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Archive name: hnymoon.txt (MF, Fdom/F, wife, forced)
Authors name: Parker (Address defunct)
Story title : Honnymoon

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Copyright 1994 by Parker (me). Feel free to reproduce and 
spread this story around (unaltered, of course), but be 
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Honeymoon (MF, Fdom/F, wife, forced)
By Parker (Address defunct)

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"Aren't you going to carry me over the threshold?"

"This isn't our home," I answered. "Just a weekend 
cottage."

"Still..."

Still.

And so, I picked her up and carried her through the 
doorway, across the threshold and into the cottage. Well, 
maybe cottage is a bit misleading; really, it's more of 
small mansion. My parents, however, had always referred 
to it as the "cottage", and who was I, now that they had 
passed away, to say any different.

"Uhmph..." I groaned as I carried my young bride down the 
entrance hall.

"Oh, stop it," she frowned, feigning anger. "I'm not so 
heavy as all that." She wriggled out of my arms and put 
her feet on the floor. She was right. Kate was a slender 
girl; not heavy at all. "Of course," she added, grinning, 
"you *are* an older man. Don't want to cause a heart 
attack."

"You..."

With a giggle, she took off down the hallway. I gave 
chase, but held back a bit, aware of my dignity. Perhaps 
too aware; Kate was always teasing me about being too 
stuffy. Well, easy for her to say. Kate was in her early 
twenties, over twenty-five years younger than myself. She 
was a masters student, doing her final year in history at 
the university. I had met her at a fundraiser for the 
university museum. One of my companies was a regular 
donor. We had started talking and, well... one thing led 
to another.

And here we were.

She let me catch up to her at the bottom of the stairs. 
"Old man," she laughed as I put my arms around her and 
drew her to me for a long, passionate kiss. When we 
finally broke apart, her breathing was shallow. 
"Hmmm...," she whispered, running her tongue along her 
lower lip. "Maybe not so old."

We kissed again.


I really can't say what she saw in me.

As I said earlier, I'm quite a bit older than her. Not 
old, exactly, but *older*. And Kate, well she was as 
beautiful a girl as I'd ever met: tall, slender, 
elegant... there weren't enough adjectives to do her 
justice. With her long, blonde hair, blue eyes and 
exquisite features, she could have been a model. I think 
that she could have had any man she'd wanted.

And she chose me.

"I have a surprise for you."

She raised her eyebrows. "A surprise?" She gave me that 
lopsided grin I'd come to know so well. "I love 
surprises."

I gestured towards the stairwell. "Upstairs," I told her. 
"In the spare bedroom."

"Mmmm..." She began walking up the stairs. I followed 
close behind. "I *love* surprises," she repeated.

I must admit, I was more than a little nervous as we 
walked across the landing towards the closed bedroom 
door. Kate was sexually adventurous - *god*; no one knew 
that better than me - but I wasn't sure whether I'd gone 
too far with this particular surprise. Kate also - and 
once again, I knew this better than anyone - had a 
vindictive streak in her. She was slow to hate, but when 
she did hate... well, it ran deep.

And so...

"C-Carl?"

"I believe," I said quietly, trying to sound more 
confident than I was, "you know Andrea."

For the first time since I'd met her, Kate was at a loss 
for words. Maybe that's not too surprising, given the 
sight that awaited her in the spare bedroom.

It was Andrea Cross.

Or, rather, Professor Cross.

Of course, Kate knew her. Professor Cross was - had been 
- a teacher in the English department at the university 
where Kate had began her masters degree in English and 
history. She had been Kate's tutor, and the single major 
reason why Kate had dropped the English component of her 
course. 

For some reason, the woman had taken it into her head to 
do everything she could to make certain that Kate failed 
out: unbearable course load; unreasonable schedule; 
impossible assignments... the works. Kate had borne it as 
best she could until halfway through the spring term 
before dropping the English courses. 

I tried to talk her out of it. It seemed like such a 
waste, particularly with professor Cross going on 
sabbatical the following term, but Kate, in tears, had 
had enough. 'She couldn't,' she told me, eyes red, 'bear 
another moment with Cross.'

Well, maybe.

Professor Cross - no, I really should call her Andrea, I 
suppose - was in her late thirties, only six years 
younger than myself, but she really didn't look it. From 
Kate's description, I had expected some cranky old 
battleaxe, and the first time I saw her - crying and 
struggling wildly as her clothing was cut away in the 
back of a moving van - I had been more than a little 
surprised.

She was a slender woman, with small, well-formed breasts 
and rich, shoulder-length auburn hair. If it hadn't been 
for her face - she had one of those thin-lipped, severe 
faces - she might have been beautiful.

I had seen her a number of times in the month since she 
had been taken: naked with her arms tied high above her 
head and her small breasts shining with sweat, striped 
red with the whipping she had just received; kneeling in 
front of one of Mistress Angela's guards.

She was heavily madeup lips wrapped around his cock while 
having her naked ass caned; squat-fucking herself on a 
massive dildo which had been stuck on a sawhorse, all the 
time rubbing her small breasts and moaning in simulated 
passion that she was a 'slut' and a 'whore' and that she 
needed to be fucked... but the sight of the woman as I 
entered the room behind Kate took my breath away once 
again.

Mistress Angela had outdone herself.

Andrea was on the bed, lying on her back. She was almost 
naked, wearing nothing but a leather collar, nylons held 
up with garters, and a pair of bright red pumps (at least 
six inch heels) strapped onto her feet. 

Well, that's not entirely true; she did have a thick 
leather strap around her middle to which her wrists were 
cuffed, but I don't know if that really counts for 
clothing. Her legs were spread, held apart by a spreader 
bar to which her ankles were attached. I noted that 
Mistress Angela had cut Andrea's hair quite short, in a 
spiky punk style, and dyed it a bright red. Nice touch.

Oh, I suppose I should mention the small, gold nipple 
rings to which a pair of cheery little bells had been 
attached. Mistress Angela had thought it a bit early for 
them, but I wanted everything to be perfect.

For Kate.

Andrea looked over at us as we entered the room, but 
didn't say anything. Her face, however, reddened when she 
recognized her ex-student.

"Oh my god... Carl." Kate walked slowly forward, her 
hands clenched together in front of her mouth. "What have 
you done?"

"Do you like the surprise?" Was it too much for her? 
Nervous, I walked past my new wife and over to the side 
of the bed where the bound woman waited silently. "She's 
perfectly trained." I reached down and put the back of my 
hand to Andrea's mouth. She flushed an even deeper red, 
her eyes darting between Kate and myself, but the 
training held. Hesitantly at first, but then with more 
enthusiasm, she extended her tongue and began to lick my 
hand.

An obedient dog.

Kate just watched, her blue eyes wide.

After a few moments, I extended my middle finger. Andrea 
stopped licking my hand; instead, she took the finger 
into her mouth and began sucking on it while making quiet 
moaning sounds. I watched Kate, but I was completely 
unable to gauge her reaction. Was she angry? Horrified? I 
couldn't tell. She just stood there, watching.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

I reached down and unzipped my pants. "She's spent the 
last month in training," I explained to my silent bride. 
"Being turned into the perfect slut. She's now not only 
able, but willing to satisfy a man or woman with any part 
of her body." 

On cue, my penis fell away from my pants, long and hard. 
Andrea let out a quiet moan and raised her head, 
straining her neck for a chance to taste it. I obliged, 
kneeling on the side of the bed. The bound woman twisted 
her upper body and took my cock in her mouth. I reached 
down, grabbed a handful of red hair, and pulled her head 
forward until her face was buried in my crotch. 

"See." 

I looked over at Kate, who still had not said anything. 

"She's been trained to have no gag reflex; she can take a 
cock almost all the way down her throat." 

I looked down at the top of the professor's head. 
Mistress Angela had recounted to me the countless hours 
of cocksucking practice Andrea had been subjected to 
before she had gained this skill.

It had been worth it.

I released her head and she slid her lips down my cock, 
all the time sucking and working her tongue. It was 
exquisite. Practice had indeed made perfect.

Still, Kate had said nothing.

Worried, I pulled my cock away from Andrea's mouth. A 
line of drool connected us for a moment, but then fell 
loose across the woman's chin. She fell back to the bed 
as I stood up and replaced my cock in my pants.

What was Kate thinking? Had I gone too far? Perhaps I had 
misjudged her; I had thought that she would be delighted 
to see her former tormentor brought so low, but maybe...

"Kate?"

Finally, she spoke. "Why," she asked quietly, "doesn't 
she say anything?"

I turned back to where Andrea lay on the bed, staring at 
us. "She's been trained to keep silent," I told her. 
"Slaves don't speak unless they've been given 
permission."

"Slave." Kate turned that word over in mouth, trying it 
out; tasting it. "Sla-a-ve."

I stood in silence, waiting for Kate's reaction. For the 
first time, I felt a wave of real fear pass through me. I 
didn't want to lose Kate. I couldn't...

She turned to me.

Her eyes were shining.

Tears?

"Oh Carl," she said, her face turning into one big, 
lopsided smile, "this is wonderful." I let out a loud 
sigh; I hadn't realized it, but I had been holding my 
breath. "Can I try her out?" She turned back to the bed. 
"Can I use her?"

"Of course," I answered, smiling myself. "That's what 
she's here for."

Kate immediately reached down and pulled up her skirt, 
giving me a view of her long, stocking-clad legs. She 
grabbed hold of her panties, pulled them down and 
slithered out of them, letting them fall to the floor. 
Then she clambered up onto the bed and swung a leg over 
Andrea, straddling her new slave with her thighs. 

Grinning, Kate reached down and took one of Andrea's 
breasts in her hand. She fondled it for a moment, paying 
special attention to the ring and bell. Then she gave it 
a vicious pinch, eliciting a small cry from Andrea.

"Oh, you bitch," my wife growled. She shook back her 
blonde hair and then shifted her body so that her 
pantiless crotch was positioned over the mouth of the 
bound woman. "Suck me, bitch," she ordered, grinding her 
crotch downward and letting her skirt fall over Andrea's 
face. Andrea must have obeyed, because Kate immediately 
got that dreamy look on her face as she slowly rode up 
and down on the other woman's mouth.

My mind went back to the first time Andrea had been 
forced to service another woman with her tongue. Mistress 
Angela had used Cynthia, a fat black woman, to train 
Andrea in the art of pussy sucking. It had been about a 
week into her training; Andrea had been pretty much 
broken and obedient by then, but it still took a solid 
caning before she would stick her tongue in her trainer's 
pussy.

I had been present for the first time, and remembered 
Andrea, tears streaming down her cheeks, nuzzling her 
face between the black woman's heavy thighs, sucking and 
licking for all she was worth. All the while keeping her 
reddened ass stuck out for the cane in case her black 
mistress detected a lack of enthusiasm. 

Cynthia had come, after a while, but had been far from 
satisfied with her student's performance. She had given 
Andrea a stern lecture and then forced the university 
professor to do it all over again, all the time calling 
out instructions, orders and threats.

I'd left soon after. According to Angela, it had taken 
almost two weeks of pussy and ass sucking, and, 
ultimately, toilet duties, before Cynthia had grudgingly 
admitted that Andrea had developed any facility at 
satisfying another woman.

That long hours of hard work had clearly paid off, as my 
lovely bride's cries and moans demonstrated. Professor 
Cross clearly knew her way around a pussy. Kate was now 
bucking up and down, riding her ex-teacher's face like it 
was a bucking horse.

Excited, I walked forward and ran my hands along the 
inside of Andrea's thighs. Andrea's legs were held apart 
by a spreader bar, and her pussy was clearly visible. It 
was, of course, completely devoid of hair. On Mistress 
Angela's recommendation, I had ordered that she be 
shaved, both in front and in back, and then subjected to 
electrolysis. Andrea was now permanently hairless.

I reached down and slid a finger into her exposed pussy.

Wet.

I smiled. Mistress Angela had done her job well. Slave 
Andrea was as helpless to control the humiliating 
reactions of her own body as she was to refuse the 
commands of her owners. It was perfect; her mind was 
still her own - she must be hating every moment of her 
subjugation and slavery - but her body couldn't help but 
react like a slave.

Since she was getting so excited, I decided to help out. 
I walked across the room, picked up a large banana from a 
bowl of fruit and returned to the bed. Kate was about 
done now, bouncing up and down on the bed as though it 
was a trampoline. I reached down and slowly slid the 
banana into the teacher's sopping pussy. She clenched her 
thighs, trying to prevent the penetration, but was 
helpless to stop it. I kept pushing, and managed to get 
it completely inserted, with only the tip sticking out, 
when Kate came.

I stood back and watched as my gorgeous bride bounced and 
screamed on the bed, her head thrown back and long, 
blonde hair flying all over the place. I'd never seen her 
come so hard, which was a little disconcerting, but I 
resolved not to be insulted. I had, after all, been 
responsible for placing this woman at her control. It 
must be more than a little satisfying for her to have 
control of the woman who had caused her so much anguish 
over the last year or so.

"Oh gawd, that was intense."

Kate brushed back a lock of blonde hair from her sweaty 
forehead as she pushed herself up to her knees and slid 
off the bed. Andrea gasped for air as her face appeared 
from under Kate's skirt. Her features were red and shiny 
with the younger girl's pussy juice.

Kate stood beside the bed, grinning down at her former 
teacher and readjusting her skirt. "Carl... how did you 
do this?" She turned towards me. "This bitch is supposed 
to be on sabbatical."

"That's what made it so easy," I told her. "She's 
supposed to be traveling in Europe. No one expects to see 
her for the next few months. It was dead easy to pick her 
up for... training, I guess you'd call it." I looked into 
my bride's shining blue eyes. "I know how much pain she 
caused you over the last year. I wanted to give you the 
perfect gift."

"Oh Carl..." Kate skipped forward and hugged me. "It *is* 
perfect; there are so many things I want to do to her!" 
We kissed. When she broke away, she dropped her hand to 
my crotch and felt the bulge. "Oh," she giggled, "but I'm 
being selfish, looking after my own needs while my 
husband goes unsatisfied." She looked over at where 
Andrea lay on the bed. "Does she suck cock as well as she 
sucks pussy?"

I smiled, thinking of the countless hours Mistress Angela 
had forced Andrea to practice her cock-sucking, first on 
dildos, then men, slowly training her to deep throat. In 
fact, I remembered the very first time. Andrea had to be 
strapped down and fitted with an O-gag so that she 
wouldn't bite. 

The trainer had crouched over her face and slid his huge 
cock into her mouth through the gag. Andrea had moaned 
and thrashed about, the tears streaming down her cheeks, 
but couldn't stop him from fucking her mouth until he 
came, shooting ropes of sperm all over her face and upper 
body.

She had come a long way since then.

"Oh, I think that she can manage something of that sort."

Kate laughed.

Within a few moments, we had Andrea kneeling on the 
floor. Her bonds were unchanged; we had just pulled her 
down and over the foot of the bed, so that she was 
kneeling with her legs spread. The banana slid out about 
an inch or so, causing Kate to laugh again.

"You've shaved her," she noted, looking at Andrea's bare 
crotch.

Andrea's face turned red again. "It's permanent," I told 
her, once again unzipping my fly. "It'll increase her 
resale value."

Kate looked puzzled at that, but didn't say anything. 
Instead, she ran her long, cool fingers over my rapidly 
hardening penis and then guided it into Andrea's waiting 
mouth. Then she stood back and watched as her ex-teacher 
sucked hungrily at my penis. I didn't use my hand to hold 
or help her; I just stood there as she moved her mouth up 
and down on my penis, alternately sucking and then 
running her tongue up and down it's length.

Once again, the practice had paid off.

She was a wonderful cocksucker.

Kate just watched for a few moments, making only the 
occasional comment regarding the technique displayed by 
her ex-teacher. I must say, I was right about her being 
able to hold a grudge.

"You said something about 'resale value'?"

"Yes." I fell silent for a moment as Andrea's tongue did 
the most exquisite things at the base of my penis. "It 
costs a lot of money to train a slave, particularly when 
they're not entirely... well, willing, to be blunt." I 
slid my cock back and she teased the tip with her lips. 
"Once they're trained," I continued, "however, there are 
a lot of people willing to pay good money for them."

"Who? Where?"

"Well, the Middle East is always good; there's always 
room in a harem for a well-trained white woman." Andrea 
moaned in fear. "There are a number of establishments in 
Mexico - well, two I can think of off the top of my head 
- that pay for new 'employees'." I looked over at Kate; 
her hand had dropped to her crotch and her face had taken 
on that dream-like quality I knew so well.

She was really enjoying this.

"And there's always South America. I understand that 
there are any number of drug lords or heads of state who 
would enjoy a new 'mistress'."

Kate let out a small moan. She walked around behind where 
Andrea was kneeling at my feet, threw her arms around my 
shoulders and ground her crotch into the back of Andrea's 
head. This forced the bound woman to take my cock all the 
way into the back of her throat just as Kate brought her 
lips to mine for a long passionate kiss. 

We kissed for a few moments, and then broke apart, 
breathing heavily; Kate continued to grind her crotch 
against the back of her ex-teacher's head, causing the 
bound woman to slide her lips up and down on my cock in 
time with the pressure. No more of that wonderful 
technique, but by then it didn't really matter. And, of 
course, the feel of Kate against me more than made up for 
any deficiency in the cock sucking department.

Not that Andrea wouldn't be whipped for it later.

Of course.

"Where else?" Kate whispered, biting my ear.

"On the other hand, there's no need to leave the U.S.," I 
answered, breathing heavily. "There are plenty of buyers 
available. I understand that there's a string of men's 
clubs that 'purchase' strippers to whore for them at 
their various clubs across the country." 

My thrusts became more violent as I approached orgasm. 
Caught between my penis and Kate's crotch, Andrea was 
helpless to do anything other than ride it out. Her 
nipple bells jingled in time with our movements. 

"There's also a certain 'Club' in California that's 
always looking for new talent." 

I began to move my hips faster now, thrusting forward as 
Andrea ground down. The bells jingled steadily now. 
Almost... 

"And, of course, there are the usual bikers or pimps who 
would be more than willing to take this slave off our..."

I could hold it no longer. With a groan, I jammed my 
penis down Andrea's throat and held it there as it 
stiffened and then released jet after jet of sperm into 
her mouth. Just as I did that, Kate let out a loud moan, 
and stiffened, all the while frantically running her 
crotch up and down along the back of Andrea's head.

"Oh gawd..." My beautiful wife wrapped her long legs 
around behind me and shoved hard with her crotch, pushing 
Andrea's face even further down onto my penis, if that 
was possible. Kate hugged me close and we engaged in a 
long kiss as we both orgasmed while Andrea gagged and 
gasped for air.

It seemed to last forever, but it couldn't have been more 
than a minute or so before we broke apart, both of us 
panting like we'd run a marathon. Kate unwrapped her legs 
and put them back on the floor. We stood like that for a 
few moments, just staring into each other's eyes.

I loved that woman so much...

I felt a continued sucking at my penis and looked down. 
Andrea, red-faced with the effort of holding her breath 
with my cock jammed down her throat, was still sucking at 
it, cleaning it. As she had been taught.

Kate let out a short, vicious laugh.

"Darling," she said quietly, toying with my hair. "I know 
it cost a lot of money to train her and everything, and I 
really like the thought of her being sold like you 
said... but... but, can we keep her? Just for a bit? We 
can always sell her later."

I smiled.

I had sort of been expecting this.

"Of course," I answered. "She's my honeymoon present to 
you. You can keep her for as long as you like. I've had 
the kennel fixed up in the basement so she'll have a 
place to..."

Kate cut me off with a long kiss of thanks.

This was one purchase I wouldn't regret.

Afterwards, I pulled my cock away and Kate stood back, 
leaving Andrea kneeling on the floor, her legs spread on 
the bar and hands still fastened to her waist belt. I 
turned to Kate to say something, but then...

"P-please."

It was Andrea. I looked down sternly. She had spoken 
without permission. Well, Mistress Angela had warned me 
that she wasn't fully trained. The slave would, however, 
be punished for it later.

"If you have something to say," I told her, "address it 
to your new mistress." I gestured towards Kate.

Kate grinned. "What is it, sla-a-ve?" She was still 
enjoying the word.

"Please, mistress," Andrea begged in a small voice. 
"Please. Can I... c-come?"

I looked a little closer and saw that the banana that I 
had inserted in her pussy was now three-quarters out and 
rested partially on the floor. Andrea was trying to 
spread her legs further so that she could press downward 
and create pressure on her clit. She was attempting, in 
short, to fuck herself with the banana.

Kate and I both laughed.

Here was Professor Andrea Cross, clad in leather collar 
and bound on her knees with her hairless pussy exposed to 
the world, small bells jingling as they hung from the 
nipple rings on her naked breasts as she gasped for 
breath, her face shiny with pussy juice, sweat and 
sperm... and was she begging to be let go? To be released 
from her humiliating bondage? 

No. She just wanted to come, and was trying desperately 
to squat fuck herself on a banana. Mistress Angela had 
done a splendid job; in one month she'd turned a 
university professor into a whining, crawling slave slut.

I'd have to make certain that there was a bonus included 
with the final payment.

Kate walked forward and ran her hand through her slave's 
short, red hair. "I don't think so," she said, kneeling 
down so that her face was directly opposite Andrea's. She 
reached down and slid the banana back up into her ex-
teacher's sopping pussy. "I expect you to keep that 
banana in your cunt until I tell you otherwise. And you 
don't come until I say. Do you understand?"

Andrea whimpered, but managed to stammer out a "Yes 
mistress."

"Good." Kate smiled. She brought her hand up and began 
toying with Andrea's breasts, cupping one in her hand and 
then letting it fall free. The bells in Andrea's nipple 
rings jingled whenever she did this. "We have lots of 
things to discuss about last year," Kate said menacingly.

"Yes mistress."

Kate stood and turned to me. "And as for you," she 
grinned, "it occurs to me that we haven't consummated our 
marriage yet. And this seems like the perfect time and 
place."

She patted the bed.

I stared at her, flustered. "But... I don't think..."

My bride just grinned. She walked up to me and gave me a 
long kiss. "Don't worry," she whispered, "I'm sure you'll 
be 'up for it'. Under the right conditions."

And do you know, she was right.

  THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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