Consumed
By JustJake051
Part Four
Chapter Thirteen
Claire Hughes was ecstatic. The tall, beautiful redhead had never felt so good about her life. Everything was so incredibly perfect right now, she couldn't believe it. She was in full control of her life and her wayward husband Brad, and she did so much love being in control of things. Her recent "intervention" with her husband had put an end to his philandering and adultery and her new friends were amazing, and all so incredibly hot. They had taken her to a whole new world in her sex life. Yes, she was all about control and order and now it seemed she had both in her life.
She was feeling great as she walked to her car in the parking garage, just like she did every evening after work. But today was special. Leaving work for the day, she felt incredible about herself, empowered, having just given her notice to the company. Claire was ready to start her own consulting company in tech security. Having met and discussed her business ideas with her husband's boss, billionaire Ed Blanton, she now had every confidence that she could start her own business and succeed. She had spent four hours on her laptop showing Ed how vulnerable his company's computer systems were and telling him how it could be improved. It was time well spent. Ed Blanton was clearly impressed with her knowledge and expertise in technology.
For a moment while walking out of the building, she remembered the day she got the ominous fortune cookie with its dark, mysterious message. "You will be consumed in The Year of the Dragon," the fortune said. She smiled at how fearful she had been, given this was the Year of the Dragon in the Chinese calendar. Her mind was deep in thought about the next steps in her life, and she didn't notice the black, battered van parked next to her car. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the door slide open, then a cold, wet cloth was smashed over her nose and mouth. And that was all she remembered.
As Claire Hughes regained consciousness, she knew instantly that there was something very wrong. Her shoulders hurt and she couldn't feel her arms. She couldn't move her legs. She couldn't speak, and she couldn't see. Everything was dark. She could feel something, like a ball filling her mouth, sending jolts of pain into her jaw muscles. She could hear the tiny noise of a small electric motor nearby, and she could feel a strange sensation in her crotch and heard people moving around her. She felt the rhythmic pull in her vaginal area, like something was sucking or tugging at her sex. She felt the tight, warm sensation between her legs, like every nerve down there was being touched, rubbed. Then it stopped and she felt something released, like a cover was being pulled off of her vagina. She just couldn't figure out want was happening to her.
And then it started. Again, there was movement around her and then she felt something shoved inside her. She instantly realized it was a man's cock, and it started moving. Soon, she felt him against her, pounding inside her. Now she realized she was being wildly fucked by someone. She couldn't move, couldn't fight back. And the cock inside her just kept pounding away. Then she felt it, she felt him come, the warm fluid filling her vagina. And then it stopped, and she felt the dwindling cock slide out of her. Then, more movement and suddenly another stiff cock pushed deep inside her. At that moment, the hood was jerked off her head.
"Wha'd I tell ya'," she heard a voice say. "She's a real fuckin' beauty. We got her frogtied here for ya'. She's as wide open as you can git. You ain't ever seen titties like that before, guys. You gonna' get your twenty bucks worth on this one."
Claire squinted, opening and closing her dark green eyes, trying to focus, to see, to adjust to the light. There, inches away from her face, was a man on top of her, bearded, large and his smell was enough to make her vomit. Her eyes flashed right and then left. She could see that she was lying on an old, filthy mattress on the floor of a room in what looked like an abandoned building. Another glance around and she realized it seemed to be a room in an old, abandoned motel somewhere. There were no curtains, the windows broken out, deteriorating walls and ceilings, with only the old mattress in the room and a chair. There was no traffic around, at least none she could hear. She was in the middle of nowhere, but she didn't know where.
She could see that her knees had been pulled up and her thighs now tightly secured to her lower legs with duct tape. Her legs were spread apart and tied with ropes to the floor. Her arms were pulled apart and tied to the floor into large screw eyes fastened to the old wooden flooring. She was tied fast and spread wide open, her vagina now available and easily accessible. An old dirty pillow had been wedged under her lower back, elevating her hips up into the air. Every nerve in her cunt was tingling, roaring from being rubbed by the man's cock. She had no idea what was happening to her, she just knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. She was helpless.
"MMMMMMUUUUHHHHHHHHHH!" she groaned "MMMAAAAHHHHH!" she wailed again, but only the muffled sounds of anger pushed past the red ball crammed tightly in her mouth and held snug by the leather straps and buckles. She hadn't wanted to have an orgasm. Not like this. But she had no control in this situation.
Then man on top of her had finished and another man now knelt between her tied, spread legs and roughly jammed his stiff erection deep inside her. Then he finished and then another man moved in, then another and another. She could see that the plastic bucket on floor next to her had "$20" written on it and was filling up, handfuls of crumpled bills stuffed the bucket. Then her husband, Brad Hughes, walked into her vision.
"There's my little moneymaker. You're now a twenty-dollar whore, babe. Looks like that SLUT tattoo you got on your ass is going to work out perfectly for you." Brad circled slowly around and stood on the other side of his wife, who was firmly tethered and tied to the floor, her gaping cunt seeping semen and tilted up to the ceiling. "You didn't think you were going to get away with that stunt you pulled, did you? The pool party, and that so-called, marriage agreement?"
Brad knelt down next to the filthy mattress and clamped a nipple clip onto one of Claire's large, erect nipples, the sharp teeth biting deep into her sensitive flesh.
"OOOOWWWWW!!" she screamed into the gag, but Brad continued to the other nipple. Each clip had attached a small red plastic ball. Brad stood and reached into his pocket. Suddenly Claire felt the two clips begin to vibrate and then a shock with tiny electric jolts.
"MMmmmuuuuu," Claire moaned, as her husband stood over her, smiling, laughing. Then Brad placed his hand on Clair's abdomen and pressed down hard.
"C'mon honey, let's squirt some of that cum out, so we can pump your cunt up again," Brad said, and he pressed down firmly and several large waves of cum spurted out of her.
"You'll never outsmart me, honey," he said, turning the vibrating clips off momentarily.
He moved up and leaned in closely to her face, smiling. Then he pressed his hand on her throat and began to squeeze, cutting off her air, choking her.
"You're just too damn smart for your own good. Why didn't you just fuck Devon Carlson like you were supposed to? He said he could turn you into a cock-crazed bimbo in four weeks. That you'd instantly fall in love with his huge cock. He was even going to take you off my hands. Turn you into his own bimbo. Said he was going to get some work done on you, triple the size of those tits of yours, get those lips filled, so they'd match your pussy lips, to help you suck cock better. He was even going to turn you into a blonde. Said he had a thing for fucking blondes."
Brad lifted his cellphone, positioned it between Claire's spread legs and pressed.
"See, honey," he said holding up the picture on his cellphone for Claire to see. "We used a little pussy pump on that cunt of yours, so you could look like a bitch in heat, and that's what you're going to be from now on. You can see it's doing wonders for sales."
On the cellphone screen was a picture of Claire's cunt, swollen, bright pink and glistening. Oh God, she thought, as she looked at the picture. Her swollen cunt was the size of a grapefruit. Brad reached down and smashed his hand against the enormous pile of swollen flesh between her legs, her vaginal lips now distended and huge. He rubbed hard several times and laughed.
"MMMMMMUUUHHHH," she groaned, squirming, trying to get away from his touch.
"Yea, he was going to break you and turn you into a mindless, hot bitch. Did you really think you could control me with Victor and that Leon guy? And that cock cage. Really? Come on. No, sweetheart, this is my revenge. We're even recording your little performance today on camera. It'll be a nice memory for me," he said, gesturing to a camera setting on a tripod next to the mattress. "Let's say we just shred that contract you forced me sign. These fellas here are some friends of mine that used to be with the company. They owe me a little favor, so when I asked them to help pick you up, they were all in. Plus, I showed them pictures of you, and I said they could fuck you if they helped. Well, they couldn't wait."
"Cut her on again, guys," Brad said, as he moved down and pressed the large, clear plastic cup over her cunt again. She felt the suction of the pump quickly seal up around her swollen cunt, as it began methodically pumping away, tugging again on her tender flesh.
"AAAAHHHHH!" Claire wailed, as the vibrators on her nipples and the suction pump on her cunt were both cut back on.
"Just so you know, I've arranged for a little surprise party for you," Brad said, a large grin breaking out on his face. He waited several more minutes as the pump continued to hum, sucking Claire's vagina into the cup. Then, Brad cut off the nipple vibrators and the pump, as her moaning quieted.
"Since I going to be too busy as the new VP of Blanton Industries, I won't have the time to break you and turn you into the obedient slut you're going to become. I've got a big motorcycle gang that's traveling through and they're gonna' stop by. I told them they can have some fun with you. They'll keep you for a few months and do whatever they want. Oh, I know those biker chicks are going to love that big, hot cunt of yours. They'll have you until you're broken and are just good, obedient fuck meat. I figured you'd like that. I told them they can even add to your tattoos. Then, I'll get you back, and you can be my little sex slave. You know, my maid, mindless with an apron and those big tits of yours sticking out," Brad said, laughing aloud. "Maybe I'll even take you around with me when I'm the new company VP. The men in the company can fuck you. You know, an incentive, as a reward for good performance. How about that? You'd like that."
Brad pulled an old wooden chair over next to the mattress and sat down, still smiling at Claire, as he pulled the large plastic dome off her stretched vagina. She could hear the vacuum seal break as he pulled away the clear dome, now completely filled with her distended, glistening flesh.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," she cried, as her flesh fell out of the plastic suction cup.
"Baby, I am the greatest cocksman in the world and there isn't a woman anywhere I can't fuck. I don't need you. It looks like game over, babe. You lose," Brad said, and he reached down and slapped her hard across the face with the back of his hand.
