Ellsa's Desires

**Again this is a work of fiction. No characters are real. All characters are adults. If you do not like noncon do not read**

Ellsa's Desires -- Chapter 3

Wednesday has cum.

Ellsa had no delusions as to what was going to happen when the day approached. Waking up she did her usual routine, got the coffee started, made breakfast, then packed her husbands lunch, hugged and kissed him good by. Soon as he left she went to her bedroom, nervous she opened up her top drawer of her dresser and pulled out the leather collar she wore home from the weekend. "Asshole."

The soft leather still felt like it raked against her neck as she sighed and put it on. She shuttered and began to cry looking at herself in the mirror, the gold tag with 'Slut' clearly visible on the front of it. Flashed and memories of what he had done to her over their long two days wracked her mind. She read more stories of women as sex slaves caught in traps where they could not escape. She had wished in the back of her mind that he had kidnapped her, so a rescue party would be sent out after her and have hope and an excuse of getting out of all this mess.

When she heard the door, she had lost track of time. She realized her face was stained with tear trails and quickly took a moist wipe to clean them. Then doing her best she put on a smile and hurried out of the bathroom. There he was, the tormentor of her life standing just inside the door again. She smiled to him then quickly got to her bare knees and fished out his cock once more. Trying to prove to him she was eager and willing, but desperately was tying to hold back biting the mans cock off, she gripped his hips and shoved his cock into her throat.

Even with the door open, she felt the fear that someone might drive by, walk by, anyone would see her. But she had no idea he had watched the street until everyone was off to their destinations and then came to claim her each time. Even though she was nervous about getting caught by a neighbor coming by which would certainly recognize her sucking her master off, she was more worried about the duffle bag that he held in one of his hands, and it seemed full. She refocused on his cock, grabbing his hips and helping her jerk her face down on him like he enjoyed.

Her throat hurt a little at first, but as she got used it more and more the pain subsided and she could feel his cock sliding easier into her throat. She slid a hand down and began rubbing herself, remembering how he 'encouraged' her to cum even when sucking his cock. After two orgasms, which each one she hated herself more for but didn't stop, he finally came down her throat. She pulled herself on his cock and sucked harder draining his balls as she thought, wished she could suck them right out of the son of a bitch. She caught another spurt in her mouth, small amount of cum, wanting to spit it up into his face, she instead opened her mouth showing him she caught it like on the videos then swallowed.

"Ah getting better slut. But, why did my bitch take so long to great me?" His voice was warm to start but then turned into that harsh annoyed tone she knew she had fucked up. He set the bag down and opened it, pulling out a hard oak paddle that had rounded edges to it, and was only a few inches wide. This was obviously not the imposing wide paddle that was classically advertised and associated with spanking.

"I... I was in the bathroom sir." She said perplexed as to why he would be upset with her, she came as soon as she heard him and did as she was supposed to. He walked around behind her rubbing the smooth hardwood paddle down her back.

"You should be eagerly waiting for me at the door. I don't care if my whore pisses herself. That should not concern her more than her responsibilities." He grumbled at her then moved the paddle to press under her ass, pushing some she knew what he had intended for her. "You are going to learn you dumb slut, and since you only, and love to, learn from being spanked, elbows and knees. Keep looking out the door. Spread your knees twice as wide as your shoulders, so I can fuck your cunt right here."

She nodded her head, afraid to speak and assumed the position, her ass up in the air, legs wide enough for him to slip between them. Her tits hung under her and were close to the floor. She prepared for him to grab hold of her hips and fuck her right there with the door still wide open. She was certain someone would come by and see them, after all, he usually lasted half an hour or longer, and in that time she knew in her heart she would be seen.

A flash of bright white light filled her eyes and then sudden black, pain even worse than the wooden paddle shot up from her pussy, through her stomach and slammed into the back of her head like a Mack Truck. She could not help but double over, grabbing her sensitive and now abused pussy as she had screamed out loudly and curled up in the fetal position once again. 'Oh god no please make him stop, make this all stop.' She prayed absently in her mind.

"Back into position whore. For every minute your stupid cunt makes me wait, this dumb bitch gets a strike." He grinned and towered over her. It took her a minute to recover, but finally found herself pulling back into position on her elbows and knees. She clasped her hands and focused on trying to stay in position. "Every time the dumb whore falls over we start again."

WHACK, her eyes fluttered as he struck her harder, she fell forward this time jumping forward away from the pain. She screamed out once more, then realized as she curled up her head was outside the front door frame. She pleaded forgiveness once she regained herself and moved back into the house and assumed her position.

"You had me waiting seven minutes bitch. You still have seven spankings to go through." He grinned then landed the paddle across both cheeks of her ass. She screamed out, not as painful as the swats to her pussy, it hurt, but it was not as bad as getting her sensitive slit punished. She was able to hold still, and take the next several swings, she was grateful as he only spanked her ass for the rest of it. 'Swear to fucking god you sack of shit, I will break your arms so you can't spank anyone ever again.'

"Ah looky here." She heard his sarcastic tone come out, but what shocked her more was him sliding a hand between her thighs and rubbed her sopping wet pussy. Why the fuck was she so wet down there after being spanked. "My dumb little bitch loves getting spanked so much. Heh, I bet you were going to cum from it." He snickered then easily shoved his middle finger into her, pushing a soft moan out of her lips. Sensitive, sore, but damn, to her the invasion was a warmed wet welcome of pleasure compared to what he did to her just now. She could not help herself, she learned her body wanted sex even if she didn't and the two would always be at odds over how she was getting it.

"My slutty whore gets off on being punished. Well well this is a pleasant surprise. Didn't think my bitch was that type of slut." He grinned from behind her, fingered her faster exciting more moans from her as she involuntarily began rocking her hips. She could not help that her pussy, cunt, wanted to be fucked right now. Wanted to cum, and she could feel the heat mixing with the pain rolling up through her stomach.

"That's my bitches first lesson. ALWAYS be naked, kneeling and ready for master to show up when expected." He then pulled his finger from her pussy and landed a slap from the paddle. She felt the harsh sting, but it was not ass powerful as before. Something about this was just meant to hurt her, but not brutally as she were to be punished. "Next lesson, My bitch no longer refers to herself as I or me in my presence. Always 'Dumb Whore' or 'Stupid Bitch' from now on. I don't care if we are around other people, she refers to herself as such from now on. Does she understand her lesson."

"Yes Master." She managed to get out as she was fighting to control her sobs. Her pussy stung, and was now eager for attention too. Slap, slap, slap. She barked out in surprise, and a little of pain as each slap from the paddle struck her pussy. Being brought up to her edge, then being spanked like this was making her horny, embarrassed, and pained all at the same time. She was confused as to how it could hurt so much but also make her body excited.

"Not a good response you stupid bitch. Fully answer your master. Something like, 'This stupid bitch understands master.' You got it?" He landed several more strikes, her cries were pained moans, a mix of pleasure and agony as she was trying to fight off her arousal. She had no intentions of cumming for this sick sack of shit while he punished her.

She read the stories where she understood what he wanted from her, expected of her to say. "Yes master, this dumb whore understands." She managed to say between swats to her pussy, the pained moans that were escaping her mouth that she could not control. The swats became faster, lighter too, she figured as long as he got what he wanted out of punishing her he was going to be more lenient. What she didn't realize was he was trying to get her to enjoy it. And to her demise he succeeded as she came while he even continued to paddle her pussy.

"haha, the dumb fucking whore loves being punished so much, the stupid bitch is cumming from it." He continued through her orgasm, she moaned out in pleasure uncontrollably, but as she did, tears of utter shame were running down her cheeks. "I bet you get off on men slapping you around too."

"Please stop master, it hurts." She could not help but beg him to stop. She could not take the shame of her body's betrayal any more, but did not move from her position. She prayed he would be merciful and listen to her. THWACK, was the response she got, making her double over in pain again. She was not ready for it, or expected it. What was worse for her, the hard slap of the paddle to her pussy made her cum again. She laid there on her side, curled, holding her aching pussy, convulsing in her orgasm at the same time as she cried.

"NEVER, and I mean fucking NEVER tell or ask your master to stop. Did the dumb whore forget that she is to thank her master for any attention she receives? Fuck after all, I am making my stupid bitch cum. Can't deny that you fucking love this." He snickered at her and then grabbed her collar pulling her head up to look her in the eyes. "You'll learn you dumb whore."

What she was learning wasn't not to ask him to stop, but that it didn't matter other than making things worse. Whatever he was going to do WAS going to happen, and until he felt like HE had enough. How could she forget this from the first day he used her, abused her. Him being some what kind to her had thrown her off and she had forgotten entirely that it was all about his pleasure.

As she once again rolled onto her elbows as knees she felt him press his legs between hers, his shins was pushing to her thighs, making her crawl forward. Each inch brought her to the doorway of her house. She pushed back a little but remembered she would be punished for even asking him to stop, she now worried what would be her punishment for physically trying to stop him. Her elbows were on the threshold of the door, her head sticking clearly out. 'Fuck hes going to spank me in clear view of the neighborhood.' Raced through her head, no walls to muffle her screams, or any other sounds coming from her. Having to answer him like a horny whore enjoying whatever he did to her. Her body cringed as she felt his fingers slide down her sopping wet pussy, the tears on her face were more abundant, and uncontrollable. Has his hand began slapping her pussy she could only looking frantically up and down the road hoping and even hoping against that. She prayed that no one would come by and see this, same time she prayed someone would see and come stop this.

He began spanking her pussy, not roughly, but like he did with the paddle, trying to make her cum again. 'God how many times is he going to make me cum.' She cried out in her mind. She never came so much in any day in her life before she met him, and she never thought it was this possible. But her body was proving she could, and almost every time he wanted to tease it, it responded to what he wanted and would cum for him. Had she been so sexually starved that her body NEEDED all this attention now.

When she came she shuttered at the fact she was outside in her own neighborhood, her mind racing worrying and hoping that someone might see. She began her chant, 'Dumb whore is cumming.' And got louder and louder as he ordered her. But he didn't stop spanking her pussy, he got faster and harder, enough to keep her on the verge of pain and pleasure. Deep down inside she remembered a story about a man training his slave to enjoy and get off on any punishment he gave her. This was it, she was living it now.

As a second orgasm ripped through her body, harder than the ones this morning, she realized she should have gone to the bathroom before he came over. The coffee she had been drinking was more than eager to run through her. As she came she ended up peeing all over his hand as he continued to make her cum the second time. She could hear him laughing from behind her. "Fucking stupid bitch, peeing all over your master. Well this is a double lesson then. The dumb whore loves being punished so much she won't control herself when getting what she wants." He leaned over her back, "You'll pay for peeing on your master slut."

She cried in fear of what THAT punishment would be, fuck she was screwing up all over the place. She could not help but think that maybe, no matter what she did today, may not be good enough.

He took her kitchen towel and dried the urine off his hand, then washed it and used another clean towel to dry it. She stayed right where she was, on display for anyone to see the naked bitch with her ass up ready to be mounted. She felt him move in behind her, recognized him pulling his pants down as he grabbed her hips then shoved his aching hard cock into her sore pussy. It hurt, but this was a new pain for her as it did not hurt from his girth, she was used to that now, actually her pussy craved the sensation of being so full and nearly came once again on him. This pain was from her aching lips being forced apart and then his balls and hips slamming into her.

Pain and sex, was mixing into physical pleasure for her as he hammered away at her. Pushing her body forward more and more, making her crawl half way out the door. He grabbed her by her collar, shit she wished he would go back to using her hair, and almost choked her making her get up on her hands from her elbows.

"Arms wider, spread those hands whore." She grimaced from him, looking up and down the road, she knew that the wider she moved her hands and arms, it allowed her hanging breasts to be revealed. Something she was trying to hide while she was being punished and teased. Now if her neighbors saw, they would see her flaunting her sagging breasts. "Where's that lovely chant whore?"

"Fuck your dumb whore master. Fuck your stupid bitch's cunt master." She improved on her chant, she had practiced it the day before while her husband was away. Taking in what she had read she wanted to make sure it was stupid, degrading, humiliating, even better than what he wanted, so that he would not want to punish her. Her tits swaying back and forth through the threshold of the doorway, her hips slamming back onto his cock. "Your dumb whore is cumming master." She called out as she felt her aching pussy quiver and cum all over his cock once more. This was worse than the park they went to, she was in the open, naked, and possibly people she knew would, could, see her as she pleaded out her pathetic and stupid chants to her master.

Two more orgasms on his cock, each was no longer just from him fucking her, but he reached under her and pinched, twisted her tender little clit. The poor nub responded, getting hard, but no matter how much it hurt, or he abused it, it only ached and remained excited. Stimulated in ways it had never been before. She knew he was going to train every bit of her body to respond in the same fashion, pleasure or pain, comfort or suffering, her body was going to turn into a needy attention craving orgasm waiting to happen.

Finally he was done, told her to clean up her mess she made on the floor. Sobbing she did as ordered, the door still wide open until she was done. Deep inside she was thankful no one saw her having to clean up after herself. And yet, she hoped someone would see and rescue her. This was all beyond her reach. Her master had control over her and she still had no way of thinking how to get out of this.

When she joined him in the living room, she saw the wooden paddle he used on her sitting on the coffee table. And then several more toys sitting about. Some she recognized others she didn't. What caught her off guard was the large bottle of pills that was sitting on the corner. They looked nothing more than simple aspirin pills, even had the proper label saying so. However, she knew this jack ass had something else in mind. She had aspirin, and anyone could get it from the store. Not like she needed any. There was a glass of water sitting next tot eh bottle as well.

"Ah, my bitch sees the toys I have brought for her to enjoy today. See you are curious then, this?" He said as he picked up the bottle and then poured four pills into his hand. "As my slut is eager to please her master, these are simple hormone pills. No no no worries bitch. They are not fertility pills." He reassured her when he saw the concerned look on her face. "Nah, if my bitch wants to get knocked up, her cunt is going to do it the old fashioned way." He smiled at her.

As she seemed a little relieved, he could still see the concern on her face. "These are for your sagging tits whore. A good slut makes sure she has nice tits to flaunt and show off to her master as he likes. Nothing more. It may make your tits ache as they firm up, but they will fill out properly and get comfortable to being their old perky selves again." He moved his hand towards her to take them, "Okay down they go, use the water. You will take four of these, three times a day. Next week we will see how they are working and maybe cut back on your dosage."

'Holy fuck, he intends on making me look like a whore now? How can I hide perky tits from my husband, everyone will see and know.' She also knew it would be up to her to come up with a cover story. She dreaded it, but seeing the bullwhip on the coffee table lead her to believe there was much worse punishment awaiting for her if she didn't. She took the pills reluctantly, and swallowed them with the full glass of water. She knew better than to just take a sip, as he made her drink her bowl clean before.

He smiled as she opened her mouth and showed that she had taken the pills as instructed. He was right, they were not fertility pills, and by Saturday she would certainly feel a difference taking such a large dose. What she had no idea was that he worked for a pharmaceutical company and had access to all sorts of drugs to test at his disposal. These in particular would, on a standard dose of one pill a day, would make any woman's breasts perky again in a month or longer. What he knew though was overdosing the women however had faster results, and not only that, large constant doses would make them lactate as well. Along with the side affects, the ache would never go away with the large doses, nipples would become super sensitive, and his favorite that he hoped she would develop, her clit also begin overly sensitive. Which all that also increased a woman's sex drive, making them not just enjoy it more, but also horny as well.

He knew she hated her current situation, the life he was leading her down. He even knew that she hated the fact he made her cum, and pee herself. There was a side affect rare in women, he wondered if she would develop it to, but in their increased sexual state, they would be unable to control their bladder when cumming. Honestly, he hoped she didn't develop that one, he felt more like he should train her the old fashioned way to loose control while having sex. He rubbed her head then ordered her to sit on her hands and knees.