I Had the Best Intentions Ch. 02

"He did!" Heather exclaimed.

Her husband groaned, glaring at me. "You're in control now. It won't always be like this."

It took about a dozen hard whacks of the cane across his back to break my second cane. I walked around him, and whipped the broken cane across his face, leaving a nice little bleeding scrape. "If I blind you, you motherfucker, what kind of control will you ever have?" I stroked the shredded end across his cheek.

He turned his face away. "She wanted it. You know she did."

I pressed the broken end of the cane into his stomach, pushing hard. "You play with pain. For me, it's not a game. When I'm done with you, you'll understand that. If you survive this, and ever touch my wife again, ever speak to her, even look at her, I will kill you. I mean that literally. I will walk up to you, put a gun to your head, and blow your brains out. You'll never see it coming. You betrayed my trust, abused my wife, and you will pay."

I returned to Heather, standing with my wilted dick in front of her face. She opened her mouth, and I pushed it home. "You knew. You acted like you were so surprised, so angry, and you knew all along, bitch."

She whimpered as I used her mouth, keeping going long after I was hard, abusing her throat. I had no doubt she could handle it, this was a game for her. Not for me.

She cried out again, when I pulled the whip handle out of her ass. It only took me a couple of seconds to replace it with my own hard cock. I wasn't as big as her asshole husband, but I'd wear that ass out. She'd remember this one for a while.

"I didn't know. I was angry Master. He cheated on me too."

"So you took it out on my wife. Locked me up so I couldn't interfere, couldn't even speak." I was stroking her steadily, getting some pleasure out of her.

"Thought . . . it . . . best," she moaned, taking my deep plunges without complaint.

"Lying cunt. You wanted me out of the way. You abused my trust. We were supposed to be in this together, revenge on our spouses, but you betrayed me." I grabbed her hair and pulled back harshly, her head pulled back as far as it would go, restrained as she was.

"S-s-sorry, Master. My husband. He's my husband."

"He's a dead man," I grunted.

"No!" she whined. "Punish him, don't kill him."

I spread her ass cheeks, watching my cock pierce her repeatedly. Pounding her ass had been difficult to start, but now she seemed to take me easily, my entire length swallowed up on each stroke. I wanted to keep up the abuse, fuck her for a while, and then punish her asshole husband, but this time I had waited too long. It felt too damn good.

"Fucking sweet ass," I grunted.

"Yours, Master. Whatever you want. Don't hurt my husband, and I'll be whatever you want. I'll give you everything."

"You betrayed me, slut," I gasped, fucking her harder.

"I'll make it up to you. Let me. Please, Master. Let me make it up to you."

"Bitch!"

"Fuck my ass, Master. Take me. Own me."

I was close. So damn close. "Own this ass."

"All of me, Master. I'll be yours. Just don't hurt my husband."

"Fuck . . . fuck . . . FUUUCK!" I screamed, as I flooded her ass.

I leaned over, catching my breath, feeling her tight ass squeezing my cock, milking me.

"Damn, woman," I gasped. It was incredible. Everything I hoped it would be with my wife.

"Let me clean you, Master. Bring me your cock."

I slipped out of her, giving her ass cheek a loud slap. Man, I had enjoyed that. All of it. I wouldn't mind doing it again. Hell, I would do it again. I was in control.

I stood in front of her, and let her suck my cock clean, while deciding what to do next. I had so many delicious options. She had me half hard and was sucking noisily when I decided.

I grabbed the bullwhip. It was almost time for a break, and I wanted to give the bastard something to remind me of. His back was a criss-cross of bleeding welts, before I was finished. He was hanging limply during the last dozen or so, not even responding.

Taking my time, I picked up the tools I'd used, and put them carefully away. I had nearly finished, when the slut spoke.

"Master? Are we done now? Can you release me, please?"

"No, I don't think so, not yet. I'm still not sure if I'm ever going to release the bastard you married." I stopped in front of her, and wiggled my cock under her chin. She understood, and started sucking.

Once I was standing tall again, I rubbed her head. "You're a pretty damn good cocksucker, Heather. You get bonus points for that."

"Please, Master, may I speak freely?"

"Sure, why not?" I reached into the cabinet and pulled out the bullwhip. "This is just in case I don't like what you say."

She looked scared, but continued. "He did a terrible thing. He betrayed your trust, and he cheated on both of us. I don't know why he thought I would accept it readily, calling me home like that. I punished him last night, but obviously nothing like you have."

"You both betrayed me, slut. You led me to believe you knew nothing was going on. At the very least you knew the bastard hanging over there had a surprise for you."

She nodded weakly. "I did. I was still stunned to see what it was. I hope you'll believe me."

"You cuffed me and gagged me, against my wishes, surprising me."

"I was afraid, Master. Afraid you'd speak out and ruin everything. It's so easy to do. I did it for your protection."

"Bullshit. You wanted to keep me out of the way. You knew I wouldn't go along with everything you two did!"

"It was a mistake, I should have told you first. I knew you might get upset, and didn't want you interfering. You told us we could dominate her. You wanted her to experience the pleasure. We had to test how much of a pain slut she was, and how much she wanted it."

"You're right you should have told me first. You didn't. So I don't believe you. Your only desire was to keep me out of the way, while you let your husband rape her ass viciously. At your demand. I will never accept that."

"I'm sorry. I apologized afterward, and tried to make it up to you. You said you liked it."

"I'm torn. I needed to find out what she got out of it. The first time he was with her, he was a little rough, and she seemed to love that. You took it way too far. She understood that and left."

"We had to know--"

"He seduced her, behind my back. Fucked her. Friends don't do that. Not under any circumstances."

"You did it to me," she said softly.

"That's because we're no longer friends, and I did NOT do it behind his back. I did it right here in front of him."

"You've hurt him badly. He's paid his price. Please, John, let's end it. He won't try to get any revenge, I'll make sure of that."

I swatted her ass hard. "You will call me Master, slut."

She nodded. "Yes, Master."

"Good. Now I need to check on my slut wife. I'm not very happy with her at the moment. When I've dealt with her, then we'll see about ending this."

"H-h-how long?"

"I don't know. I'll probably be back my morning. It's Friday, no place special you have to be tomorrow, I imagine."

"We had plans, Master," she said.

"They've been changed. Your plans mean nothing to me, just like my marriage apparently meant nothing to that scumbag you called a husband. No more talking. I don't want to hear it."

She remained quiet as I dressed.

". . . sorry . . ." I heard, and looked back to see Mark was back with us.

I walked over to him, ready to start the beating again if necessary.

"Sorry," he said louder. "You're right. I saw it in her, and took advantage of it. It was a terrible thing to do to a friend."

"You SAW something?"

He nodded. "Her submissiveness. Her desire to be dominated. It's obvious to anyone who knows to look for it. It's irresistible. Heather's not a true submissive. To find one, right across the street . . ." he looked up. "It's no excuse. I'm sorry."

"And I suppose that's supposed to make everything better?"

He shook his head. "No. I don't imagine it does. I just needed to say it."

I stared at him, still unsure of my future plans. "That's a start. You're chances of surviving this just went up. No more talk."

I checked Heather's shackles, and content that she wouldn't be going anywhere, went up the stairs and headed home.

~ * ~ * ~

I didn't know what to expect, and I braced myself for anything. It still didn't prepare me.

Opening the door, I saw her jump to her feet. She'd been waiting, seated just inside. She was dressed in a robe, and her hair hung as it did when she washed it and didn't do anything with it. She had a look of fear and determination on her face.

"John, I did a horrible thing," she said.

I closed the door, and stood waiting.

She watched me looking for a response. When she got none, she continued. "I let myself get involved with Mark. Twice. Well, almost three times, but the first was only teasing, but it was more than I should have. I didn't mean to." She was obviously nervous, and any speech she'd prepared was failing her.

I waited her out.

She was crying when she started again. "I had sex with him yesterday. Oral sex. I . . . I don't know why, it was like I couldn't stop myself. I felt so terrible, so guilty, I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't. I went back today, to tell him it could never happen again. I swear that's what I intended, but again, once he started on me, I couldn't help myself. I'm a horrible wife, and I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did it."

"Did you enjoy it?"

She looked up at me, frightened. "Please don't ask me that."

I laughed. "Don't ask you that? Are you kidding me? I guess I got my answer."

"I . . . I responded. I hated every moment of it, but my body betrayed me. I couldn't help it."

"What did you do, Nicole?"

"I didn't do anything. They did. The tied me up and abused me horribly. I begged them to stop. I begged them over and over again. I pleaded with them, but they kept using me. They beat me, and hurt me, and used me sexually. I didn't want that. I didn't. I couldn't stop them."

"I don't believe you. I think you enjoyed it. I think it was the greatest sex of your life," I told her, moving closer, staring at her angrily. "You were a slut for them, and you loved it."

She started shaking. "No, John. They forced me. I responded, my body did, in ways that I never thought it would. But I hated it, and they hurt me. Hurt me badly."

"You came for them. You screamed out your pleasure. You squirted, while he plowed your ass with his big cock. Don't lie to me."

She stumbled backward, sitting on the chair, and grimacing as she did. "You know?"

"I saw you yesterday, you slut. I saw you come harder with him than you ever have with me. I saw you do things you won't do for me. I saw him do things to you, things you won't allow me to do."

"Yesterday? You saw me yesterday?"

"I did. I wanted to see if you would go back to him. I wasn't surprised once you did. Obviously you enjoy sex with him more than me. How could you cheat on me, Nicole? How?"

She brought her feet up onto the edge of the chair, curling up. "I don't know. He was so demanding, and he wouldn't accept no. I couldn't stop him. I tried at first, but I couldn't."

"You went back. You lied to me about what you did yesterday, and you went back for more."

"I swear I wanted to end it. I swear John. Once I was there, I couldn't. I don't now why. God, I wish I did."

"You went to him willingly. You weren't in that house five minutes before you were naked on his lap, asking him to spank you."

She looked up at me, shocked. "How do you know that?"

"I was there."

"You were there! You let them do that to me!" she shrieked.

"I was handcuffed to the radiator, and gagged. I saw everything."

She stared at me, stunned. "Then you know they forced me! I didn't want that. You know! I begged them not to do it."

"I know I heard you beg him to fuck you," I snapped.

"That vibrator, the teasing. They got me so worked up, I gave in. You know I tried to stop them."

"Nicole, you cheated on me. You did things for him you've denied me for many years. You begged him to fuck you. You had the biggest orgasm of your life when he fucked your virgin ass."

She clutched her legs tightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't want it. I didn't. They hurt me."

I started pacing in front of her. "Do you want to remain married? Because that's not the behavior of a loving wife."

"Of course I do!" she whimpered. "I love you. I made a horrible mistake."

"The way I see it, one of two things is going to happen. You can go upstairs and pack your stuff, or we can try to work things out."

"Please don't say that. I'm sorry. I'll do anything to make it up to you."

"I guess we'll see about that, slut. Because if you do stay, things are going to change around here."

"Change how?" she asked nervously.

I opened my pants, letting them fall to my ankles. I was rock hard. "On your knees, slut. Get on your knees, and suck your Master's cock."

Her face went under a series of transformation from shock to fear, and then sadness. "Please, John. Don't-"

"Shut up, slut!" I yelled. "You will refer to me as Master, and you will start your penance, or you will leave!"

She slowly crawled off the chair, and got on her knees. "Remove the robe, slut!"

She took off the robe, and knelt naked before me. I grabbed her head, and thrust my cock down her throat. I knew she could take it.

She sucked me. For the first time in our marriage, she sucked my cock. Not half as well as Nicole did, but she sucked me willingly, and before long, it seemed eagerly.

After all the day's activities, I was unlikely to come anytime soon. I enjoyed it, until I was ready to move things along. I reached down and pulled her to her feet by her hair.

She gasped. "I'm sorry, Master! What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing, slut. Come with me." I pulled her along to the bedroom, then sat on the bed. "Over my knees, you cheating slut. I'm going to blister your slutty ass."

She whimpered as she obeyed. Her ass was still red from her earlier treatment, and the lines on her back showed where she'd been flogged. She cried out from the first firm slap. The second one had her squirming.

"If you don't count them off, it'll go on all night."

"One, Master," she gasped, as my hand came down on her trembling ass.

"Is that all you say, slut?"

"Thank you, sir. Please can I have another?"

I only gave her a dozen to prove my point. I reached between her legs, and found the ample evidence I expected. She was dripping.

"This excites you?"

"Sorry, sir," she wept.

"I'm going to fuck your ass now, slut."

"Oh God, no! Please! It hurts so badly," she pleaded.

"You'll let your neighbor fuck your ass, but not your husband?"

"I didn't want to. They forced me. It was terrible."

"I saw how you came for him, slut!" She was still on my lap, and I walloped her butt hard enough for my hand to hurt, sending ripples down her legs. It made her scream. I was a little concerned that our neighbors would hear her, and considered gagging her.

Instead I threw her off of me, onto the bed. "On your hands and knees, slut."

"Yes, Master," she whimpered, getting in place.

I had no desire to injure her, and thought it was possible he had hurt her. I got the lube from the bedside table, and applied it to my cock. It was more than they had given her.

"Please, Master," she said softly. "Not my bottom."

I pressed the head against her, and it slid in. I guess she was still somewhat loose, even hours later. She moaned, while I started pumping into her ass. She had done it with him, she was damn sure going to do it with me. I was reclaiming her.

"This is my ass, slut! Only mine. Nobody touches it without my permission. Do you understand!" I slapped her bright red ass cheek.

"Yes, Master. My ass is yours."

I fucked her steadily, pushing deeper until she was taking all of it. "Your mouth. Who does it belong to?"

"You Master. Only you."

"And if anybody tries to take you from me again?"

"I won't let them Master. Never again. I swear!" she gasped at the end, as I slammed my cock into her.

"If you do, that is it for us. Do you understand?"

"Yes...Master," she groaned. She pushed back against my strokes. I stopped moving and watched her rock back and forth, fucking herself on my cock.

"You're a slut, aren't you?"

"Your...slut...Master."

I pushed her forward, onto her belly, and continued to fuck her ass. I reached underneath her, and started rubbing her clit. Moments after I started, I heard what I'd wanted. What I needed.

She screamed for me. For the first time ever. Her body stiffened, legs kicking out. Her hands grasped the sheets, clutching them tightly and she screamed. I kept rubbing her, pounding into her ass, and she went mute, shaking, before gasping deeply, and groaning.

"Did I say you could come, slut?" I growled, pounding into her ass as hard as I could.

"N-n-no...M-m-master."

"Fucking dirty slut. Coming from getting your ass fucked. I should throw you away and find me a decent woman."

Her ass was thrusting back against me. "No, Master," she moaned.

"NO?" I growled, squeezing her clit.

"AAAH!" she shrieked. I stopped, my cock buried inside of her, my weight holding her down. I squeezed harder, hearing the sharp intake of breath, then rubbed her.

She started pushing against me, her ass rising, but I forced her back down. She was sobbing, squirming, and I laid there.

"Fuck me," she finally begged. Like she had for him.

"No."

"Fuck me!" she cried, pushing back against me. "Please, Master. Fuck your slut. Make me yours."

I grabbed her hair, pulling it back, and pounded my cock into her ass, once. "Make you mine? You ARE mine."

"Yours," she gasped, neck pulled taut. "Only yours, Master."

"That's right. You would do well not to forget it."

"Sorry Master."

I pulled out of her. I wanted to finish inside of her, but there were things I had to do. I knew now. I knew.

"Get up, slut. Get up and put on your robe."

She gingerly climbed off the bed, and I saw the wet spot where we'd lain. It made me feel good. I stopped in the bathroom, and washed down my rampant hard-on. I wasn't done with my traitorous neighbors. Not yet. I pulled on shorts and a t-shirt, and took my wife by the hand. She gripped it firmly.

"I'm sorry, Master," she whispered.

I pulled her into my arms. "I know, baby. I love you."

She melted into my arms, clinging to me. "Love you so much," she mumbled.

I freed myself from her embrace and took her hand. I walked her to the front door.

"I'm not dressed," she whispered nervously, clutching her robe tightly closed.

"It's a short trip, right across the street."

"No! Please, John, not now, not like this. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't."

"I'm tired of hearing what you couldn't do. You will do what I tell you, and for now, that is follow me."

She clutched my hand tightly in hers, and followed along, a half-step behind. I opened the door, and her hand squeezed mine tightly. "Do not speak unless I tell you to. Do you understand, slut!"

"Yes Master."

She was reluctant, I could feel it, but she followed me down the stairs. She gasped when she saw her two rapists bound as they were. She stopped and I had to pull her to keep her moving. I didn't stop until we were standing in front of Mark, who was glaring at me.

"Eyes down, or I will beat you until you're unconscious."

He lowered his eyes.

"Who is your Master, slut? Me or that."

"You Master. Only you."

I let go of her hand, and retrieved the wooden paddle from the cabinet. I was tempted to use the bullwhip, but I didn't want to scare her too badly. "How many times did he beat you with this?"

"Twenty, Master."

"You will return that beating now. Nobody but me is allowed to beat that sweet ass of yours, understood?"