**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."