. Spinning around, she stood before me in her bra and panties; a look of pure contempt on her face. "You really are a stupid bitch, Emily," I laughed. "I told you to strip, not to strip down to your underwear. I might not expect a slut like you to be able to solve complex equations in her head, but I'd at least expect you to know how to get naked. Apologize to me for being such a stupid bitch." "I'm sorry, Master," she growled. Emily's facial expression made it clear that she wasn't happy with me. She had given up for the moment, but I didn't think she was done fighting. It felt like it would be cruel to force her to repress her rage, so I decided to give her an excuse. "That's better, slut," I stated. "What was it you were saying earlier about giving up so easily? Something about it making you a pussy instead of a moron? Was pretty rude of you to say, wasn't it?" "I'm sorry, Master," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Silly bitch, you don't need to be sorry about that," I chuckled. "I think we both know that what matters with you is between your legs, not your ears -- I can hardly get angry at you for making such a foolish statement. You're wrong, though -- your giving up so easily doesn't make you a pussy. It's a prudent decision. On your best day and my worst, you wouldn't stand a chance against me. I can slap you around all I want, and you will never be able to do a single thing to hurt me back." My words did the trick. Letting out a guttural shout, Emily lunged at me. Unfortunately for her, the courage that her rage provided came at the expense of any type of coordination or focus. I was able to easily deflect her attacks and quickly restrain her. Holding her steady, I unhooked her bra and slid her panties down to her ankles. Emily continued to struggle, ignoring the state of her underwear. I couldn't decide whether to be impressed with her tenacity or amused by her failure to learn from past experience just how futile her actions were. It didn't really matter, though -- I knew that all I had to do was hold on and she'd run out of steam soon enough. "There, there," I mock comforted. "Let it all out, slut. You're already going to be punished; you may as well take this opportunity to release all of your silly little impotent rage." "Fuck you, cocksucker!" she shrieked. "I'm going to fucking kill you!" "Well, that's just mean," I laughed. "I'm not going to kill you, slut. Honestly, I'd miss you -- you're a raging cunt as a person, but you do manage to keep your holes nice and warm. It can be tedious putting up with your bullshit, of course, but in the grand scheme of things it's nice having an easy place to dump cum. What I am going to do is break in that filthy little asshole of yours, so I suggest you start getting comfortable with that idea." "I am not easy!" she hissed. "God, you really have forgotten entirely about last week, haven't you?" I marveled. "Try to remember, little girl -- spreading your legs on demand, begging me to finger your slutty little asshole, posing for pictures and cumming hard while thinking of complete strangers pumping you full of cum? None of that rings a bell?" "That was a one-time thing!" she argued, thrashing back and forth. "It'll never happen again, least of all with a little pussy bitch like you!" I had a suspicion that it was already happening. Wrapping my left arm around her torso, I squeezed and held her still. With my right arm, I reached down and forced my hand between her legs. Emily tried to clench her thighs shut, but by the time she did I had already managed to get inside. Expectedly, I found that she was dripping wet. "You little whore," I laughed. "You might not realize that you absolutely are 'that easy', but at least your cunt knows better." Emily groaned in despair as I slipped a couple of fingers into her. Noticing how easily they slid in, I began to pump them in and out as best as her violent motions would permit. She still thrashed about, but her grunts were interspersed with awkward moans. Holding her tight while finger-fucking her, I enjoyed the spectacle of watching her try in vain to mask her lustful moans. "At this point," I mused, "I really can't tell if you're struggling to get free or just trying to fuck my hand. Which is it, slut?" "Don't flatter yourself, you fucking moron," she hissed. "Your fingers may be a little thicker than that joke between your legs, but I would never actually try to fuck any part of you." "I'm sorry you feel that way, slut," I laughed. "I wouldn't want to impose, of course -- if you don't want me finger-fucking you, I'll happily stop." Emily groaned as I removed my hand. She was obviously disappointed that I stopped, but it was her fault for lying to me in the first place. She pleaded with me with her eyes to continue, but I saw no reason to be so merciful. Holding my hand up to her face, I forced her to see just how wet she was; her cum dripping down my wrist. Yardwork Ch. 02 "Look what you did, you filthy little pig," I reprimanded her. "You got my hand all covered in whore slime. Do you even realize just how disgusting you are?" A look of humiliation came over Emily's face -- I don't think that even she realized just how wet she was. Laughing at her indignity, I rubbed my palm all over her face, coating her skin in her own juices. She clenched her jaw shut to prevent me forcing my fingers into her mouth, but I made sure to get a generous amount inside her lips. Grabbing her tight, I carried her over to the bench next to the door. Taking a seat, I positioned her face down over my lap. Emily put up minimal struggle -- whether it was due to the fact that she knew she was beaten or she was just exhausted I do not know. Leaning over her, I picked up the dildo from the ground. It wasn't abnormally large in any way -- probably about five inches long and an inch and a half thick, though it did seem a bit big for anal sex. "It's too bad that you picked such a large one," I mused. "I can't help but think that this is going to hurt like hell when I shove it up your ass -- especially without lube. Still, I suppose one can't expect a slut like you to have reasonably sized sex toys." "You can't do that!" she whined, her voice conveying more fear than defiance. "It won't fit!" "I doubt it will fit comfortably," I shrugged. "But I'm pretty sure if I push hard enough, I can manage to get virtually any object inside of you. That's a theory we'll test another day, though." "I'm serious, Master!" she pleaded. "It will really hurt me! Please don't hurt your slut?" "Aww, am I your master again?" I laughed. "And just a minute ago I thought I was a limp-dicked pussy bitch. I'm glad we're at least on the same page in terms of who is the bitch here, but I'm afraid this isn't that simple. If I just let your bullshit slide, you'll never learn that it's unacceptable -- not only will you continue to forget your place, but it would be my fault." "I promise I'll never do it again!" she cried. "I swear to god, Master, I already know it's unacceptable! You don't have to punish me!" It was cute that she thought she might be able to avoid punishment altogether, but it wasn't realistic. After the shit that she had pulled, there really wasn't any way that I could just let her off the hook. Hoping to remind her of just how weak her negotiating position was, I reached back and slapped her hard on her ass. Emily let out a pathetic whimper, but otherwise shut up. "You're wasting my time, slut," I calmly explained. "You're getting punished -- if I let you weasel out of this, I'd be every bit as shitty a master as you seem to think I am. The only question here is exactly how I should punish you. Given the gravity of your sins -- I mean, you did break literally every single rule I've given you -- I'm inclined to think that shoving this dildo up your ass dry would be merciful, not excessive." "Oh god!" she cried out, clearly terrified at the idea. "Please don't do that, Master? I kn6yow you need to punish me, but please do it in a way that doesn't involve my ass?" Emily clearly wanted her asshole spared, but I wasn't feeling like showing her that mercy. I wanted it broken in anyway, and given her initial plans it seemed like the perfect time to do so. At the same time, though, I was enjoying her fear, and I didn't want to end it prematurely. Besides, it seemed cruel to prematurely crush her silly belief that she might be spared an ass-fucking -- it clearly meant a lot to her. "I just don't know, slut," I sighed. "Trust me, I'd love to spare you the indignity of losing your anal virginity to a hunk of latex -- I mean, even for a whore like you that's pretty fucking low. Unfortunately, I just can't think of any other way that I could get my point across and have it sink in. Maybe I really am as stupid as you so frequently claim." "You're not stupid, Master!" she argued. "I'm sorry I lied, but..." I didn't feel like hearing her apologies. I slapped her again on her ass, hard enough to leave a bright pink handprint. Emily quickly silenced herself and looked up at me in confusion. "I'm aggressively disinterested in your hollow apologies," I warned. "Maybe I really am too stupid to come up with an alternate punishment, maybe I'm just too lazy to feel compelled to. Hell, maybe I just like the idea of watching you cry like a helpless little bitch while I force this dildo up your ass. If you don't want that to happen, I strongly suggest you come up with a better idea -- if I feel it's severe enough, you might just spare yourself the humiliation of losing your ass cherry to an inanimate object." "You could spank me, Master?" she timidly suggested. "I said punishment, you silly bitch," I laughed, playfully swatting her ass again. "Have you forgotten what happened the last time I spanked your ass? All I think we accomplished was soaking your twat. We need something that's really going to sink into that thick whore skull of yours; something that will prevent you from forgetting your place." I could see the wheels turning in Emily's mind. She seemed to be struggling to think of a punishment that I would accept, but couldn't come up with anything. Fearing that she lacked motivation, and noting that my fingers were still slippery from her cunt juices, I worked one into her ass. She groaned a little, but knew better than to protest. "I can't think of anything, Master," she admitted, as tears began to stream down her cheeks. "Please don't fuck your slut's ass with the dildo, though? I'll agree to anything else you ask, but please don't do that?" "You're disappointing me again," I sighed as I began to pump my finger in and out of her ass. "You're offering to let me do whatever I want to you as if that's yours to offer. It isn't, bitch -- I own you and can use you as I please, with or without your consent. The fact that you seem to think you're actually offering me something there just proves that I've been too lax on you." "I'm sorry, Master?" she tearfully offered. "When aren't sorry?" I asked, shaking my head. "You know what, slut? I'm sorry too -- it was obviously a mistake to be so merciful with you. You're spoiled now, convinced that you still have the right to say 'no' to me. Fortunately for you, I actually like you too much to just throw you away. I only hope that losing your anal virginity to an unlubricated dildo teaches you a lesson that actually sticks." "Please wait, Master!" she sobbed. "Okay, I know you're right. I forgot my place, and that was very wrong of me. I know you need to punish me, and I know it needs to be bad. I can't take that up my ass, though -- it's too big, it will kill me without lubrication." "I doubt you'll die," I laughed, working a second finger into her asshole. "Though I'm sure it will hurt like hell -- I mean, hurt like hell for you, I don't think it will hurt me at all. I suppose I could use some lubrication -- I'm sure it will still be painful, but you'll probably live. I just don't know if you've actually earned such a mercy." I watched in amusement as a look of anguish crept over Emily's face. I think she was coming to realize that nothing she could say would prevent the dildo from going up her ass; her only hope was to minimize the pain. I doubt she liked the idea of asking me to lube up her asshole, but I'm sure she realized that the alternative was worse. "Please use lube, Master," she forced out. "I'm begging you, please don't put it in dry. I promise I'll be a good slut." "That's just pathetic," I sighed. "Really, slut -- you beg almost as poorly as you fight. I'm tempted to just get this over with and shove this thing up your ass as hard as I can, but I'll give you one more chance. Fuck it up, and you'll have no one to blame but yourself. Understood?" "Understood, Master," she replied. "Thank you, Master." "Here's the deal, bitch," I continued. "I'm going to give you a few new rules to help you remember your place. I'm going to trust that you'll follow them, so I'll be lubing you up this time, but if you break them -- even once -- I'll be raping your asshole dry. Think you can manage that?" "What are the rules?" she asked. "I can't agree to them unless I know what they are, Master." Letting out a sigh, I removed my fingers from her asshole and spanked her hard. Emily winced in pain, clearly not expecting the abuse. I worried that I was spanking her too much -- I didn't want her to get used to it too quickly. Still, she had the perfect ass for spanking, and I enjoyed it too much to stop myself. Before forcing my fingers back up her ass I gave it another quick slap, just for fun. "You don't get to agree or disagree to them, slut," I reminded her. "The rules are what they are -- you'll be taking them whether you like it or not. I'm simply explaining them to you as a courtesy, but if you think you're ultimately just going to fuck them up I'd be happy to skip ahead and just fuck your ass dry right now." "I'm sorry, Master," she sobbed. "I accept the rules. Please tell me what they are, and I promise I'll do my best to obey them." "That's a good whore," I praised her. "So, first new rule -- you don't wear panties anymore. If I run into you on the street, or even pop on by for a quick visit when I know your dad is out of town, I like the idea of being able to bend you over and dump some sperm in you. Panties would really only get in the way, so you don't need them." "But I'll feel naked, Master!" she protested. "I'm sure you will," I shrugged. "And when you do, you'll remember why you're going without panties. You'll remember that you're such a disgusting little slut that you don't deserve underwear. You'll remember that I own you, and I get to decide what you wear. You might even remember that I could be heading over then to use one of your holes, and you'll get excited thinking of how pleased I'll be when I find there's nothing obstructing my access." Emily let out a quiet moan before catching herself and clenching her mouth shut. She obviously liked the idea more than she wanted me to know, but that was okay. I was glad that she liked the idea, but ultimately it didn't really make a difference. "Moving on," I continued, enjoying the reaction that Emily was trying to hide. "The second new rule is similar. I've noticed how neatly you keep your pubic hair trimmed, and it's very cute. A woman with a neatly trimmed bush is very sexy, but it just doesn't make sense on a whore like you. From now on, you'll keep it clean-shaven. If I find so much as the tiniest amount of stubble, you will be punished severely. Each time you shave yourself, you'll be telling yourself that you have to do this because your master wants your cunt bald. You'll remember that you are a slut, and that you don't even get to make decisions about your own grooming. Most importantly, though, you'll remember that you and all of your holes are my property; and you'll maintain them as I command." "I won't tell myself that," she spat out defiantly before remembering her predicament. "I mean, I might forget to tell myself that, Master." "You're adorable," I laughed. "Relax; the rule is that you have to keep your twat shaven, not that you have to tell yourself anything while you're doing it. There'd be no way to check, but more importantly I don't need to. You can fight it all you like, but when you shave your little fuck hole you'll remember that you're doing it because I told you to." "Finally, let's make a rule that works with your artistic side," I continued. "I'd like you to work on your calligraphy -- well, really just your penmanship, though I'm really not sure what the difference is. Before you go to bed at night, I want you to copy a single phrase ten times over. Use ink, and put the date on each page. I will be checking." "What's the phrase, Master?" she asked. "I'm thinking something that will help you to not forget your place," I replied. "Let's go with 'I'm a disgusting, worthless slut. The greatest honor I can receive is to accept my master's cock in whichever hole he chooses.' I think it has a nice ring to it. Repeat that back for me so I know you've got it." Emily's face contorted in shame. She had always been so proud, I'm sure that even thinking the disgusting words that I had given her was difficult, let alone speaking them. Still, she'd have to get over it -- she'd be copying them ten times a night, after all. "I'm a disgusting, worthless slut," she choked out. "The greatest honor I can receive is to accept my Master's cock in whichever hole he chooses." "Poor little slut," I laughed. "It sounds like it almost hurt you to say that. It shouldn't, you know. It's a true statement, even if it is pathetic and disgusting. I'm hoping that by writing it down so many times you'll be able to accept that, just as I accept it as the truth. Anyway, that's it for new rules -- I'm sure you have a lot on your already limited mind, and I don't want to overwhelm you." "Thank you, Master," she sobbed. "Is there any way I can talk you out of dildo fucking my ass? I'm cooperating as best as I can." "I'm afraid not," I answered. "In fact, it's about time to get started, though we aren't going to rush anything. This is going to be your first time -- even if it is with a fucking dildo, it should be special. I'm not going to just shove it up there -- I want this to all be very romantic and shit. Why don't we start by giving it a kiss?" Laughing, I picked up the dildo and held it up to Emily's face. She looked disgusted by the idea, but she grudgingly reached her neck forward to give it a kiss. Removing my fingers from her asshole, I picked up her camera and began taking pictures. Emily groaned in despair. She clearly wasn't happy with what was happening, but she knew better than to disobey. "I can tell you don't like me taking pictures," I mentioned. "I'm not sure why that is, though. You're a slut about to get ass-fucked for the first time; I would think you'd want something to remember it by. This way, when we're all old and shit we can look back and wistfully remember a time long ago, back before your asshole had played home to the cocks of hundreds of strangers, when it was still virginal. Really, you should be thanking me for being so thoughtful. In fact, if you don't want me getting disappointed with you, you should thank me right now." "Thank you for being so thoughtful, Master," she groaned. "That's enough kissing," I instructed. "Let's get some close-up pictures of you with your boyfriend here. Smile big for the camera; I want everyone who sees these to know how happy you were to lose your anal virginity to a fucking sex toy." Emily groaned again and pleaded with her eyes for mercy. Unfortunately for her, mercy was the last thing on my mind. I shot her back a threatening look, she grudgingly cracked a smile. Holding the dildo close to her cheek, I took a few more pictures. "Good girl," I praised. "I know you're eager to get your boyfriend here up your ass, but I'd like to see you earn it. Why don't you suck him for a little while, show him what a worthy whore you are?" Emily opened her mouth and I slid the head of the dildo into it. I inserted it a couple of inches -- not enough to gag her, but enough to keep her from getting too comfortable. Holding it steady, I waited for her to get to work. She looked up at me with pleading eyes; I think she had hoped that I'd spare her the indignity of active cooperation. Accepting that I had no intention of being so merciful, she reluctantly began bobbing her head back and forth as I snapped off a few more pictures. "That's a good girl," I laughed. "Show Mister Dildo how much you love him. He's going to be the first to first to plug your dirty little asshole; make sure he understands how grateful you are. Let's see some big smiles, too -- I know how happy you must be that you've finally found someone willing to actually fuck your filthy pig asshole, go ahead and make sure the camera knows too." Emily obeyed my instructions as I continued to take pictures. Once I felt I had taken enough I forced the dildo deep into her mouth, choking her. I held it in place for a couple seconds just to remind her that I could, and then removed it. "Congratulations, slut!" I cheered mockingly. "It looks like Mister Dildo is ready to fuck that disgusting little ass of yours. I bet you're just thrilled, aren't you?" "Yes, Master," she growled through clenched teeth. "I bet you are!" I continued. "Before we begin, though, I'd like you to tell Mister Dildo just how grateful you are that he's sinking down to the level of fucking a stuck-up whore like you. Be explicit and show me that you understand your place, and you might actually manage to earn some mercy." Emily didn't look happy about the thought of thanking a chunk of latex, though her eyes did light up a bit when I said "mercy". It felt a little ridiculous, but in a way that was the point. The problem was that Emily had far too much dignity for her own good, I hoped that by humiliating her and bringing her beneath the level of a common sex toy she might finally understand that she was not better than me. "Thank you, Mister Dildo," she growled, clearly not enjoying it. "I'm very grateful that you would take the time to fuck such a disgusting slut as myself in her asshole. I'm eager to get my ass broken in so that I can better serve my master, and I'm glad that you're willing to do me this honor." "That was very nice, slut," I encouraged. "Your words clearly imply that you're beginning to understand your place, and that's important. I'm hoping that once you realize you stand below inanimate objects in the pecking order you'll find it more difficult to throw temper tantrums like you did earlier, and it looks like we're well on our way to that goal. Unfortunately, I didn't care for your tone -- you sounded almost angry, which really doesn't even make sense to me. I can't in good conscious reduce your punishment after a less than perfect performance like that, but I'd like you to know that at least you've made your master happy." As I told Emily that she had made her master happy I noticed an unwilling smile creep across her face. She must have noticed it too -- her facial expression quickly changed to one of forced stoicism, but I had noticed. Placing the camera on the ground and picking up the hand lotion I coated the dildo before squirting some directly into Emily's asshole. She groaned a little as the cool fluid made contact with her skin, but I'm sure she realized it was for her own good. Putting the lotion back down, I picked up the camera again. Positioning the head of the dildo at the entrance to her asshole, I snapped pictures as I forced it in. Emily groaned, though I don't know if it was in pain or humiliation. Continuing to force the dildo in, I snapped pictures every few seconds. I wanted to get lots of them; I honestly did plan to go over them with her someday. Even if I didn't, though, I was sure I could find some other use for them. I went slowly out of fear of hurting her, though she still whined the entire time. Ignoring her groans, I continued to apply pressure until all but the last inch or so of the dildo was inside her, snapping pictures the entire time. "Guess what, slut?" I announced. "He's in all the way. You're now officially getting ass fucked like the disgusting little whore that you are! Aren't you proud of yourself?" Emily didn't seem to like my announcement -- rather than respond to me, she turned away so that I couldn't see her face. I thought about punishing her, but I decided to let it slide -- her behavior had been improving, anyway. Laughing, I took a few pictures of the dildo buried in her while she hung her head in shame. "Don't look away from me," I warned her. "This is an important moment for you; we should get a picture of your smiling face!" Yardwork Ch. 02 Emily groaned, but turned her head around to face me. Clearly unhappy with being forced to do so, she managed to feign a smile. I zoomed out the camera until both her face and the dildo were visible in the frame. Laughing openly at her humiliation, I snapped a few more pictures. Comfortable with the quantity of pictures I had taken, I placed the camera back on the ground. Grabbing the dildo by the hilt I slowly pulled it out of her a few inches before plunging it back in. It didn't feel as tight as it did going in the first time, which was a good thing. I wanted her asshole relaxed and loose; I planned to fuck it hard -- not just stick a dildo in there and take a few pictures. "I don't think that I care for your silence," I mused as I continued to slowly pump the dildo. "This is a big day for you -- you're finally becoming a true slut. I'd like to know what you're thinking, what you're feeling -- and my feelings will be more than a little hurt if you don't start communicating. I would hope that knowing your master will be disappointed in you is enough motivation, but just in case it isn't -- be aware that if my feelings get hurt, I'll make certain to hurt you back." "I'm sorry, Master," she groaned. "I'm feeling a lot of pain -- it really hurts." "Of course it hurts," I laughed, slowly increasing my speed. "The human asshole isn't made for fucking, you silly bitch. This is just your asshole's way of telling you that this is wrong; punishing you for being such a whore that two holes isn't enough." "Then please take it out, Master!" she begged. "I most certainly will not," I replied. "Your asshole might not be used to it just yet, but it'll get there. Eventually, it'll accept what the rest of you has already accepted -- that you're a whore, and that your body is meant to be fucked in whatever hole is available. I'm sure before long you'll not only be enjoying anal sex -- you'll be craving it." "But I don't want that, Master!" she cried. "I don't want to enjoy this!" "And I don't really care what you want," I shot back, building up to a steady pace with the dildo. "Frankly, it doesn't really matter anyway -- you're a whore, you'll learn to get off eventually. I suspect that even now, you're probably feeling that pain melting away as your body excitedly learns that there's a whole new place it can get fucked in. I know it still hurts, but I'm betting that a part of you is starting to enjoy this. Tell me, bitch -- am I wrong?" "No, Master," she sobbed, hanging her head in shame. "Just like I thought," I continued as I began to dildo fuck her asshole in earnest. "You see, bitch, it's like I keep telling you. Your body is for fucking. That's all it's for. You're nothing but a walking, breathing cock holster -- designed to accept and service any men charitable enough to shove it in you. Your body knows this -- even your asshole seems to be learning what it's for. We just need to get your mind onboard. Once you finally understand that you're nothing more than an object for sexual use, you'll know better than to forget your place and pull shit like what you did this morning. More importantly, though, you'll know that your master is pleased with you. You do want to please your master, don't you, bitch?" "I do, Master," she tearfully admitted, her voice more sincere than I would have expected. "I know you do, slut," I verbally comforted her while continuing to violate her ass with the dildo. "And I want you to know, I'm not mad at you for this morning. You acted like a stupid bitch, but I can't really blame you for that -- you are a stupid bitch, after all. However, you're my slut first, and a stupid bitch second. In a way, it really is my fault for letting you forget -- I probably should have popped on over a few times during the week to remind you. Don't worry, though -- you can trust me not to make that mistake again." "Thank you, Master," she replied; her voice more a moan than a grunt. "Aww, you're welcome, slut," I laughed. "You sound like you're starting to really enjoy this, by the way. I had expected that you would eventually, but I really had no idea that it would happen this quickly. I'm impressed -- you really are a natural slut, you know?" "Thank you, Master," she moaned. "Can you please stop now? I promise I've learned my lesson." "That's just silly," I laughed. "Why on Earth would I stop now, right when you're starting to enjoy it?" "Please don't make me say it, Master," she begged. "Careful there," I warned her. "You've been being good ever since I put you over my knee, so I'm going to let that slide, but do not tell me what to do. I asked you a question, slut -- why do you want me to stop? Doesn't it feel good?" "It does, Master," she admitted. "I just don't want you to make me cum like this. Please don't do that, please don't make me cum with something up my asshole." "You still just don't get it, do you?" I sighed. "Your body is for fucking -- that's literally the only thing that you're useful for. Your body gets that, so it rewards you by making you feel good when you're being used appropriately. Cumming when you take a cock isn't something that you should be ashamed of; it's something that you should embrace. Yes, it's vile, disgusting, and filthy to actually enjoy getting fucked in the ass; but that's exactly what you are." I wondered if I really could make her cum from fucking her ass alone. Given how worried she seemed, it seemed like it would be entirely possible -- but I didn't feel like waiting. My cock had grown uncomfortably hard, and I felt like doing something with it. Leaving the dildo in I grabbed her by the hair and stood up, forcing her to her feet with me. Keeping my hand on her ass I prevented the dildo from slipping out. "Get on your hands and knees, slut," I ordered. "And make goddamned sure that Mister Dildo doesn't fall out -- I don't think he's done with you just yet." Emily dropped to the brick patio and assumed the position I had instructed. The dildo slid out a little, but remained inside her ass. Kneeling down behind her I pressed the dildo back in and pressed the head of my cock into her cunt. Grabbing her by the hair I pulled back hard while thrusting forward, impaling her and forcing her to let out a reluctant moan. "You see," I explained, "this is an excellent example of why it's important that we break in all of your holes. If Mister Dildo was a real man and not just a chunk of latex that your pathetic ass had to beg to fuck, it would be very rude to make him stop before he dumped his sperm in you. Now, if I were just some average guy instead of your master, I'd have to patiently wait until Mister Dildo finished -- and that hardly seem fair or fun. Because we're breaking in your asshole, the solution is obvious -- the new guy will just jump on a different hole. It's convenient, don't you think?" Emily groaned, obviously not pleased with my explanation. Her breathing was becoming quick, and she seemed to be having more and more difficulty suppressing her lustful moans. Realizing that an orgasm was likely approaching, I released her hair and reached back to grab the camera. "Don't hold back, slut," I ordered. "Go ahead and cum -- I'm ready to take the pictures. We wouldn't want you to miss out on having pictures of your first anal orgasm, after all." Emily tried to suppress her orgasm for a little longer, but it was futile. Fucking her ass with the dildo and her cunt with my cock, I was able to push her over the edge with ease. As her orgasm took control of her body, I snapped off as many pictures as I could; even pulling her hair back so that I could get a few of her facial expression. "Congratulations, slut!" I mocked, once her orgasm had ended. "You're now a true whore. You can honestly say that you'll cum from getting fucked in any hole by any man -- hell, as Mister Dildo just proved it doesn't even need to be a real man. I think it's safe to say that he's now satisfied, so I think I'm going to switch holes and see what your asshole really feels like." "Please don't, Master!" she begged. "Please finish in my cunt instead?" I considered her request. I did want to fuck her in the ass, of course, but that was really just to humiliate her. She was already humiliated; already broken down, so I didn't really need to sodomize her right then. Still, I couldn't just comply with her request -- if I did that, she'd be far more likely to forget her place in the future. "You're just not paying attention, slut," I sighed. "I already know how much you love it when I pump your twat full of sperm, but it really doesn't matter what you love. Your master feels like fucking you in the ass, and you should be grateful that you're getting a nice hard cock; even if it isn't in the hole you'd prefer. Tell me, Emily, do you even remember what you're going to be copying tonight?" "I do, Master," she sobbed. "Tell me what it is, bitch," I ordered, slapping her ass hard. "I'm a disgusting, worthless slut," she answered. "The greatest honor I can receive is to accept my master's cock in whichever hole he chooses." "Good girl," I praised. "The reason you're going to be copying that ten times a night is because you need to remember it. It's already the truth, but as you've just proven you can't seem to remember it. Your master has chosen to fuck your asshole -- not because your cunt is unavailable, not because I even want to fuck you in the ass; but purely because I think you need to remember what you are. You should be honored to accept my cock up your ass -- sure, it might not be your first choice, but it'll make your master happy. Instead, you're acting like an ungrateful little bitch, as if you're somehow doing me a favor by 'letting' me into that dirty little shit hole." "That's not what it is at all, Master!" she protested. "I swear to god, I don't think that. I know that you can use whichever hole you like, and I'm grateful for any attention. I was just hoping that you'd take mercy on me, and finish in my cunt just to make me happy? I'm trying so hard to be good and make you happy, please finish in my cunt?" Her argument was actually working. I really wanted to finish in her cunt anyway, I was only worried that by doing so I'd be encouraging her to forget her place in the future. I decided to give her a test, and make my decision based on how she fared. "Poor slut," I comforted her. "I understand how important it is to you that I cum in your sloppy little cunt, so I'll give you a choice. You've already gotten three new rules, but I'll give you the option of taking one more and finishing in your cunt. If you'd prefer to just stick with what you have, that's also okay -- I'll just cast Mister Dildo to the side and show you the true meaning of rough anal. It's your call -- do you want a new rule, or an ass full of sperm?" The pained look on Emily's face was priceless. I could tell that she really wanted to know what the additional rule was before agreeing to it, but knew better than to ask. This was a good thing. It meant that she was learning. Hoping to encourage her to respond quicker I pushed down hard on the dildo, driving it deep inside her. "I'll take the new rule, Master," she answered. "Please fill my cunt with your cum." I was impressed. The fact that she was willing to accept my rules without question meant that she was finally coming to terms with the power structure of our relationship. As a reward, I removed the dildo from her asshole and tossed it aside. Withdrawing my own cock from her, I flipped her over on her back. Emily obediently spread her legs wide to welcome me; I plunged into her while wrapping my hands around her head. Staring into her eyes, I drank in the sense of lust that permeated from her. "I'll make it a simple rule," I explained as I began to fuck her hard. "I'm going to give you my cell phone number, slut. When your father leaves you home alone at night, you will use it to send me a quick text. You will then unlock all of your doors and go about your business. I might choose to ignore the text, or I might come over to exercise my rights -- you won't really know until it happens. However, you will send the text every time that you're alone, whether you're in the mood or not. Understood?" "Yes, Master!" she moaned. I suspect she enjoyed the idea of the rule more than she would have liked to. Leaning in, I kissed her deeply. I wanted to be mad at her, wanted to continue to punish her for her sins, but I just couldn't make myself hate her. The truth was that she was rapidly becoming my favorite person -- I just happened to enjoy abusing her as well. Fortunately, it was becoming painfully obvious that she enjoyed being abused just as much. "I hope you realize how merciful I'm being with you, slut," I reminded her. "And I hope that you won't expect such mercy in the future. If you start thinking that you're anything more than just a walking sperm bank again, I won't be so gentle with you." "I understand, Master," she moaned loudly. "Thank you for being so kind to your slut. I promise I won't forget what I am again." Gripping her roughly, I fucked her hard into another orgasm. As Emily wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in, I felt my own orgasm begin. I kissed her again, exploring her mouth with my tongue until our orgasms ended. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of her body. Rolling over onto the ground, I held her in my arms -- my cock still inside her. Her chest heaved as she panted for air; her body was glistening in sweat. I felt good. I continued to hold her for several minutes before getting back to work. Superficially, it was to let her know that I wasn't the slightest bit intimidated by her -- I could hold her as long as I liked, and there was nothing she could do about it. Secretly, though, I just liked being close to her.