Big Dummy Pt. 01

"They raped me," Kyle whispered so low Jill almost didn't hear him. With the admission he collapsed to the floor.

'My God, the one thing every woman on the planet fears happened to him!' Jill thought as she sank to the floor beside him and wrapped him in her arms. "Who raped you, Kyle?"

"Tara would drug me then tie me to the bed and let her sisters and mother 'ride' me." Tears were flowing down his cheeks. "Her mother wasn't in the video I took but both of her sisters were discussing how they each wanted a turn so they could get pregnant. Their mother had already had her baby." Kyle scrubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Val, their mother, told me the other day that allowing her sisters and mother to have sex with me was Tara's way of defying the one controlling her after he told her I would never get another pussy," Kyle took a shuddering breath, "and then, when I'd ask her the day after, if she had enjoyed it, Tara would insult me, calling me dummy and stupid and idiot, said once I was too stupid to be breathing." Kyle was surprised to feel Jill's lips on his in a gentle kiss.

"Kyle, how long has she been insulting you?" the question was softly asked.

"Ever since I met her,"

"Do you still have the video?" Jill inquired.

"I have a copy of it, why?" his skepticism was clear.

"Can I see it? I have a hunch," Jill was seeing signs of herself in the things Kyle was telling her about his wife. Kyle shrugged nonchalantly getting to his feet he lowered his hand in offer of helping Jill to stand. "Not bad for a twenty-eight year old woman, huh?" Jill asked seeing his eyes roving her body again.

"It's easy to see you take care of yourself," he said as he picked up her luggage, waving his head indicating she should follow. As they passed by the kitchen entry she saw his plated dinner on the table looking like it hadn't been touched yet.

'Damn, I must've interrupted his supper. If nothing else I'll make sure he eats tonight!' she thought to herself as they continued down the short hall. "Kyle?" Jill inquired as he set her suitcase on his bed. Her eyes glancing to the ensuite bathroom. 'It doesn't look very big,' she thought to herself as she sat, naked, on his bed, 'single man, living alone, just how big a bathroom does he need?' she snorted in her head.

"I only have the one bed in the house. I'm sorry. I'll sleep on the couch," Kyle said as he moved to the closet to hang her garment bag on the hanger rod. He reached up to pull a box off the shelf.

"No you won't, Kyle. You'll sleep right here with me, naked, with your cum running out of my pussy and your cock covered in our mixed goo," Jill told him, her eyes making clear it was non-negotiable. 'Hopefully with your cum covered cock nestled in my ass crack and your hand firmly ensconcing my tit,' she finished in her head. Without acknowledging what she'd said he placed the box on the bed and opened it. Her glimpse inside showed her a binder and several CDs or DVDs, she wasn't sure. Grabbing two jewel cases he handed them to her then closed and put the box back in the closet. Both were emblazoned with the logo of a private investigation service. 'So that's how he found out what was going on,' she thought to herself, 'I'll bet that hit him hard.'

Having removed her skirt before leaving the bedroom Jill was totally naked except for her strappy heels. This time holding her hand out to him she led him into the kitchen/dining room. Motioning for him to sit where his plate was she took it, placed it in the microwave and started it. Upon the ding she placed it back in front of him, "I didn't know I interrupted your supper. Please, eat," She interpreted his raised eyebrow as him asking if she was going to eat too, "I ate before I got here," then she smiled, "but I do hope you have eggs for our breakfast in the morning...?" her voice drifted off sexily.

'I love you, you big dummy. Please, be the man I know you are and save me from that asshole.' It was at the end of the third segment, the screen black as Tara had just turned out the lights in their bedroom. The little camera finally made its adjustment to the lower light and they could just make out the shadow of Tara leaning over him then they heard the kiss she gave him, 'please,' It was a heartfelt, pleading whisper. A few moments later the next segment started.

"You've never seen that, have you?" Jill asked after she paused the player. Kyle shook his head. "Probably never got past the first section?"

Kyle shook his head again, "No, it was just too painful,"

"Well, I got some good news for you at least," Jill said a sly smile on her lips. Seeing his quizzical look she continued, "That woman loves you with everything she has." She declared. Tears brimmed Kyle's eyes.

"I abandoned her!" Kyle spat out.

"No, baby, you didn't abandon her." Jill said taking him back into her arms and trying to comfort him. "The biggest thing about D/s relationships is communication. She should have told you what she was needing, instead of insulting you and hoping you'd figure it out." Jill's eyes went out of focus, "She reminds me so much of me... before Art found me," she said softly her eyes moving to stare at the floor. Feeling him pull back she looked into his eyes, "I met my husband at a party about a year after I graduated from college. He made me laugh, he was witty, and he could carry on a conversation. Long story, short; we married and about six months after that we started sniping at each other, insults, putdowns, and plain knockdown, drag out fights. I'd only been at the company for about three months when my first company Christmas party came around, anyway, my husband and I got into a big argument: insults, derogatory words and other assorted names were flung at each other, right there in front of the Execs, God and everybody else," she paused to marshal her thoughts, "I was standing there realization dawning I had just launched a giant torpedo into my career, tears were starting to roll down my cheek when I felt a hand grab my arm and start, very forcefully, dragging me away. Looking that way I saw my husband was also being forcibly removed from the area. I was thinking it was some sort of security taking us to a holding cell to await the police for disrupting the venue." She paused a sly smile creasing her face.

"And that's when Joseph, my husband, started bucking at the hand that was holding him. Then, all of a sudden, THWAP! Joseph's head jolts forward. Then this low, feminine growl comes from behind him, 'You will behave yourself, NOW!' and he gets another crack to the head and he becomes docile as a box full of newborn kittens. I crane my head further back to see who's whacking my husband's head and there she is: the fucking Goddess! Honey brown hair in waves down to her ass. Ice blue eyes. Sculpted nose. High cheek bones. Earrings dangling half way down her swan's neck. Gold necklace, the diamond pendant sitting pertly between her C cup tits. The body of the dress was so tight I could see her abdominal muscles moving as she walked behind us. Gorgeous apple sized ass cheeks twitching with each step. Sky blue painted toes peeking out from under the dress' hem with each step, a silver strap gleaming just above." Jill stopped there to savor the memory.

She came back to herself, "I had experimented in college with other women, but they had never done anything for me. But this woman, I was instantly in love with. I would've done anything for her." she said sighing. "They led us into an empty office the man basically flinging us in. They followed then closed and locked the door." Jill looked at Kyle and saw his interest in her story. "The office was a couple of doors down from your current one, and Art was in your position at the time and maybe four years passed his divorce. His wife was a high priced lawyer. 'Your behavior was atrocious!' the lady barked at Joseph. 'And yours was no better!' Art was staring right into my eyes when he said it, I felt like I was five years old getting scolded for stealing cookies from the jar." She paused, smirking at the memory. "Then they looked at each other, nodded and said, in unison, 'lick my pussy/suck my cock'. I was stunned but a tingle shot up my spine and I looked at Art and, in a voice full of command, ordered me to suck his cock again. Anyway, to finish this history lesson off quickly, I sucked Art's cock and Joseph licked Zoe's pussy and the connections were made. I have been Art's secretary/slave, and Joseph has been Zoe's slave, ever since. A little FYI: Art never works with males. Zoe never dominates females, but she's a switch and will be with females as a sub." Jill stopped her story there and looked at Kyle.

"Wow," Kyle muttered softly. He stared blankly at the floor, processing everything he'd just been told.

"And as for the hunch I told you about earlier?" Jill said pulling his attention back to her. "It was that Tara is a submissive because she was acting just like I was, without a Dom, I had no rudder, wasn't getting what I needed, the same as Tara." Jill sighed again. "You didn't do anything wrong in your marriage. Tara should have told you what was going on with her; she should have told you she needed you to step up. By the time she did, you were drugged out of your mind and sound asleep."

"Why did you volunteer to help me?" Kyle asked idly curious. Jill just looked at him blankly for a moment then cleared her throat.

"I guess the truth is always best, huh?" Jill asked rhetorically. "Well, it's kinda complicated and it's kinda not. When I saw your cock outlined at the office the other day I knew I wanted it. And when you called Tara your ex-wife Art had me call and re-verify you were still married to her... you are. She never filed for divorce. Yes?" she could see he wanted to say something.

"The day I left she had the divorce papers in her hand... I filed. She just never followed through," It was Kyle's turn to sigh. "When I was at the home office last week she ambushed me at the Starbucks' across the street; apparently there is someone in the HR department -- Cat(?) -- who follows up on me and then passes the information on to Tara." Jill could see the anger flooding his eyes. "Telling me how it was all my fault her family was all broken now and how she couldn't live without me..." Kyle thought back to the pleading entreaty. "Anyway, re-verify? How do you know so much about me, and why?"

"Its company policy to pull a full background check on all of our employees, because you never know what might cross your desk." Jill said in a monotone, like she was reading out of the employee handbook.

"Well, nothing's ever come across my desk so I must be one of the 'do not show anything to' people." Kyle's eyes hardened as something clicked in his head. "Are you telling me the company knew about Tara's cheating before I did!?" his anger filled eyes landing on Jill's.

"Umm, unfortunately, they probably did," Jill said nodding. Her voice was contrite, yet her eyes pointed at the floor unable to meet his harsh gaze. She looked back at him, "As for you being one of those people, you never would've been promoted if you were, and your name damn sure wouldn't have been put forward for this latest promotion."

"How could they promote me knowing my wife was a slut who fucked anything with two legs?" Kyle asked perplexed, shaking his head trying to figure it out.

"Kyle, just between you, me and this couch... the big bosses at HQ know for a fact twelve women at the office are Art's slaves, that he fucks them on and off company time and they know his wife is a switch, yet still hold him in favorable status." She watched his reaction closely, making sure he understood her. "Now, as to the other reason I volunteered," she paused long enough Kyle didn't think she was going to tell him. "When you left the office after our brainstorming session Master caught me sitting at my desk all dreamy eyed. He looked at me and straight out said 'you want to fuck him', it wasn't a question, he made it a statement. I looked my Master in his eyes 'I want him to put his babies in me!' and I said it loud and clear so he wouldn't make any mistake about what I had said. His eyes got big and his mouth went open and then I said, 'Yep, at least two. He's a man, he's broken... but he's a man!'. I thought Master was gonna have a heart attack on the spot because I had never, ever, told him I wanted children. Because Master knows how I see my husband." Jill said that last part in a soft whisper, a tear slowly rolled down her cheek as she took a stuttered breath. "I love my husband, but he is not a man and I have no respect for him as a man. He is a walking ass-pussy with a dick hanging in front of it," Jill raised her sad eyes to Kyle's, "he's nothing but a flat chested woman with a dick who sucks other men's cum from other men's asses, while other men fill him with their cum and he loves it. I have refused sex with him since well before the Christmas party I spoke of earlier," Kyle's look of shocked consternation and his mouth opening and closing like a fish had Jill giggling in seconds.

"JILL?!" Kyle exclaimed finally finding his voice. Which only made Jill's giggles turn into full out laughter.

"What?" Jill was able to get out between laughs. Her final look of amused innocence was just too much for Kyle.

"I always thought your husband looked a little effeminate, but I never knew you held him in such low regard," Kyle said as they started calming down.

She pursed her lips deep in thought for a moment then raised her eyes to his, "While he was eating Zoe's pussy right beside me that first time I had no problem with it; not a bit of jealousy or anger... maybe a little bit of envy," she smiled poutily at that, "but none of the others. The following two weeks were awesome; we didn't fight, argue... nothing! We had conversations about the house and the bills and how work was going. Of course, I was getting banged daily by Art, whether it be in the morning, at lunch time or he asked me to stay late I was getting fucked six ways to Sunday. Joseph was doing his thing with Mistress Zoe, meeting her every night wherever they met. I was under the impression that since she had him eat her pussy at the party he was getting pussy regularly from her as her slave. Then our first D/s party came about. Art had invited me the Monday before and said bring your husband. So we arrived around seven Friday night and there was a big buffet set up; all top tier foods. A few hours later and everyone had grazed and nibbled their way through the buffet and as people start taking off their clothes Art and Zoe drag us to an area where there are like couch cushions laid out" she saw Kyle nod his understanding, "with a bunch of naked men standing around. Art helped me disrobe and Zoe helped slash ordered Joseph to disrobe. Art ordered me to all fours so I dropped. I raised my head in time to see Art moving behind me as he pulls his cock out then I feel him enter in one thrust, which was no problem, as I'd spent the last two weeks taking his cock daily. But when I looked at Joseph there was a man behind and in front of him with their dicks in him with Mistress Zoe standing there watching the whole thing. I'm thinking Mistress is making him do that and I will definitely say something to Master Monday when I get to work."

"It was all him, wasn't it?" Kyle asked softly into the gap Jill left. She nodded.

"Yes," Jill took a girding breath "on Monday morning I stormed into Art's office and demanded to know why Mistress Zoe forced my husband to do that with those men. When Art told me Zoe didn't force him to do anything, that it was all his choice, I literally collapsed into one of the chairs in front of his desk. I must've turned a few shades of green because Art launched himself out of his chair and placed his trashcan in front of me thinking I was gonna be sick." A wry smile appeared on her face. 'I was even more aghast when he asked me why I was so shocked about it, didn't I know that's what he was doing when he met with Zoe during the week." Jill took a deep breath. "Anyway, fifteen minutes later Art is apologizing like crazy while putting me into my car with one of the interns driving and another following to bring him back." A smile creased her face.

"What?" Kyle asked.

"Oh, just remembering the threat Art leveled at the two interns," Jill said a wistful look in her eyes. 'If either of you touches her in any way other than to help her into her house I will cut your fucking nuts off and hang them from the ceiling over your desks so you can look up pining away wondering what the fuck you did wrong!' even in my fugue I knew he was completely serious." She shook herself. "By the time Joseph got home that evening he had been moved to the guest bedroom and, as we were upside down on the house and cars, that's where he's been ever since." Jill took a deep, seemingly cleansing, breath.

Kyle stood and held his hand out to Jill. She took it and he pulled her to her feet, then led her into the kitchen. "I have not yet tasted this particular brand, yet someone, somewhere told me it was a good one for sipping while doing absolutely nothing. You interested in trying it with me?" He asked holding out an unopened bottle of wine for her perusal. Her nod caused her tits to sway slightly much to Kyle's delight.

The wine poured, tasted and approved by both they were back on the couch. "Jill, are you serious about wanting to have my babies?" Kyle asked. He had been shocked when she'd it earlier and had to make sure he'd heard her correctly.

"Yes, Kyle, I am serious about wanting to have your babies," Jill purred, "at least two if you're okay with it?" she took a sip of her wine and Kyle could see she had a thought. "And don't worry about Tara finding out, she has no leg to stand on."

"I know," Kyle said and smiled at her. "After seeing and hearing her plea earlier," his voice trailed off, "I will probably end up taking her back, but I would like to learn what is required to control her so what happened back then never happens again."

"I would say you're gonna have to collar her," Jill said. Seeing the confusion on Kyle's face she elaborated, "You put a collar on her so as to mark her as yours,"

"A collar?" Kyle asked, still not sure of what she was talking about. "You mean like a dog collar?"

"If you want," Jill said, "it could also be a slut/slave collar or even a simple choker she wears to show she's been claimed." She added, tentatively. Kyle was looking at the floor realizing how much he didn't know. "Kyle," Jill said softly bringing his attention back to her. "Did you see the anklet I was wearing the other day in Art's office?"

"What's an anklet?" Kyle asked plainly. His face flushed, his embarrassment was at an all-time high for showing his stupidity in front of Jill.

"It's like a bracelet, but worn around my right ankle instead of my wrist," Jill said. "All of Art's office sluts and slaves wear one while they're at work." She paused to look at him, "Yes, they all wear them on their right ankles, and if Art finds one not wearing hers that day they will be punished, usually during lunch," she smiled, evilly, "and, Kyle, all but three of them are married." She smirked seeing the shock in his eyes.

"What!? Why?" Kyle was dumbfounded. "Why would they do that?" he spluttered out.

"Oh, you already know why I am, but I would imagine some of them aren't getting what they need from their husbands, or it could be they enjoy the punishments he deals out? I honestly don't know why they allow Art to dominate them." Jill had a thoughtful look. "I know there is one who leaves with Art's jizz in her and she makes her husband suck it out of her when she gets home... that would make the husband a cuckold and Art her bull." She added making Kyle cringe in disgust.