Deal of a Lifetime

 

� 2002 Lance Edwards

 

 

 

My wife has owned me body and soul ever since the day after our wedding.

 

That was the deal: the only way she�d marry me. After the ceremony I would get one night of sex with her: one evening of unlimited access to her incredibly fabulous body. And then at dawn I would be her utter fawning slave forever. I read the contract with a pounding heart and eagerly signed my name.

 

Some of you might question this. But I assure you that I got the deal of a lifetime. Even though I�ve had to take on Miriam�s collar, cage, brands, tattoos, and last name, serve her utterly and endure the most insane depravities for over two decades now, those twelve blessed hours from six p.m. to a.m. on our wedding night were amply worth it. Miriam was and still is just so amazingly attractive that a half a day spent mating with her easily surpassed the infinite bliss of nirvana. And even being her eternal personal property afterwards is itself quite a staggering honor for a wimpy loser like me. To think that someone with tits like that actually once let me play with them, and even now still flaunts them cruelly, constantly before me�

 

Did I mention that they strain an enormous triple-D cup? Firm and full without any augmentation, capped by nipples that could probably put an eye out, Miriam�s breasts are truly a miracle of nature: marvelously heavy and yet resiliently taut, obviously worthy of endless worship. Oh how I pawed and hefted and lapped and suckled them, buried my face and genitals between and twisted and rubbed and pumped� I came to climax uncontrollably barely ten minutes into our honeymoon. Those ovoid teardrop honeydews were just so big and ripe and succulent that I couldn�t help myself.

 

Not that I let that stop me. Still I wallowed and played orgiastically, both with these and that tender wet treasure between her legs, until I was once again hard enough to spend several hours clutched by her crotch, humping and pumping away � or better yet lying beneath her, my face bracketed by those glorious mams, while she held me down and humped and pumped away. We must have fucked in every position imaginable� Over the course of that unforgettable night I actually ejaculated another three times � the last just before dawn, deep into her uncomplaining ass as she kow-towed to the ground before me, raised it up and held it open.

 

That turned out to be a mistake of course � or maybe not. Perhaps this isn�t just payback. Perhaps my subsequent enslavement would have entailed the same level of sexual abuse, debasement and deprivation anyhow. Surely I�d have been a fool not to take advantage of my one opportunity. In any case, the fact remains that the first things Miriam did when six o�clock struck and she owned me at last were to lock my guilty cock up for good and then don her own big strap-on penis, so that she could turn the tables and brutally fuck me in the ass. This she did practically nonstop until after noon at least. And she�s been doing it to me daily with a dedicated passion ever since.

 

As painful and demeaning as this is though, as long and hard and constantly as Miriam pounds her prick into me (and as many other ways as she physically punishes and sexually degrades me), I somehow still can�t get enough of any of it. Something deep and fundamental happened to me that first morning of my enslavement, something I was powerless to resist and still can�t really understand. Thoroughly exhausted and depleted, limp and panting in my wife�s disheveled bed as the sun came up and the clock struck six, I was nevertheless overcome with a strangely debilitating yet inescapable arousal when Miriam suddenly rose up above me and smugly assumed my ownership.

 

�Well, husband, I hope you enjoyed that. Because now you belong to me: heart and soul, lips and tongue, cock and bung forever and ever! For the rest of my life, you will obey me absolutely! And as my slave you shall accompany me into death, and continue to serve my superior spirit throughout the everlasting hereafter! I shall be your omnipotent Goddess and you my groveling little abject subject for an infinity of eternities!�

 

This declaration was unnerving to say the least. Yet Miriam was barely beginning to lay her claim to me. She had uncompromising concepts of slavery.

 

�Now as you may know, goddesses are traditionally served in chastity by their subjects. And the slaves of great women, particularly chambermaids and other personal servants, have been required to be eunuchs for centuries. Thus it shall be with you and me.�

 

Goddess Miriam grinned gloatingly down.

 

�Normally the eunuch�s impotence is achieved through crude castration.� Sharp fingernails sank into the flesh around my scrotum. �But I think it�s foolish and wasteful to remove the gonads � at least at first. Rather than deprive the slave of desire, why not simultaneously maximize and yet cruelly frustrate it? Build up the pressure forever without once allowing release? That kind of constant endless suffering can be so incredibly exquisite�

 

�It�s far better to remove the penis instead.

 

�Your healthy testicles will still keep flooding you with testosterone, and storing up a lifetime�s load of needy seed. But your organ of pleasure and performance will have been amputated entirely. Can you imagine the crazed frustration, the unending carnal tension? You�ll be living in the closest proximity to the combined epitome of divinity and femininity, subject to your glorious Goddess� every whim, responsible for her every pleasure, constantly tantalized by her erotically charged perfection of form (and function) and utterly unable to satisfy any of the desires your frantic body demands�

 

�Unfortunately, I�m still only in med school. I haven�t quite got the surgical skill to safely remove your penis yet. So until I do, you�ll wear this!� Goddess Miriam produced a tiny, shiny stainless steel chastity cage. As I watched aghast, she locked this about my cock and balls, tightening it down until any erection was an impossibility.

 

That didn�t stop my stupid cock from trying, however. Despite the incredible workout I had just given it, that poor doomed penis responded to its implacable new bondage by suddenly pulsing and swelling alarmingly. It quickly overfilled its cage space until my entire groin was engulfed in agony. Yet even this excruciation was somehow desperately arousing, forming a compounding paradox.

 

�There!� Goddess declared.

 

�Never again will you achieve release! But of course, just because you�re a eunuch doesn�t mean that you�re devoid of sexual use! On the contrary slave, your body belongs to me now! And I�m going to use it every day in ways you�ve never dared contemplate! Now roll over onto these pillows!�

 

Goddess piled several next to my waist. When I hesitated, she didn�t. She roughly manhandled me over, twisting my arms around behind my back as she did so.

 

I cried out piteously at this, but somehow being out-wrestled by this dominating big-breasted bitch turned me on worse than anything. Crushed into the pillow pile, my tightly caged cock throbbed harder and more painfully than ever. It was an escalating cycle: the more it hurt down there the more turned on I got, and the more turned on I got the more it hurt. Then my new owner suddenly manacled both my wrists and elbows together behind my back, introducing me to a whole new level (and a whole new life) of utterly helpless possession. Yet again my inexplicable arousal burgeoned furiously.

 

�Now!� gasped Goddess Miriam. �Now begins our real sex life! Now I pay you back in spades for every stroke you gave me!� Right in front of me then she dumped two items as terrifying, scandalizing and shamefully arousing as I�d ever dreamed: a large rubber cock with a crotch harness for her, and a smaller plastic one with gag-straps for me. As I gaped in swooning dismay, Goddess shoved the latter into my mouth, mounted the former on her mound and strapped both solidly in place. Then as I squirmed in anticipation of my fate she moved around behind me and spread my legs out wide.

 

Into my ass stabbed Goddess� prick for the very first time. Simultaneously biting down on my cock-gag and screaming into it, my face burning with shame and my squashed and locked-up crotch flaming with a deliciously arousing pain, I bade goodbye to any last shred of my former autonomy. Bound and raped and condemned to cruelest eternal impotence, utterly possessed down to the deepest core of my being, I was nevertheless somehow still amazingly aroused. As Goddess began a sliding, slamming, pounding, stabbing, rectum-reaming rhythm that put my own best efforts at fucking considerably in the pale, I suddenly found myself more turned-on than ever before, even than at the height of my frenzied enjoyment of her holy body previous.

 

Goddess was far more aroused too. That was obvious. None of my frantic attentions earlier had driven her even close to climax. But after a mere ten minutes or so of hammering her big cock viciously into me she was screaming out an ecstatic orgasm.

 

Over and over again she did so: coming at least a dozen times and using me as brutally and thoughtlessly as she pleased for hours on end. Until well after noon of my first day as her slave she held my bound body down and thrust her huge hard phallus pitilessly into me, haranguing and belittling my eagerly willing submission the entire time.

 

Driven nearly mad with thwarted lust, consumed by a craven compulsion I could neither deny nor understand, I endured this first of surely numberless violations in an agony of uncontrollable � if futile � arousal. When Goddess Miriam finally exhausted herself, and pulled completely from my traumatized ass at last, I found I was bound to her in ways that had nothing to do with her handcuffs, collar and cock cage. Conquered to the very core, I�d willingly embraced my utter eternal slavery whole-heartedly, if only it saw me subjected to such intensely intimate anal assaults forever.

 

And so it has. In addition to two decades of mindlessly slavish obedience, demeaning housework, worshipful pampering, constant bondage, abject humiliation and ever-worsening forms of torture, I have enjoyed being my Goddess little bitch (her �Slut-boy�, as she calls me) on at least a bi-daily basis my entire married life. Just feeling her spread me open, stab her way in, and brutally bugger me with her ever-bigger cocks makes everything else worthwhile. Even the endless maddening purposely-stoked yet utterly hopeless arousal (not to mention the terrible things she did to my penis), is a small price to pay for this constant gratification of my most powerful, and shameful, compulsion.

 

Oh yeah. About my penis� For our first five years together, while she was still earning her medical degree, Goddess Miriam tried unsuccessfully to ensure that I�d look forward to the day she eventually cut it off me. In addition to keeping my sex organ eternally confined to its cramped little cage, she spent long hours excitedly torturing it several times a week. Locking me onto my bondage cross (a multiply-adjustable x-shaped table), she would push innumerable steel needles into and through the head and shaft, perforating me like a pincushion. Then, as if this weren�t agony enough, she�d wire the needles to a series of powerful batteries, delivering agonizing electrical current.

 

Inside and out my poor condemned cock sizzled with excruciation, as I streamed out rivers of sweat, screamed into my gag and shuddered convulsively in my bonds. Week after week, month after month, year after year this went on. Eventually I came to depend on the agony, to need it as much as I did the plunging of Goddess� dick or the maddening sight of her glorious naked tits. Thus I wept more bitterly than ever when she finally declared her skill sufficient to safely unman me.

 

Goddess secured me, as always, to the cross. She produced her surgical instruments and sterilized a wicked-looking scalpel over one of her omnipresent candles. Then, without anesthetic, she slowly, ceremoniously sliced my penis off at the base and sutured me closed. Leaving me with nothing but a tiny little pee-hole and my shaved-bare balls between my legs, she turned me irrevocably into her utterly impotent eunuch. My amputated organ she then placed in a large glass jar of preservative fluid, where she could flaunt it before me and show it off to all her many friends and lovers.

 

Now Goddess has only my balls and nipples to torture � though of course she whips and canes and paddles and beats me as regularly as ever, and forces me to observe and service all the guys and girls she continuously cuckolds me with. But still she delights in her red-hot electric needles, as my extensively scarred testicles and tits can easily attest. Yet for some reason she seems almost grim tonight, as she once again straps my helpless naked body tightly to the torture cross.

 

That�s strange. The prospect of torturing me usually fills her with a savage, unholy glee. Mouthing my big gag-cock, shivering with more than just the bare-naked basement chill, I plead mutely for an explanation with only my eyes.

 

Goddess Miriam catches my look. And the answer she gives me is more stunning, demoralizing, and horrifying than anything I could have possibly imagined.

 

�I�m dying, Slut-boy.

 

�I have an incredibly virulent cancer. Right now I�m looking at less than three months to live. And the pain and debilitation in store for that short time are unspeakable. I know it. I�ve seen it happen. But I�m not going to let it happen to me. I�m going to slip away peacefully and with a purpose! At the end of our last, extra-special ceremonial session tonight, I�m going to give myself a lethal injection, and slide away gently into the endless afterlife. And there I�m going to find my lowly devoted slave waiting for me.�

 

Sneering at my shocked goggle, Goddess snaps at me. �Don�t look so surprised! You know that slaves must accompany their owners into the next world. That goes all the way back to ancient Egypt. But to ensure that this works, to ensure that you�re properly consecrated into my eternal service, I�m going to have to take you with me in just the right manner. And that�s what this final, utterly transcendent ceremony tonight is all about. I�m going to torture you worse than I ever have before, castrate you at last, feed you your bloated-full blue-balls, and then brutally butt-fuck you into absolute oblivion! If that doesn�t make you my eternal soul-slave, than nothing will!�

 

So it�s decreed. And so it begins: the terrifying and unexpected end.

 

Freed of all prior restraint, Goddess now uses her whips, canes, paddles, needles and electricity on me with an insane fervor, no longer the least bit worried about irrevocably damaging her property. Indeed, that is the point. Tonight she uses me to destruction. Mixing excruciating pain with portentous acts and incantations, she also adds extensively to the many brands and tattoos that already intanglio me from head to toe.

 

Arcane patterns laid across the intricate lattice of whip-welts describe some dire witchery. Hours of this inscribing torture me exquisitely, without yet truly threatening my life, as Goddess Miriam makes ever more inescapable her claim to my afterlife. Yet apocalyptic torture is but the first of tonight�s threatened and necessary rituals. After wickedly puncturing my testicles with her hot electric needles at least a hundred times (each), Goddess prepares to finally ceremoniously castrate me.

 

This is a joy she�s put off for over twenty years � and for the same reason that she gleefully indulges it now: she wants to ensure the eternal urgency of my maddening and yet futile arousal.

 

By feeding me a lifetime�s worth of accumulated seed and need in my final minutes, she hopes to prolong my insane state of hopelessly suffering lust forever. Naturally agony is an essential ingredient in this alchemy, so no anesthetic is even considered. After incanting repeatedly, Goddess zealously lays her dangerous blade against me.

 

There�s no carefully sterilized razor-sharp scalpel this time. As I strain at my implacable bonds, and bite down hard on my familiar big mouth-cock, Goddess slowly, deliberately uses a common serrated steak knife to saw through the base of my scrotum.

 

The excruciation of this is unmatched � or so I think. But at last the cut is done, and my ruined balls are ripped free from my body. Then my Goddess clots the wound by pouring a cup or so of salt onto it, and grinding the caustic crystals in with her other palm.

 

This pain is so great that I nearly pass out.

 

Without a lifetime�s practice enduring agony I�d never be able to take it. But somehow I manage to hang on to consciousness until my goddess suddenly rips free the straps and pulls my cock-gag out of my mouth. Freer air and the exertion of panting � not to mention screaming � help me cope then.

 

Gradually I regain control of my senses, as sizzling pain receptors finally overload, short out, and shut down. Returning to coherence at last, I see my incomparably beautiful and glorious Goddess Miriam grinning wickedly right up close to me.

 

�Here, my total soul-slave Slut-boy: my eternally abject subject. I�ve got twenty years worth of needy semen for you to eat. By this incredibly significant last meal, an entire lifetime of desperately urgent yet cruelly thwarted sexual obsession shall become an integral and unendurable part of your spirit forever! Now repeat after me, and then open your mouth: �Goddess, prolong my desperate but frustrated lust for you for all time!��

 

�Goddess, prolong my desperate but frustrated lust for you for all time!�

 

Luckily for me, the hundreds of skewering hot needles and electric shocks have both thoroughly tenderized and partially cooked my testicles. Slimed with blood and loaded with a lifetime of stymied need they slip down my throat without any chewing at all. I gag briefly despite two decades of having cocks both real and simulated slammed down my gullet, and then my desperate, futile lust has become a part of me forever.

 

Unfortunately that leaves only the dreadful finale for tonight.

 

How Goddess intends to �butt-fuck me into oblivion� hasn�t yet been made clear. Whatever does she intend? To truly and irrevocably bind me into her eternal service, this final, fatal act of sodomy must somehow be both unprecedentedly spectacular and exquisitely appropriate: both consummation and consecration all in one. Aflame with agony from head to toe, with a terrible absence at my crotch and a fateful weight stored in my stomach, I blink though a bleary haze as my own personal Goddess at last begins to strap something monstrous onto her divine naked form.

 

�As you know, Slut-boy, powdered rhino horn is an extremely powerful aphrodisiac. It�s been used for millennia in Africa, Asia and the Middle East to stoke the fires of lust to transcendent heights. It is truly a substance of unbelievably potent mythic properties. But for this occasion I haven�t brought just the expensive powder to use on you. I�ve got the whole goddamn fucking horn! Behold the death-dick, the holy instrument of your destruction!�

 

Below her bobbing tits as she secures its fit juts up an enormous rhinoceros horn. Over sixteen inches long and three wide at the base, gracefully curving and tapering to a dull but nevertheless deadly point at the end, this monstrous phallus takes the place of her usual impressive dildo with a vengeance. It quite precedes her lush naked body as she approaches me, frightfully imposing in its superhuman size and hard, fatal, pointy gleam.

 

Despite decades of experience with its fruitfulness, I struggle helplessly with my bonds.

 

Fear of death overcomes my love of both Goddess and sodomy momentarily. But then when she�s positioned between my bound and spread legs, my omnipotent wife�s fabulous tits still brazenly displayed, my inescapable lust overwhelms me yet again.

 

If the last fuck of my life is going to be the end of me, I might as well enjoy it for as long as possible! Right? The more willingly I accept and assist my mystic translation into her eternal service, the more firmly I will be bound to my permanently reigning Goddess. Let my love and lust for her, and my unending agony and futile arousal all contribute in equal measure to my condign fate and limitless future!

 

As Goddess Miriam insets her huge horn, penetrating my rectum for the final time, I moan out in exquisitely submissive need. Her beautiful features bathed in flickering candlelight, Goddess gazes sternly down at me: bracing herself to begin fucking.

 

�Whom do you serve?

 

�You, Goddess Miriam. Only you forever and ever, amen.�

 

�Then I want you to cry out that fact with every stroke as I take you. One word for each thrust, over and over for as long as you can: �I�serve�you�forever!� Understand?�

 

�Yes, Goddess. I worship you wholeheartedly. You�re the stars in my sky and the flowers in my field. Take me for all eternity, please!�

 

And so she does. Goddess� hips start pumping, driving that enormous and deadly phallus gradually into me. Overwhelmed with fear, lust, and devotion I chant my mantra madly: �I�serve�you�forever!� In death as in life, I commit my soul to her eternal control in exchange for nothing more than her brutal penile penetration.

 

Soon my rectum is so full of smooth, hard horn stabbing ever deeper in and out of it that the terrible pain of my crude castration has faded into the overall agony emanating from my invaded ass. If it were possible, I�d believe myself splitting in two. Truly the length and girth of Goddess death-dick occupies me like nothing ever. But then at last something tears inside, and bright red blood starts to slicken the sliding horn: adding lubrication, easing insertion, and aiding Goddess� rhythm. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper she gores her way violently into me, until with a terrible further rending the point of her enormous horn breaches the inner wall of my bowels. Still she picks up the vicious pace: shearing blood vessels, bludgeoning organs, glorying in my blood-curdling screams as she maniacally stabs the life from me with her big hard foot and a half-long rhinoceros horn penis.

 

�Your�soul�is�mine!� She chants to the beat of her rhythm, as her crotch claps against mine. Taking the entire big death-dick at last, I scream my response in fatal agony and uncontrollable if futile lust.

 

�I�serve�you�forever!�

 

For an interval as timeless and transcendent as any heaven, we cry our intentions together over and over, with Goddess climaxing repeatedly as I gradually messily expire from all the accumulated trauma and blood loss: brutally butt-fucked into oblivion indeed.� Finally I manage one last cycle, gasping out my endless devotion to her as the terrible goring agony in my lacerated bowels begins to carry me at long last down into the welcome darkness. �I�serve�you�forever!� Then, as I go out, my final thought is naturally of my glorious Goddess: how I can�t wait to see her again on the endless other side�

 

 

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