A WHORE IS BORN CH - 02

It was 11am when Katie received the package from the delivery boy. The General had called the previous day to warn her to expect a delivery. She was told that she was being sent an outfit and was to wear exactly what was delivered and be ready no later than 12pm when he would come by her house and collect her. She was also told that under no circumstance, was she to mention any of this to her husband. Failure to comply with these instructions would lead to an immediate termination of their relationship and she would never see the General again. It had been some 10 days since that first brutal meeting when she had been double fucked by the General and Jack. Since that fateful day, she had not, until yesterday, heard from either of them. In the interim, Katie had decided that she would never see the General, Jack or anyone from The Platinum Club again. Despite knowing that she was a whore and how much she craved their big cocks, she wanted to try and save her marriage with her husband, Frank. Katie still thought that Frank had no idea about the double fucking that she had been forced to endure. As far as she was concerned, he had merely seen her strip and fuck herself with a dildo. Of course Frank had seen a lot more and had witnessed everything next door whilst sitting in the Platinum Club's video lounge. He knew full well how much of a whore his wife was. But, for the sake of their marriage, he had not mentioned this to Katie and instead had talked through what she thought he had witnessed. And when Frank explained the promotion and why he couldn't have done anything to stop things, she totally understood. As a result, she agreed not to return any of the Platinum Club's calls and to terminate all contact. Frank, for the sake of his job, would stay a member but would, as a matter of urgency, look for alternative employment upon which he could leave the club and be rid of the General and Jack. It all sounded so simple. The two of them would make every effort to patch up their marriage and in this regard, later that week she had made love to Frank. She desperately hoped that sex with him could be as good as it had been with Jack and the General. But she quickly realised that there could be no substitute for being gangbanged by a couple of big old cocks. She knew that made her a whore. And during their love making, she faked her orgasm numerous times. She had done so many times before, but this time it felt even more dishonest. But she so desperately wanted to save her relationship that she tried to put these thoughts to the back of her mind and work on her marriage. Of course the General calling changed all that. “Hello Katie, its General Jackson, remember me?” As soon as she heard his commanding voice, her pussy started to become wet. Of course she remembered him. Ever since she had left the film studio that fateful day she had not stopped thinking about him, his cock, the way he had forced her to suck it, the way he had spanked her bottom, the way he treated her with no respect and the way he took her without even asking her permission. And now this same evil man was calling her this morning when her husband was away at work. “G-General, hello. Y-yes of course I remember you. But, err, I don't think we should be speaking. I don't think I want to see you anymore or have anything more to do with you or your organisation. I-I hope that is ok…” Katie blabbered out, desperately trying to get rid of the General and to save what was left of her marriage. “Bitch, be quiet and listen carefully. A package will be arriving at your house, tomorrow morning, at 11am. Inside will be an outfit. You are to wear exactly what has been sent to you. Nothing more, nothing less. At 12pm, my driver and I will arrive and take you to a meeting at my country residence where you will be required to perform certain “services”. You will not inform your husband of any of this. Failure to do exactly what I say will lead to a termination of our arrangement. As a fully fledged member of The Platinum Club, you will of course receive a fee for your services. Do I make myself clear?” “G-General, I can't. This is wrong, I am married…” “Bitch, I don't care if you are married. It didn't stop you acting like a whore for me the other day! “However, I not a man to force a woman into my service, so I will leave it entirely up to you. If you are not ready tomorrow, so be it, I will leave and you will never see or hear from me or anyone in the Club again. You can then continue with your sham of a marriage and never experience the type of perverse pleasure you so revelled in earlier. It is your choice. Goodbye.” And with that the phone went dead. Katie was shocked and a little relieved. The General was willing to leave her alone! He had left it with her to decide whether to follow his orders. If she was not ready when he arrived, he would leave her alone and that would be that. She could not believe it had all been so painless and could not wait to tell her husband the good news when he returned from work that evening. That night, when Frank came home, for some reason Katie did not mention the call with the General and that he had offered her a way out. She deemed it unnecessary. Why bother him with the details? She could tell him when it was done and dusted. Tomorrow morning she would just go out early, the General would arrive, she would not be there, and that would be that. Game over. And yet the next morning, for some reason, Katie found herself still at home at 10:45 am. Frank had left for work, as per usual, but she remained, nervously drinking a cup of tea, waiting for this mysterious package to arrive. No worries, when the courier arrived, she would not accept delivery, there would then be no outfit to wear, she would have disobeyed the General's orders and that would be that. Game over. And yet when the delivery man arrived, Katie found herself, with much excitement, signing for the package, and taking delivery of a small box. She said to herself that she was just curious to see what the General had sent her to wear. She would open the box, examine the items, throw them away and, when the General arrived, she would have disobeyed his order and that would be that. Game over. When she opened the box, inside she found what looked like a female army officer's uniform. But of course it was an army officer's uniform with a difference. She found a plain, brown skirt which did not look anyway near army regulation since it was way too short; a simple plain, white cotton shirt which, even for Katie's slender figure, looked far too tight; a regular plain brown army jacket which, pinned to it, was a badge indicating that this was an officer's uniform (not that she knew but she was dressing up as a captain); and finally there was a round brown hat worn by the British army officer corp. In addition to the uniform, unsurprisingly, the General had included underwear that he required her to wear. Although it could not possibly be regular army issue for there were a pair of brown stockings, white suspenders and a white g-string. Katie carefully looked for a bra. There was none. Her nipples got harder. Finally, there was a pair of ludicrously high, black patent ankle strap heels. The stiletto was at least 5 inches in height. The General wanted her to dress up as a sexy, slutty army officer. He had mentioned that she would be attending a meeting with him where, no doubt, there would be other army officers. Clearly he wanted to show off her young, tight body to these men so they could ogle over it and, no doubt, she would be asked to do other things, other nasty things with them. Her pussy got wet just at the prospect. Katie desperately tried to shake herself out of this stupor. She was not going to dress up like this for the General. She had just wanted to see what was in the box. There was no way she was going to put on what was, admittedly, a stunningly slutty outfit. She was just going to finish her cup of tea, throw out the outfit, and that would be that. Game well and truly over. Any yet at 11:55 am, there stood Katie in front of her bedroom mirror, showered, hair and makeup done and wearing exactly what the General had ordered. As she had suspected, her skirt was way too short, for the army or otherwise. It barely covered her beautiful little arse, especially with the high heels she was being asked to wear. These had the effect of raising her bottom and skirt up even further and any time she took a step forward, she found that her skirt would flap up and reveal the tops of her brown stockings, white suspenders and the beautiful creamy innocent flesh above. Her shirt was naturally too tight and the material too transparent. Her big naked tits were bursting and, the fact that she was not wearing a bra, made her tits and nipples (which were of course erect) visible to everyone. By her own volition she had elected not to do up the top two buttons which allowed more of her delicious cleavage to be on display. The plain brown army jacket had two low buttons which meant that when she put it on, all of her cleavage was still visible. The hat of a female officer was probably the only authentic item of army clothing and it was a nice touch since it did make her look like an army officer, albeit a horny, slutty one. With her blonde hair neatly tied up in a bob, and her lips red with lipstick, she looked as sexy as she did that day when she was forced to dress up as a schoolgirl. And as she admired how hot and slutty she looked, she heard a car pull up in her driveway. It was 12pm. She walked over to the mirror and looked down. A black Bentley had drawn up and it was reversing into the driveway. The General had arrived. Of course, she did not have to go down and drive off with him, she told herself. True, she had remained at home, taken delivery of the package and dressed as ordered. But she did not need to go outside and step into the General's car. If she remained inside, she would be safe, her marriage would survive and this depraved, sexual world that she had previously experienced (and so enjoyed) would be over. Forever. It was what she wanted. Wasn't it? For a couple of minutes she just stared out of the window looking down at the car. She waited to see if anyone would get out and knock on the front door for her. But nothing happened. The General was clearly waiting to see if she would go out and join him. He was truly leaving it up to her to decide her own fate and not applying any further pressure. She realised that he was being supremely arrogant, assuming that she would come down, assuming that she would dress up like this for him, assuming she would be his whore… How long would he give her before he left, she wondered? Another minute or so passed, and still nothing. Katie remained routed to the spot, staring down at the Bentley. The expensive carriage below symbolised a journey to an unknown destination; a destination which, in all probability, would end up with her performing her duties as a whore. Was this really her destiny, she wondered? She moved away from the window and again looked at herself in the mirror. There she saw a beautiful, horny, hot slut. But she also saw a wife who did so love her husband, and loved him deeply. She desperately wanted to now be faithful to him and she had, when she woke up this morning, every intention of being that faithful, loving wife. But now, looking down at the General's car, dressed as he had ordered, with her pussy soaking wet, her big fat nipples on her big tits erect and bursting through her thin white cotton blouse, she wondered whether that was really possible. Down below in the car, the General patiently waited. He was 100% certain that the bitch would come out and join him. The way she had responded to the fucking inflicted on her the other day indicated to him that such a whore would not refuse the opportunity to sample some more big dick. Especially when he knew how little her husband could offer her. And her husband, Frank, was in for some more humiliation, the General thought to himself. For sitting in the driver's seat of the limo was Katie's husband, Frank… Frank was shaking with fear, and not a little anger. How had he ended up here, outside his own house, waiting to collect his wife so she could be fucked by the General? To answer that question, you had to go back a few hours in the day…. Frank and Katie had agreed that he would continue to work for the Platinum Club until he got a new job and was free of the hold of Jack, his boss. Well, today, when he got into the office, Jack told him that there was a crisis at the Platinum Club and Frank's assistance was urgently required. The General needed him to be his driver for the day and to help out at a crucial meeting. He was downstairs waiting and Frank was to join him immediately. Frank, at the time, was actually not too disappointed by this. In effect, his boss was telling him to leave work early, go and drive the General's car in order for him to collect some tart who, no doubt, would then be ordered to perform some sort of degrading act for the General and other members. That was certainly better than staying in the office all day. Once he got to the car and met the General, who was dressed in full military uniform, he informed him that his trusted driver had been taken sick and they needed a member of the Platinum Club to help step. Indeed, he was going to collect some bitch who was required to “help” him close an important deal he was negotiating for the government. Since the kind of “help” that was required was not the kind you could normally find from a government employee, the General just couldn't ask for a Ministry of Defence driver. Only someone from the Platinum Club could be trusted. Hence the call to Frank and, since he was the most junior member, it fell to him to perform this rather demeaning chore. It was as Frank had suspected and it did not initially bother him. That was of course until the General told him who they were going to collect. It was Katie, Frank's wife. Frank froze with fear on hearing this awful news. How could this be, he asked himself? Katie had promised him that she would remain faithful. That was part of the deal. And yet here she was agreeing to see the General again and be his whore. His heart sank in a wave of despondency. The General refused to allow him to stand there and dwell on things for too long. Time was precious and he was eager to get his hands on Frank's wife again and to humiliate him in the process. So he immediately ordered Frank to put on a Ministry of Defence uniform, which was in the front of the car, gave him Katie's home address, which of course he already knew, and ordered him to drive. In the same sleepwalk state that Frank had found himself during the photo shoot, he dressed as ordered, climbed into the car and set off. At first he thought his wife would inevitably discover that he knew what was going on, since she would see him driving the car. But one of the first things he noted when he got inside was the blacked out dividing mirror which separated the driver and the passengers. The General explained that during the journey via the intercom, that this was especially designed so that the driver could look at the back but the passengers could not see the driver. Gave an element of privacy to the passengers but still complied with new security measures. Once they arrived at Frank's house, he was ordered to reverse into the driveway rather than drive head on. The General told him that he wanted the bitch to enter into the car as quickly as possible without alerting any of the neighbours. It also meant that the bitch would not see Frank sitting in the driver's seat, which was far more important than maintaining Katie's dignity. So this is how Katie's husband found himself, with the General, waiting to see if his wife would enter the car with all the inevitable consequences that would follow. As they both waited, Frank desperately hoped that his wife would not emerge, that she would stay in their home and save their marriage. So, with that in mind, he closed his eyes and silently prayed that she would not appear… Of course, a few feet behind him, the General hope that no expected, a different outcome. Who would be right? The General, of course. As he had confidently predicted that only after five minutes of waiting, the door to the car opened and in entered Katie, dressed exactly as she had been ordered to and nervously licking her lips at the prospect of what was to follow. “Do come in my dear and make yourself comfortable.” The General said that as she sat herself down in the deep black leather seat next to him. And as she did, her micro mini skirt rose up her delicious thighs revealing, to the General's greedy eyes, all of her legs. As instructed, she was wearing brown stockings with white suspenders, which were now clearly on display to the General's hungry eyes. Katie made no attempt to cover herself up, indeed she crossed her legs exposing more of the lovely flesh above the tops of her stockings. The General licked his lips as he devoured her young body. “Driver, let's go!” he then barked to Frank. Frank, who had been previously been given directions to the General's country retreat, set off. Frank could not believe it, his bitch whore of a wife was betraying him. Again. And he was being forced to be party to this heinous act. Of course, he could stop the car and confront Katie, but if he did that he would lose his job and no doubt his wife. And despite her betrayal, somehow he still wanted to keep her. He knew what this made him, but by driving his wife to her fate told its own story. As such, he looked back into his rear view mirror to see what the General was doing to his wife. The General had calmly placed his old big hand on to one of Katie's young, delicate legs and was slowly moving them up to the tops of her stockings where there was a nice expanse of naked flesh. The General took a minute or two to savour their beauty. She was his. And he could now do as he pleased. “So, you decided to come.” “Yes, Sir,” “What made you change your mind? You seemed so reluctant on the phone. Worried about your husband?” “Y-yes.” “Why? Open your legs.” He ordered and Katie obeyed without hesitation or question, immediately uncrossing her legs and spreading them wide open for the General. The General's hand immediately went to her inner thigh and started to stroke her. His hand was now just inches away from her wet pussy. “I love my husband, and I don't want to hurt him. This is wrong, b-but I couldn't help it…” “Why couldn't you help it Katie? Why, if you love your husband so much, are you here, alone with a man old enough to be your father, dressed in a way that he could not possibly approve of?” “Oh, General, please. P-please don't talk to me like this. I am here, isn't that what matters? Oh, General…” At that moment, his hand had moved over to the young wife's pussy and he had started to rub her clit through her thong. “Oh, General, Sir, oh that feels good…” “Then answer the question, bitch, or I will stop. Why are you here with me?” “B-because I want to feel your giant cock again, Sir. I want to be fucked again by men who know how to fuck me, Sir… Oh that feels good, I am so wet. I am so hot…” “And you can't get that from your husband, can you Katie?” The General had now managed to insert two fingers into Katie's dripping wet pussy and the bitch was beginning to pant like a dog in heat. “No, no General I can't. I can't.” “And are you willing to betray the man you love for some big cock? Take your jacket off and open your shirt. I want to see your big married tits, you dirty whore.” As ordered, she unbuttoned her jacket and removed it. She then unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her shirt and opened the folds to reveal two beautiful naked breasts. All the while, the General had kept his fingers up her throbbing cunt, fucking her gently. “Yes, Sir, I am willing to betray my husband to fuck you and any other cock you order me. Oh, Sir, I need it so bad, I am a whore who craves big cock. Oh! Oh! Oh…” The General looked over at the panting whore. She looked so alluring, with her legs spread wide, her shirt open revealing her big tits, which shook deliciously as she panted in response to his delicious fucking. “Yes, you do need to be fucked. You do need to be treated like a whore. And there is no time like that the present for you to fulfil your destiny. So, I want you to kneel between my legs, take out my cock and suck it until I cum down your throat, you dirty bitch.” The General, to Katie's regret since she was close to cumming, then removed his fingers from of the bitch's cunt, leant back, spread his legs and waited for his bitch to follow his orders. As he did, upfront, thanks to the General leaving the intercom on (deliberately of course), Frank had been able to listen to every word as his wife made her terrible confession. Strangely, he felt nothing other than being turned on. Seeing his wife submit to the General so easily and quickly and how she had dressed for him (she would never wear an outfit like that for Frank) made his dick hard in anticipation. He now knew that he was a nothing more than a sad cuckhold and, as such, eagerly awaited the next stage in his bitch whore of a wife's degradation. Katie, meanwhile, effortlessly slid on to her knees and crawled over to kneel between the General's spread legs. The back of the limo was plush and big so there was plenty of room in which Katie could perform her whore like duties. The outlines of the General's massive cock were already visible through his army trousers. Wasting no time, she unzipped him and removed his enormous 11 inch erect cock. It sprang out with force and slapped her across the face. “First, I want you to lick and suck my balls, bitch.” Katie immediately lowered her head and started to lick his enormous sack. As she did, she kept her hand on his big cock, gently rubbing it. At that point, the car had come to a stop at a red traffic light. The passengers did not have to worry if anyone outside could look in as all the windows were tinted black. Frank, however, took this opportunity to look back so as to get a better view of his wife performing fellatio on another man's balls. He could not see much because the General was facing him (he was grinning intently) but he got a good view of his wife's rear. Kneeling between the General's legs and licking his balls meant that Katie had to thrust her delicious arse out. Of course, wearing a micro mini was useless in protecting her arse and all of her beautiful young bottom cheeks, framed by suspenders and set off with a white g-string, was on display to her husband. Her breasts hung heavily down out of her open blouse, and they swayed back and forth as she serviced the General's giant balls. It made a beautiful spectacle to the watching cuckhold which, but for the traffic light changing from red to green, he could have happily enjoyed for a good while longer. As he drove off, he continued to watch his wife's unfaithful activities via the rear view mirror. “Now, lick my cock, you whore.” Once more, Katie obeyed her Master. As she did, the General looked down and marvelled at how quickly he had been able to turn this young, religious, conservative wife into a cock sucking loving whore. He thought about how young she was, and how innocent she had been until she had met him. Indeed, at 21 years old, she was as old as his youngest daughter. Of course, the General thought to himself, his daughter was no a whore. [Of that he was sadly mistaken, as all will eventually be revealed in the forthcoming story, “The General's Daughter] Indeed, he had never been averse to fucking his daughter's friends, even when they were as young as 16. As he pondered how he loved the flesh of young women, Katie was happily applying sweet, girly kisses all over the General's big, ugly cock. It was so big that when she rubbed it, her hand could not clasp it fully. She also noted her big, shiny, diamond engagement ring which contrasted sharply with the cock that she was holding. It reminded her of her marriage and loving husband. Oh poor Frank, she thought that she loved him so much, he was so sweet, so tender, but he could never treat her like a dirty whore. And she needed to be treated like a whore, like a bitch whose sole purpose in life was to make her body available for other, bad men. Thankfully he had no idea that his wife had become such a big cock loving whore… “My dear, do you like Daddy's cock?” It was the first time that the General had ever referred to himself as “Daddy”, but thinking about the age difference and his own daughter, he thought it appropriate. In turn, Katie instantly liked the idea since she recognised the gulf in age between the two and the fact that such an old man could take advantage of someone so young, well it made it all the more wicked. Rubbing his cock and looking up at him, with those innocent, baby blue eyes, she replied, “Yes, Daddy, your little girl likes your big ugly cock. Do you want me to suck Daddy's cock? Do you want your little girl to suck Daddy's cock until you cum down her naughty mouth? Is that what you want, is that what you want your naughty girl to do?” The General was now panting with delight at how quickly the bitch was prepared to follow his lead. “Yes, my dear, suck Daddy's cock. And if you are a little good girl and suck it properly, there will be more treats for you…” And with that Katie opened her mouth and immediately swallowed half of the General's great big cock. “Oh, yes, that's it bitch, suck Daddy's big cock. Suck it good. You know you want. That's it, suck it all the way down, you dirty bitch.” Katie immediately obeyed and lowered her mouth over the General's 11 inch monster so it completely entered her young mouth. The General then placed his hands on the back of her head to gently guide her up and down. Not that she needed much guidance, such a proficient cock sucking whore she had become. “Oh yes, look up at me, look up at Daddy when you suck his cock. That's it. Oh you poor thing, you are crying, I take it my big old ugly cock is causing his little girl to cry. Do you want to stop? Do you want to stop sucking your Daddy's big cock because it is making you cry?” It was true, the enormity of the beast that poor Katie was being forced to serve caused tears to swell up in her sweet innocent eyes and to fall down her lovely cheeks. Of course none of this meant that she wanted to stop trying to please her Master. So, taking the cock out of her mouth and looking up at the General, she replied, “No, Daddy, I don't want to stop serving your big cock. Please Daddy, please allow me to suck you off until you can take your pleasure in your little girl's mouth. Then I promise to swallow all of your naughty spunk. Please Daddy. Please…” And, to emphasise the point, she planted numerous girly kisses all over the enormous plumb of his dick. “Yes, dear, suck Daddy's cock until he cums. Oh yes, suck me hard, you dirty little fucking whore. That's it, take all of my cock, squeeze my balls… Yes! Yes! You are serving Daddy's cock well…” For the next few minutes all Katie did was to suck on the massive member and to gently massage the General's big old balls. The General meanwhile just leant back in his seat and allowed poor Katie to do all the work. It was her duty, after all. And she performed it well. Very well, in fact, for it did not take too long for the old man to reach his climax. “That's it bitch, suck my cock. Suck it all, you dirty whore. Daddy's going to cum in your mouth and you are going to swallow it all for me. Aren't you? Aren't you? Oh yes! Oh yes! Daddy's cumming. Daddy's cumming. Oh, Daddy's cumming, ahhhhhh…” And Katie, as ordered, swallowed every last drop of the General's copious spunk. Just a few feet away from Katie, her husband was having difficulty concentrating on the road, such was the excitement being generated behind him. In his rear view mirror he could see the effort his young wife was putting to sucking the General's cock. Of course, she had never, despite his numerous requests, sucked his cock. She had been a cock sucking virgin until a week or so ago when she was forced to suck the General. Now she looked like she was becoming quite the expert. And as the General came down his wife's throat, Frank almost crashed into a car in front of him. He was shaking with excitement watching his wife perform as a whore and he was close to cumming himself. He hoped that with the General having taken his pleasure in his wife, he would be given a little respite and be allowed to concentrate on the road. Meanwhile Katie continued to milk her Master's cock for a good minute or so after he came, ensuring that every last drop of his precious fluid entered her young mouth. Once all the spunk had been drained from his mighty sack, the General put an end to things. “That's fine my dear. Please, come and sit here and rest for a while. You have performed admirably for someone so young, and so inexperienced in the arts of pleasing a man.” He was now playing the role of a “kind old uncle” rather than the domineering evil Master, which Katie was more familiar with. Katie got up and sat down next to the General. “Make yourself comfortable and take a little rest, it must be hard work sucking on such a big cock. It always amazes me how you girls manage to do it, keeping such a big cock down your throat for so long. It is really good stuff. “Now, we won't be getting to my country retreat for a little while yet so I suggest you make yourself comfortable. First, why don't you take your hat off, you must be quite hot in all that clothing…” The General was being a tad sarcastic since the bitch was hardly wearing anything at all. Nevertheless, Katie took off her hat and loosened the pin which held up her long blonde hair in a bob and let it fall down over her shoulders. “Good. Now, I think you should probably keep the rest of your clothing on… Yes, still keep your shirt open for me so I can see and have access to your big married tits. My, they are lovely, aren't they. What size are they? “34-DD”. Katie whispered. “Yes, so big, especially for such someone so slender. I must say, you do have the body of a porn queen, and other attributes to match. Tell me, do you enjoy sucking my cock?” “Yes, Sir, I do.” She replied without hesitation. “Don't call me “Sir” when we are in private. When we are alone, always address me as “Daddy”; but when we are with others, always address me as “Sir”. Do I make myself clear?” The General's dark fantasies were being revealed to Katie. His penchant for young girls and being their “father figure” were all too apparent, but for Katie, also all too appealing! “Yes, Daddy. I understand”. “Excellent. Now, be a good little girl and fix your Daddy a drink. I need a little break before we proceed any further. Get me a whisky, ice, no water.” Katie was now being asked to be his waitress as well as his whore. For any normal, self respecting housewife, this humiliating treatment would be all too much. But Katie just obeyed and crawled over to the other side of the passenger seat where there was a mini bar, TV, phone and all the other luxuries that one would expect to find in an expensive limo. As she started to fix her Master's drink, the General just sat back and watched as his bitch performed for him. She had to kneel like a dog and that allowed him to get a perfect view of her delicious young arse, framed by the deceptively innocent white suspenders and g-string. His mind then wondered to what Frank made of this all. He was sure he would have being playing close attention to his wife as she blew him off. What must he make of her now? She had never sucked his cock, yet she was quite prepared to go down on another man. It must have been humiliating beyond anything the General had experienced. The General knew that the two of them had tried to patch up their marriage, but despite Katie trying to be a good wife, clearly her love for Frank was no match for the General's cock and the way he treated her. Treat then rough, keep them keen. Never was a truer word spoken, the General thought that smiling triumphantly to himself. He himself was married into the aristocracy where his wife knew her place and duties -- she was to provide him with children and to be the perfect hostess. Whilst never explicitly discussing it with her, he took it as red that a man of his position was entitled to gratify his perverse needs outside his marriage. And that his wife had to accept that. (Not that she had any real choice). Of course Frank did have a choice, of sorts. The General was curious to know to what extent a man would be prepared to watch his wife becoming a whore. Admittedly, had he intervened, his career at his bank would be over. But the General was of the opinion that a real man would have intervened. Judging by Frank's display today and previously, the General knew that he could do whatever he wanted with his wife with no consequence. As the General mulled over this happy turn of events, Katie returned with his drink. She sat down and handed it to him. The General took it without offering a word of thanks or even a hint of gratitude. As he drank away, he picked up the phone, dialled a number, and proceeded to make a business call, all the while refusing to now even recognise Katie's presence. Katie in turn looked on lovingly at her cruel, ruthless Master, who was happily drinking whiskey and discussing business. As he drank away, it only reminded her of how thirsty she was, especially after blowing him off and drinking his salty cum. Yet she had not dared to make herself a drink as the General had never given her permission to do so. Her needs were completely irrelevant and this cold, brutal treatment of her only made her want to please him even more. With this in mind, Katie decided to expose all of her stocking clad legs to her Master. Shifting in her chair, she hitched her skirt so far up that it came to rest around her waist, not only did this reveal all her legs, it meant that her naked bottom was in direct contact with the leather sweat. She then spread the folds of open shirt even wider so that all of her big tits were on display. She then crossed her legs, placed her hands demurely on her lap and sat back, waiting for the General's next command, happy in the knowledge that she had done all she could to show off her young body to this old beast. The General, noticing what Katie was doing, looked over and finally acknowledged her. He smiled at what he saw. Katie was looking at him, with that desperate needy look of a whore in heat. She was displaying her body in a desperate bid for attention. He saw that her tits would wobble up and down in response to the movements of the car. She was some whore. Not to disappoint her, the General placed one of his hands on her legs and gently stroked her flesh as he carried on with his call. The bitch would get his full attention shortly, but business was business. Thirty or so minutes passed and the General was still on the phone and was still happily stroking her leg. Every now again her had fondled her shaking tits but he was happy, for now, just to stroke her legs. The car had moved off the motorway and they were now driving down a narrow country lane. They were clearly not too far from the General's country retreat. Finally, he finished his call and took one last gulp of whisky. Putting his glass down, he once more turned his head and looked over at Katie. He was now ready to continue sampling the delights on offer. Smiling at her, he eyed her up and down in an approving manner. He was ready to give her his full, undivided attention. “Tell me, my dear, why do you enjoy sucking my cock so much?” He asked that grinning from ear to ear. The General had decided to engage in a spot of verbal humiliation, he always liked his bitch's to openly admit to being a whore. Some of them found it more difficult than the actual act in question. It added to the intensity of the occasion and made them even more submissive and compliant. By speaking out loud to what they are and what they were doing, it invariably drove them on to further acts of depravity. Of course, in this instance, it had the added benefit of humiliating her husband who was listening in via the intercom. In response, Katie just looked at him nervously. She did not want to answer the question. Like those other women, admitting out loud that she was a whore was proving to be difficult. Seeing that Katie was finding his interrogation tough, the General slyly moved closer to her, putting one arm over her shoulder in a deceptively comforting manner, and using his other hand to fondle her big married tits. She looked at him in the hope of some respite. Part of her was thankful for the attention on her horny body, the other part of her wanted him to cease humiliating her further by forcing her to confess to being an unfaithful cock sucking loving whore. The General however said nothing, fully confident that the bitch would answer. And of course he was correct. Katie knew she had to obey by answering him truthfully and honestly. Licking her full red lips and, with her big baby blue eyes looking directly into his, she whispered, “Oh Daddy, I like sucking your cock because it is naughty, and I know it pleases you so much.” On hearing this, the General laughed. She may have found it difficult, but at least she was being honest. “Yes, it is very naughty, isn't it? Do you suck your husband's cock like you suck mine?” “No, Daddy, I have never sucked my husband's cock before. The only cock I have ever sucked is yours.” Katie replied, licking her lips and looking ever so innocent, all of which did not fail to go unnoticed by the General. “Why do you suck your Daddy's cock and not your husband's?” The General was now starring into the young wife's eyes with a scary intensity. He was just an inch or so away and poor Katie was panting with excitement at this aggressive, lewd interrogation. “Daddy, I suck your cock because you order me. I suck your cock because you treat me like a whore and dominate me in a way that my husband can't. I suck your cock because it is so big and so powerful… I don't suck my husband because he has never forced me to… Oh Daddy, you treat me like such a bitch, I can't get enough. Daddy, is there anything else I can do for you? Is there anything else I can do to please your great big cock? Oh Daddy…” Katie was delirious with desire and was panting like a dog in heat. The General's rough mauling of her breasts had only furthered that forbidden desire, as did the gentle nuzzling of her neck as the General, for the first time ever, started to kiss her. He was surprisingly gentle and tender, which contrasted sharply with the rest of his behaviour. In response, and without any prompting from her Master, Katie's hand reached out over towards his groin and she once more took out his cock from his army pants. It was still relatively flaccid but nonetheless still quite big and Katie's dainty little hand started to gently rub it in order for it to once more regain its strength and power. The General moved from kissing her neck and started to kiss her cheek, slowly moving towards her mouth. As he got closer, he found her mouth open, she was panting loudly. Katie was desperately hoping that he would kiss her properly and display, for the first time, some proper show of love and tenderness. Sadly for Katie, the General did not kiss her and instead, his mouth remained a couple of centimetres away from hers, tantalisingly close but not close enough. The General, of course, never had any intention of kissing her. That would have displayed a level of care and love that was inappropriate in current circumstances. She was there to solely serve his base pleasure, not for love and care. For that he went home to his wife and dog. Not to his whore. So, remaining just a few centimetres from her panting mouth, with measured assuredness but still speaking in a gentle, soft tone, the General said. “There is something I want you to do for me.” He then paused for effect. Katie was still breathing heavily. Naively she thought he was about to ask her to kiss him. She briefly imagined how passionately she would kiss him, and how she would tenderly stroke his face when she did, just like she would with Frank. “Yes, anything Daddy, anything…” She replied, looking lovingly into his cold eyes, desperate for some flicker of emotion. Of course, none would be forthcoming. “I want you to continue to rub your Daddy's cock until it gets hard and then I am going to fuck you. And do you know where I am going to fuck you? I am going to fuck you in your arse, you dirty little bitch…” Poor Katie let out a loud gasp in shock and horror. This horrific, crude request was, for Katie, totally unexpected and brought the poor girl right back down to earth. She realised then, in that second, that she would always be his whore, his piece of meat, to do with as he pleased and any ideas of being anything else was just a flight of girlie fancy. She then had to make a split decision. Should she concede her bottom to her Master, or refuse? She knew that a “no” from one his whores would be unacceptable. And to remain in his circle of depravity, a “yes”, to whatever he ordered, was a strict necessity. And Katie still so desperately wanted to remain in the circle of depravity. For that to happen, she knew she would have to sacrifice her bottom. At the same time as the General made his request, the car made a sharp swerve as Frank also reacted to this unexpected turn of events. Frank knew that Katie was still a virgin in her tight little bottom and that she wanted it to remain that way. He had, of course, asked her numerous times if he could fuck her there but she had always vigorously turned him down. But of course things were slightly different with the General… Meanwhile the General had moved his face away from Katie's and leant back into his seat, picked up the phone and started to dial away. The man was so confident, so Machiavellian, that he did not even bother to wait for a response. His wish was his command and he fully expected the poor girl to yield her tight, young virgin bottom to his big, old, ugly cock. Katie's hand meanwhile remained where it was, nervously rubbing the General's member in preparation for her bottom. She found that she could not remove it from this beast, despite every sensible bone in her body telling her not to allow this animal to enter her tight, virgin arse. But that sensible part of her died a week ago in the General's studio. Her pussy had now taken over. That is why she was here in the car, rather than at home making her husband's dinner. As such, her hand continued to gently move up and down as she helped this evil man get ready to fuck her arse. Copious amounts of the General's pre-cum began to be spurt out and cover her little hand, which in turn caused a squelching noise. A few weeks ago, performing this act would have been unthinkable. Yet here she was, semi naked, in the back of a car with a man she barely knew, a man old enough to be her father and with whom she was happy enough to refer to as “Daddy”, rubbing his cock in order for him to be able to bugger her. It was madness! The General had started to talk on the phone and it had become clear very quickly that this conversation would not be about mundane military matters. “Yes, I am on my way, we should be there shortly. Yes, yes, she is with me. What? Yes, she is good. Very good in fact.” He smiled as he looked over at the terrified bitch. He could see the fear in her eyes and this only made his dick harder. Clearly being buggered was something that she had not envisaged. “What has she done? Well, so far she has sucked my cock and she did that very well. Her pussy? No, but I am about to break her arse, I think that should be more useful preparation bearing in mind what is likely to follow today.” And as her “Daddy” spoke about her as if she was some horse that was being prepared for a show event, she felt that he was taking even more control over her young person. The fact that he felt able to demean her in such a cruel and horrible way, to a man on the phone that she did not even know, said to her that this man knew no bounds when it came to cruelty. And she was willing to take it. Perversely, for the poor bitch, this also happened to be a real turn on… “Yes, she is rubbing my cock in readiness for some arse fucking. Yes, I am sure the Ambassador and his friends will appreciate her. They are still coming? Good. Good. She will be a useful asset in the negotiations. A useful asset indeed… Just hold the line for a second… “Katie, my dear, why don't you be a good little girl and come and kneel between my legs… Yes, just as you did when you sucked my cock… Good… Good… Now, this time I want you take your big married tits and wrap them around my cock… That's it, you are going to tit fuck me… Rub your tits up and down my big cock… Excellent, you are a natural. Have you done this before? No, oh my, a tit fucking virgin. Beautiful. Beautiful…” As Katie tit fucked her Master, she noted the contrast between her beautiful, tender young tits and his big, ugly old cock. “Yes, yes, don't worry. The bitch will do exactly what I tell her to do. Are Claire and Alice there yet? Good. Make sure they dress up as ordered… Yes, stockings, suspenders and no bra. And give Claire a good spanking, she always loves it…” Katie heard the name of the other girls and wondered who they were and what the General plans were? She was not allowed to dwell on it too long since the General had taken hold of her head and was guiding her mouth towards his cock. “Suck my cock, bitch, make it nice and wet. Remember, this will be going up your tight arse in a few minutes so you want it as slippery as possible. Yes. Yes, that's it, suck it hard you dirty whore… “God, this bitch is good. To think she was just a normal housewife a few weeks ago and just look at her now; on her knees, in the back of my car, sucking my cock in order for me to bugger her senseless. Remarkable… What's that? Yes, I will make sure the bitch screams! Ha! Ha! Anyway, we are almost there so I need to take her now. Will speak to you shortly…” The General hung up and looked down at Katie who was frantically bobbing her head up and down, clearly she too saw the benefit of lubricating his cock as much as possible. “Driver, there is a farm lane just up on the right, slow down and pull in… Yes, just in here. Pull in… Just park the car up against this hedge… I am just going to fuck this bitch and then we can be on our way…” Frank slowed the car down and pulled up so that he was parked up against a huge hedge. The car was now no longer visible from the road. And even if a farmer or walker came up to it, whilst they could see the driver, they would be unable to see anything that was going on the back due to the blacked out windows. As he turned off the ignition, he looked behind through the dividing glass to finally properly see what was going on. And still there was no urge on his part to intervene. In fact, Frank removed his erect 5 inch pecker and gently started to rub it. The sight of his poor wife, kneeling subserviently on her knees, sucking another man's cock in order to help him anally fuck her, well, it was all a little too much for the poor chap. Meanwhile, in the back of the car, the General grabbed Katie's head, by pulling on her blonde hair, and yanked her head off his cock. With the car now stationary, it was time. “My dear, Daddy's now going to fuck you in your arse. So, be a good girl, turnaround, get on all fours, arch your back a little so that I can see your delightful little anal hole and get ready to be buggered.” Katie looked up at the General in utter fear at what he was asking her to do. For a couple of seconds she did not move. She reviewed her options, obey and get arse fucked. Disobey, here, where there was no where to run? He could still take her regardless. So, in almost a trance like state, as ordered, she slowly turned around, shuffled on her knees a couple of feet forward, lowered herself down so she was on all fours, dipped her back and thrust her bottom out until she felt a rush of cold air on her anal opening. As she slowly and innocently presented her young, married bottom to the General for him to fuck it, she thought to herself that this was more than any straight forward fucking. This was much more. For Katie, this was rape. She had not asked to be buggered. She did not want to be buggered. She was being forced, against her will, to be buggered. The fact that she had got on to all fours and presented her bottom to her Master was, for her, irrelevant. What else could she do? Alone in a car, in an isolated back country lane with the General and his driver, there was no escape. She had no choice but to comply. Had she refused, the General could have no doubt taken her bottom regardless. So, technically, she was right, this was rape. anal rape, the worst possible kind. As Katie waited to be raped, her head was now just inches away from the dividing screen between the passenger side and the driver's. Since it was just a mirror on her side, and she could not see through, she assumed that the same applied for the driver and this would afford her a level of privacy. She would have been horrified to learn that not only could the driver actually see everything that was going on, but, more importantly, the driver was her husband whose face was now just inches away from his unsuspecting whore of a wife. Frank pressed his face up against the glass to feel closer to his wife. Still she could not see him, all she saw was the reflection of a horny bitch, licking her lips and panting like a dog in anticipation of having her bottom brutally raped. And Frank had no intention of intervening. He wanted his wife to be anally fucked. He wanted her to be taken as roughly as possible. For him it was a win-win scenario, she got to feel pain, which Frank felt that she deserved, and he got to feel pleasure, watching his wife in pain by taking a huge cock up her arse. It was quite something for a husband to feel this way about his wife. How did it ever come to this? As Frank mulled over this question, the General made his move and of course her “rapist” had no compassionate feelings towards his victim. She was there for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. He did not bother to worry himself with the ethics of all this. Her consent was of no relevance to him, all that he had to concern himself with were with the considerable needs of his mighty cock. And at this moment, hic cock required her bottom, notwithstanding her clear reluctance to offer it to him. If that made him a rapist, so be it. He had raped before, and would no doubt rape again. A bitch's sole purpose in his life was to satisfy his needs. Anything else, they could get from their loved ones. As such, the General calmly lowered himself off his seat so that he was kneeling behind his poor victim's bottom. He looked down at it and marvelled at its flawless perfection. It had an innocent charm to it, the way it was framed by frilly white suspenders. Its innocence and virgin status, and the fact that she was being forced to offer it to him, just made him appreciate it even more. He placed his hand on one of the cheeks and tenderly stroked it. It felt so smooth and girly. He then noted the g-string that still lay snugly within the valley of her bottom cheeks. It was easy to miss, it was so tiny. And whilst its purpose was purely for his pleasure (no woman ever wore them for comfort), he now felt that it was no longer required, indeed he made a mental note to himself that in future, when in his presence, she would not be permitted to wear any underwear of any description, other than stockings and suspenders. A bitch should always wear these items to please her Master, but her pussy, arse and tits should always be readily available to him. So, grabbing hold of her g-string with both hands, he violently ripped it off causing poor Katie to scream out loud. He then dropped it on to the floor. For Katie it represented a white flag of surrender as her conqueror looked to take her bottom. The General then took hold of his big cock and started to slap her cheeks with it. “My dear, do you want me to fuck you in the arse? Do you want me to bugger your poor little bottom?” Katie turned her head to look at the General. The look of fear was radiating out from her. Naïvely though, she still thought that there was a chance that he could spare her bottom and, as such, she wanted to make a plea to him for clemency. “No, Daddy, p-please, don't fuck me in my bottom. P-please, take my pussy instead. Your cock is too big. I don't think my little bottom can take it. It will hurt me so much, p-please, Daddy, please take my pussy instead…” “And Katie, would it make you happy if I took you pussy instead of your bottom?” “Oh yes, Daddy! Oh yes!” Katie screamed back. The General was of course playing with the poor young girl. He wanted her to plea for mercy. He wanted her to beg for him to stop. But he had no intention of stopping or of doing anything other than fucking her bottom. Her pleas only added to his dark pleasure. Indeed, the more she pleaded, and the more he let on that there was a chance of escape, the greater her sense of disappointment would be when the General finally entered her arse. And of course, the greater his sense of delight for the General that he had been so cruel with her. He said nothing in response to her pleas and just carried on stroking her arse, looking down at its beauty. It would not be long before he would be taking it, he thought that but he could wait for a little while more. Katie foolishly thought that she was making progress with the General and he could spare her bottom after all. So, sweetly and innocently, looking up at him with those big, blue eyes, which now had tears swelling up in them, she pressed on with her girly, naïve pleas, not realising how much they actually added to her attacker's dark pleasure. “Daddy it would please me greatly if you fucked my tight little married pussy! I know your cock is so big and it will hurt my pussy, but you have not fucked me there yet. You can take me there! And when Jack did, I did so enjoy being fucked by a real man… You see, I have never had a big cock in my pussy before Jack. Frank was the only one I had… Oh Daddy, please. Please….” The General just gave her a sweet smile, it was almost one of kindness. Poor Katie, not yet fully understanding how the Generals mind operated, carried on. “And Daddy, I think my little pussy is still very tight. My husband has never been able to fuck me properly there, but I know you can. I know you can treat your little girl like the whore she so desperately wants to be. Oh Daddy, fuck my pussy. Fuck it hard…” The General stopped smiling and started to lightly spank her bottom cheeks. He wanted them red for what was about to follow. “You really do want me to save your arse, don't you bitch?” Spank! Spank! Spank! A tear trickled down poor Katie's cheek. “Yes, Daddy, I do. Please don't fuck me there, I don't want it. Anything but that please…” She replied, in all sincerity. Spank! Spank! Spank! “Are you saying that if I anally fuck you, it will be against your will?” Spank! Spank! Spank! More tears, more sense of desperation. “Yes, Daddy, oh yes Daddy, it will be against my will. P-please Daddy, don't do it. Spare me…” Spank! Spank! Spank! “Are you then saying that if I were to bugger you, I will be raping you?” Spank! Spank! Spank! Katie had now turned her head back towards the front of the car and was starring at her reflection and that of the huge, towering presence of the General who, kneeling behind her, had a stern look of evil determination as he continued to spank her bottom. Each firm, crisp spank alternated between each beautiful, young, innocent cheek. She realised that her chances of surviving were rapidly diminishing. The look in his face as he spanked her was of a man determined to take whatever he wanted. But whilst she contemplated her fate, she found that the spanking, just as it had done in the film studio a week or so ago, was making her pussy soaking wet. This, despite the genuine fear she had of been anally raped. It was a strange contrast in feelings and one that she found difficult to explain. Was rape a turn on for her, she wondered? “Are you then saying that if I were to bugger you, I will be raping you?” The General asked again, but this time louder and sounding annoyed that she had not responded immediately. His spanks also became that bit harder. Still no answer as she pondered his question. Was this actually rape? Technically it was, if she refused entry. And she was refusing. Clearly she did not want her bottom fucked and the fact that the General was so obviously teasing her by asking her about being raped, meant that he liked the idea of raping her. This would fit in with the nature of the man. His penchant for very young girls and domination could easily progress into a fantasy of rape. Especially anal rape. And had his attitude triggered in her an unexpected, dark fantasy? She actually had never previously fantasised about being raped. But alone, in a secluded country lane, where no one could help her, with a man as powerful, domineering and cruel as the General, on all fours, semi naked and having her bottom spanked, perhaps that was changing all that? After all, her pussy was now dripping wet. True, that was partly in response to the spanking, but she also felt that the prospect of being taken against her will could well have been a major contributing factor to her horny state. She also realised that in order to please the General (and deep down that is all that mattered to her) she needed to respond truthfully to his cruel interrogation, which meant, whilst admitting that she did not want the General to anally fuck her, she could not however let on that she was turned on at the prospect of being taken against her will. After all, no rapist wanted his victim to consent. Spank! Spank! Spank! “Answer the question bitch!” The General growled. Spank! Spank! Spank! So, Katie answered the General honesty, and in a manner that would appeal to him. “Yes, Daddy, it would mean that you are raping me. I don't want you to fuck my tight little married bottom, so please, Daddy, don't rape your little girl. Don't rape her poor little bottom. I don't want to be raped. I want to be a good little girl. I want to be your good little girl but please don't rape my bottom…” Katie could now hear the General pant in excitement. His spanking was getting harder and harder in response to her desperate pleas. Clearly Katie was correct and the General was turned on by the prospect of raping this young, innocent girl. And as the spanking continued unabated, Katie wondered how many girls he had raped before, just like this, in his car, in a dark, secluded country lane, or in a secluded part of town, where no one could hear the screams? She also wondered what the driver made of it all and if he ever partook in these activities, thus making it a gangrape? She groaned at the prospect… In fact, the General's usual driver was sometimes offered a piece of whoever the General happened to be fucking -- a bonus for years of loyal service. But not today. Not when the piece of meat in question was the wife of the driver! Frank was actually frantically rubbing his cock, utterly turned on at seeing his wife being readied for the inevitable anal assault. He had fantasised about raping her anally. Many times. He just never had the balls to pull it off. Unlike the General, who he was fast beginning to admire. Spank! Spank! Spank! “Yes, bitch, it would be rape. But do you think your Daddy cares? Do you really think he cares about what his little girl thinks?” Spank! Spank! Spank! “Oh yes Daddy, I hope he does care because his little girl so wants to please him with her mouth and her tight little pussy…” Spank! Spank! Spank! “So please Daddy, allow you little girl to please him. Take your little girl's little married pussy. Oh Daddy, it belongs to you, it will always belong to you… Ooh, Daddy, p-please be gentle” Katie's pussy was getting wetter as her pleas were becoming more desperate and as it became more apparent that she was going to be anally raped. Spank! Spank! Spank! “Ouch Daddy! Ouch! You are spanking me too hard. P-please Daddy, go easy on my poor bottom. Don't spank me so hard, don't rape my bottom. Daddy, please, please fuck my little pussy… Oh Daddy…” The General ignored her and continued to punish her poor bottom. After a minute or so, having turned her bottom a deep shade of red, the General suddenly stopped. All that could now be heard were the sounds of deep heavy breathing emanating from the both of them. The General looked down and, seeing her beautiful bottom so wonderfully abused, and the way she had pleaded with him not to anally rape her had turned him on to such a degree that he could barely contain himself. His heart was pounding away and, for a man in his 60s, had he not been in supreme physical condition, the excitement could have easily caused a heart attack. Meanwhile for Katie, the pain radiating from her reddened arse and the impending anal rape had turned her into a panting whore of a dog. She was still terrified at the prospect of being buggered, but at the same time the prospect of anal rape had caused a burning sensation in her pussy. It was a few seconds before the General finally spoke. It was time. “Bitch, your feelings are irrelevant. You should know that by now. Your body belongs to me, for me to do with as I please. You will dress and do exactly what I say and your opinions are neither sought, nor required. “So, why don't you be a good little girl, reach back, take hold of your Daddy's cock and place it at the entrance of your arse. You are now going to be anally raped.” The General could barely get his words out, such was his excitement. Initially, Katie did not move. She was slightly shocked that the General was asking her to be complicit with his rape. He thought that he would, and should, do everything himself. But then she realised that this was all part of him humiliating her and making her his subservient bitch. As such, Katie knew that she had no choice but to obey. She knew that rape victims rarely had choices. So, with a little reluctance, but still prepared to fulfil his fantasy of rape, she reached back with her right hand and took hold of his rock, hard cock. When she held it, she thought that she had never felt it so hard before. It felt like a rod of steel. Clearly rape was the ultimate turn on for this animal. Then, shaking with fear, she placed the mighty head of the beast at the entrance of her tiny anal opening. Once she had done that the General replaced her hand with his and took over. Then, with much force, he forced the head of his cock up her arse. She was now being anally raped. And as the General burst through the poor bitch's tight sphincter, Katie let out a huge scream as hot flashes of pain cursed through her young body. “Agggghhhhhhh, take it out! Take it out! It's too big! It hurts! Ooooh, Daddy, please, take your big cock out of my bottom. It hurts! It hurts!” The General's response was one of supreme indifference for all he did was to slide a further 6 inches of his 11 inch rod into the young wife's tight rectum. “Daddy! Stop! Stop… it is too much, p-p-please, Daddy, stop raping my poor b-bottom. It hurts! It hurts! Daddy, your little girl is in a lot of pain… please take your big cock out of my little bottom, p-please…” As she spoke, she turned her head back to once more stare at the General. Tears were streaming down her face as she felt her bottom being ripped wide apart with the General's rod of steel. She looked so beautiful in that desperate, pleading state. And it took a man of complete ruthlessness and indifference to ignore her pleading, baby blue eyes. And the General was such a man and in response, all he did was to lean forward, grab her big tits, which hung heavily down from her slim body, and, shock of shocks, kissed her panting open mouth for the first time. Her mouth accepted the General's tongue as it swilled around her mouth. She was still panting with fear but managed to respond to the General's surprising act of affection by seeking out his tongue with hers. As they kissed, the General mauled her big tits, roughly pinching on her nipples, but he took this opportunity to slide the remaining five inches of his cock into her tight anal channel. As he pushed his way through with some considerable force, poor Katie let out a muffled scream. Once the General had reached his target of 11 inches of big cock in her virgin anal channel, he stopped kissing her, straightened up and looked down at her poor bottom. “That's it bitch, take it all! Take all of Daddy's big old cock in your tight young arse.” Spank! Spank! Spank! The General's familiar pattern of punishing his victim as she was forced to submit to his evil will continued unabated. Katie meanwhile was experiencing pain that she had never thought possible. “Aggghhhh, Daddy, p-please! Take it out! Take it out! It hurts. Oh my God, it hurts so much. Your cock is too big, it is splitting my poor bottom. Daddy, p-please…” Spank! Spank! Spank! “You want me to take my cock out of your bottom don't you? You want your Daddy to stop buggering you, don't you?” “Oh yes, Daddy, I do, I do! It hurts, it hurts, your cock is so big. Please take out! Please stop raping my poor bottom…” Katie replied, in genuine pain. Of course her desperate pleas only inflamed the General's passion further as he slowly started to withdraw his mighty cock from her anus. Katie, for a brief, foolish moment, thought that the General might be actually listening. But, when only the head of his cock remained in her, in one brutal thrust he rammed the remainder of his huge cock back to her tight bottom. “Yes, bitch, I am raping your bottom, so take that you dirty little whore!” Spank! Spank! Spank! “Oh Daddy, p-please stop! You are buggering my little bottom. Ooh, Daddy, you are raping my poor bottom. Oh! Oh! Oh!” Spank! Spank! Spank! He then started to slowly fuck the poor girl's arse, all the while spanking each cheek. Katie could do nothing other than remain dutifully on all fours, bottom pushed out fully available for him to rape. And the General did just that raping her bottom, devouring her delicious, tight married cheeks. He could not remember a time when had had felt his cock so hard nor a bottom so tight. Spank! Spank! Spank! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That was all that happened for a few minutes. Brutal anal fucking and spanking. And it did not take long before her arse began to adjust to being forced to serve so much big cock and, as it did, the General quickened his thrusts, eager to derive as much pleasure as humanly possible from this evil form of sex Katie meanwhile was just staring at herself in the mirror, which also served as a divider between the passenger side and driver's. And the reflection she saw would have shocked any normal, self respecting middle class wife: what she looked at was such a respected middle class wife, but that's where any sense of normality ended since she was on all fours, her shirt was open and her bra-less tits were shaking back and fourth; her skirt was bunched up around her slender waist, revealing all of her arse, which was deceptively framed by frilly white garters attached to a white garter belt and which held up brown stockings; her beautiful face was in a constant state of shock; tears were streaming down her face and her mouth was wide open screaming out were the words “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Katie could also clearly see the source of her distress, the General; she was able to look at this huge old brute of a man, fully dressed in a British army General's uniform, his 6 ft 3 frame towering over her petit body and who was violently thrusting in and out of her little bottom, raping her; his face had a look of pure evil determination about it and was covered in sweat, which was now dripping off his face and he was constantly spanking her, punishing her bottom as if being anally raped was not punishment enough. And whilst Katie may have been experiencing pain that she had never previously thought possible, the General, of course, was experiencing the exact opposite: pleasure that he had never once thought possible. For Katie's arse was, quite simply, the tightest hole he had ever fucked. And he had fucked some holes in his time. It was so tight that at first, he feared that it would rip the skin of his dick off. But it soon opened up allowing him to cruelly fuck her. And boy did he fuck her. His look of evil determination was actually one of pure pleasure and, so immersed was he in fucking her, the only thing that mattered to him in the world at that particular moment was her bottom and the pleasure it was giving him. There was nothing else he could focus on. He did not care for, one second, of the pain that he was causing her, his pleasure was all that mattered. And he spanked, not because of any general desire to spank a naughty wife's bottom, (which he often did), but because he genuinely wanted to punish her. And why did he want to punish her when she was allowing him to anally rape her? Because he knew that whatever may happen in the future, he would never experience pleasure like he was experiencing at that moment. No woman could ever come close to possessing a bottom as tight as this bitch's. And even if he fucked Katie's arse again (as no doubt he would), he knew it would never be quite as good as the first time. So he wanted to hurt the bitch, for not only giving him the greatest fuck, but also because he knew that once you reach the summit of the highest mountain, everything else would be a disappointment. Of course, this kind of treatment would repulse most normal women. But not our Katie for, after a few minutes of pure anal fucking and spanking, something began to change in her. Something she never thought possible. She began to enjoy being buggered. The change in her stemmed from the fact that the big cock in her bottom had ignited in her hidden, perverse feelings that she never knew existed. And as her arse felt like it was going to be ripped open with each thrust, her pussy started to get wet. This in turn led to a change in response and, in no time, gone were the howls of protest and instead, what started as a slow murmuring of pleasure, turned into groans of approval. “Ooh, ooh, yes! Yes! Fuck my bottom harder. Oh! Oh! That's it, Daddy, rape my bottom. Rape my bottom with your big old cock. Oh, Daddy, you are so strong…” Katie found herself saying these things without thinking. Indeed, one wondered if she knew what she was saying, such was the combination of pain and pleasure that she was experiencing. It was actually the perfect combination for any whore. “You like it bitch, don't you? You like me raping your bottom, admit it, you dirty whore!” The General said that delighted that the bitch was taking to be anally raped (they all did). He then grabbed hold of poor Katie's blonde hair and yanked her head back in order to inflict more pain on to her poor, young person. “Ouch! Oh Daddy, be gentle, be gentle…. Oh Daddy, you are raping my bottom, you are raping my bottom. Oh God yes, yes! You are raping my poor married bottom! Oh God, that feels so good…” Of course, her “Daddy” was now doing no such thing, for any notion that Katie did not consent to being anally fucked had well and truly gone out of the window. But she still wanted to continue with the fantasy of being “raped” since she derived so much pleasure from it. And she felt the General did also. “Yes bitch, I am “raping” your bottom, but you love it, don't you? You love being dominated by your Daddy. And by his big old cock. Admit it you bitch! Admit it!” And as he spoke the last few words, he spanked and fucked the poor wife even harder, causing her to scream out. “Ouch! Oh, Daddy. That hurts! Oh, that hurts. Oh! Oh! Oh!” “Admit it bitch!” Spank! Spank! Spank! “And take that you dirty whore. ” Spank! Spank! Spank! “There, take all of Daddy's big old cock in your dirty, married arse.” Spank! Spank! Spank! “Come on, bitch, admit it! Tell me how much you love Daddy raping your virgin arse!” Spank! Spank! Spank! As the General fucked and spanked her harder, this caused poor Katie to come to the brink of an earth shattering orgasm. But just before she got there, she finally admitted what the General already knew. “Oh yes Daddy, rape me harder! Rape me harder! I love that big cock up my poor little bottom. Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck me, Daddy! Spank me, Daddy! Oh, I have been such a naughty little girl. Oh, Daddy, I have been a naughty girl… That's it, fuck my bottom! Fuck my bottom! Fuck my bottom… Spank me! Spank me! Oh, God, Daddy, I am cumming. Don't stop, I am cumming…” On hearing this, the General could not help but to cum too. He wanted to delay the inevitable as long as possible, in order to continue to savour her bottom. But upon hearing the young wife's dirty confession, he could not help but to empty his sack into her arse. “Aggggghhhhhhhhhh, you bitch, take my spunk in your arse, you dirty little whore. Aggggggghhhhhhhh…” And he came, emitting copious amounts of hot warm spunk up her once virgin rectum, filling her completely. And Katie's poor husband, sitting just inches away from his panting wife, also came. He came over his pants whilst he watched another man cum in his wife's arse…