The Thankless Job Ch. 02

Like a flash she got the key and freed herself. I went back outside and walked down to the lake. I heard her come out of the house. I did not care where she was. If she disappeared, I would too. My money was mostly in foreign banks now. In a couple of hours I returned to the house and was surprised to find Britney on the couch. All of the knives were back in the block.

"I'm sane right now, Rod. Will you let me talk to you?"

"Sure."

"I've often thought I was mentally ill because of what I would do and how I treated people. I have often regretted what I did but I tried to run everyone away so I would have no one to torture. Then I would go nuts again and strike out and like it. In my entire life I have never been turned on as much as you have turned me on with your strength and control. When I felt that, I was ashamed and knew I was really sick. I came so hard when you raped me, I almost passed out. I have dreamed of that dozens of times. I know I am really sick. I do not want to hurt you but I enjoy receiving some physical pain from you. I have tried to force you to give me what I want without telling you that I wanted it. You decide what pill to give me. I will take it, every day, to prove to you that I want to be with you."

"Take off the robe and come to me."

"It's cold."

I stayed quiet. What did she have in the pockets? Under the robe? Hidden behind her? A light seemed to come on behind her beautiful green eyes. She stood and took the robe off, stepped out of her shoes, turned all the way around, showed me inside her mouth, spread her ass cheeks and opened her pussy's lips for me.

"I'm here Rod. I'm telling you the truth. Anything you want? Just satisfy me."

I stood and stripped for her. She had never really seen me naked. I led her to the kitchen table and stretched her out, face down with her legs still on the ground. "Watch me, Britney."

She turned her head when I went to the refrigerator and took out the celery, the carrots and the butter and laid them by her face. She lost sight of me when I went behind her, spread the cheeks of her ass and parted her pussy. I knelt down and began to lick her. She first moaned when I stuck my tongue into her cunt and wiggled it. She moaned again when I did the same to her asshole. She groaned when I stood and pushed my cock between her pussy's lips and half way into her belly. She was moving her hips slightly back to meet me when I picked up the celery. She did not imagine it would be my whip when I slapped it against her hot cheeks, thrust again, then slapped the cold stalk against her back.

"Again," she said.

I laid the celery on her back, spread her wider and worked my cock into her until I hit bottom and she winced when I tried to get the last inch in and her cervix was in the way. I set up a steady pace of thrusting in and out of her hot sheath and picked up the celery again. Slap, swish, slap, swish, slap. Pieces of celery were flying about the kitchen. Britney's back was reddening and welts started to rise. My dick was as hard as it had ever been. I must have expected that she would turn on me any second. I did not need to cum.

I scooped butter and packed her other hole with it. She flinched at its coldness. Her eyes were big when I retrieved the largest carrot and started to work the large end into her ass.

"Ever had anything up here?"

"Only a finger."

"You said, anything I want?"

"Yes."

Slowly she opened and the carrot began to disappear and rub against the head of my thrusting cock through her thin membranes. I held the carrot against my belly and fucked her two holes with my two cocks.

"Oh, my God. Yes, fuck me."

"I will. Suck another one." I pushed another carrot into her mouth and she sucked. Her eyes closed and her cunt was beginning to spasm. I changed the angle so the head of my cock would push into her g-spot with every thrust. She was enjoying the steady, even, smooth stimulation and the fantasy of three cocks. She was not ready when I retrieved the celery and began to whip her again.

Britney spread her legs wider. The tip of my cock pressed harder into her cervix's opening. She liked the pressure. She searched for it when I withdrew and then pushed across her spot, paused and eased as much of my cock into her as she could take. Then she would push back causing her own pain. Each time I could feel her inside mouth open a little wider to kiss the head of my cock. I let go of the carrot and she sucked more of it into her ass. I also watched her take most of the other one into her throat.

Instead of pulling back this time I pushed even harder and felt my helmet stretch her insides making room for my entire cock. Britney screamed, pushed the carrot deep into her throat and could not breathe. Her body convulsed for air. She would not pull it out. She wanted me to. I leaned forward, bottoming my cock in her cunt and driving the carrot to disappear into her ass. Her face was dark red when I pulled the carrot from her throat. She gasped filling her lungs with air and then exhaled noisily, cuming again from the stretching pain in her cunt. Then she made no sound but her belly was spasming around my cock. Her cervix's tiny mouth was nursing and I began to cum, feeding fed it with squirts of sperm.

I had cum but I was not softening. I pulled slightly away and pulled the carrot from her ass. She sighed. "Britney, you are not on the pill now."

"I know. Anything you want, I will try to give you."

I thrust in again, into the slick wetness that was the two of us. "You know I am falling in love with you."

"Yes, I knew today when you set me free and trusted me in the house alone."

"Turn around and sit on me so I can kiss you."

Neither one of us guided my cock but it found its way back deep inside her as she straddled my legs and lowered her body onto me. As I kissed her neck and cupped her breasts she giggled. "What is so funny?"

"You may have found a radical way to control my hormones."

She giggled again.

"What's so funny now?"

"What if it's a girl and you have two sets of hormones to contend with?"

With that I pushed her up, repositioned my cock and pulled her down again.

"God, that hurts. Push harder. Push that pole up my ass."

Her mouth devoured mine. Her saliva flowed into my tongue and I went wild with lust. She lowered her lips and bit my neck and I twisted her nipples. She bounced on my cock. I wanted to cum again but I just had. She took delight in my anguished face and bounced. I put her fingers on her own clit and ordered, "Rub."

In moments, her anguish matched mine. Her mouth hung open and she drooled onto my chest.

"I'm going to cum in your ass. Cum for me. Come with me, Britney. Now, please, now."

Her arms were around my neck, she was struggling to keep bouncing on my cock when her own orgasm overtook her. For a few brief moments she had the strength to go on. My cock was jerking in her bowels and she came pushing out our combined cum from her cunt into my pubic hair. Britney went limp in my arms.

I held her and knew, if only for this one moment, I had found my perfect mate. If only I could keep her together. I would please her, drink from her, put babies in her, struggle to live a long life to see her cum ten thousand times. Maybe, someday, she will let me see that she is content with me.

I carried her to our bed, in our room. I covered her, watched over her and protected her. Just before I dozed off my last thought was, "I wonder if the pain of childbirth will make her cum?"