*A Word of Caution: This story is long and it may be difficult for some readers. It contains intense erotic and fetish elements, as well as elements of disturbing and extreme domination and perversion. This story also contains strong elements of Incest/Taboo, disrespect of religion, and the author advises that if any reader feels like they would be disturbed or offended by this content of the story, it may be a good idea not to read it. If, however, you are interested in a story of how a woman is dominated by a total stranger, and the lives of her family are changed, then please, continue. The author wishes to explain that even though there are elements of disrespect towards religion, the author in no way stands by such things and has very strong faith. The author writes against his nature, and about things that disturb him.
So we begin.*
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Ami stood there, pantyless, with no bra under her best church clothes. Motionless, she stared off into the distance, and allowed her curling, blonde hair to fall over her shoulders. She slouched, her posture causing her back to ache. She didn't care anymore. About anything. Certainly not about her image. Her nipples poked delicately through the thin fabric of the blouse she had been forced to rip off of herself in public, for the strength of her greed, barely a couple of hours ago. She had ripped it off for her master, so he could take her bra, after he he had taken her panties from her. Never again was she permitted to have, own, look at, or even think about underwear. Unless Dominic gave it to her.
Quietly, she fought off the gags as her aching pussy and split ass quivered, empty of the warm and unstoppable cum that had burst into each hole. The once warm seed was now long dribbled out of her holes, in dry and crackled trails that almost reached down the length of her legs. She couldn't believe what had happened to her. What she allowed to happen. What she wanted to happen. She was supposed to be a good wife. Now all she can be is a good slave. It was in her best interest to be good.
The rush of agony gripped her once again as she felt her ass being hammered, and stretched sharply, by her masters huge dick. The terror sank deep into her brain as he slammed in, dry and unlubricated, and she could hear him growling behind her; almost perfectly harmonised with her submissive and pained screaming. The nauseating depth of the invading cock buried in her flaming, screaming ass burned inside poor Ami as she stood there trembling in silence, remembering every painful second. She almost moved her hips back against the empty air behind her to greedily meet his pain inflicting shaft with her split, stretched and violently gaped hole. She felt the hot cum explode in her tight void, and dribble out of her painfully wide gape as the cock pulled out with a tight pop, answering her prayers for carnal freedom, but against her wishes for orgasmic satisfaction.
She longed for her tight holes to have another brutal fucking like the one she had gotten earlier around the back of the church. She craved another good romp like the one in which her life was claimed. She wanted both of her tiny holes stretched open again, beyond tearing point, and pumped so hard, that she was already nearly screaming. In fact, she was grinding back into thin air as she tried to accept the cock again, and squirmed with rekindled need. Wetness from the horrible memory of the ravishing she had received profusely dropped from her tight lips and fell, cold on the inside of her bruised thigh. Both thighs were bruised purple from Dominic pinching her legs in the church. Nothing could satisfy her after that brutal fucking. Except for more of the same.
The changed Towns Wife shook, in a daze as she slouched over the sink, where she was supposed to be cleaning the dishes in preparation for none other than Dominics dinner visit that was planned for that very evening. Against her will, by her pathetic husband and his penchant for airheaded stupidity. Vegetables yet to be cut lay strewn across the work top. Meat that was yet to be roasted sat, thawing out on the windowsill. A pie, filled with white sauce and beef, was waiting for chopped vegetables and to be baked.
Amis mind was repeatedly filled with the memories of horror, and how she loved it. Being ruined. Her mouth watered for it. She gagged, remembering that delicious ruin, as she stood in the darkened kitchen facing the window to the back yard. Her screams ripped into the forefront of her mind in waves. She looked at the thick, long, round carrots and was reminded of the only thing she truly hungered for. The only thing she wanted in her throat, ramming and choking her, like Dominic had done earlier when she had grabbed hold of it without permission. The memory of the powerful slam of his massive shaft breaking past her gag reflex and making her nearly vomit was making her mouth water for more.
Without realising that she had picked up two carrots and she found herself gagging hard as she tried to work it back her throat in a futile attempt to emulate the sensation of choking on her masters dick. The other one, she was trying to press into her tightly closed pussy from behind. Under her skirt. She couldn't make herself choke, and she couldn't get the other larger tipped carrot, to get past her clamping vagina. Only Dominic would be able to do it. She removed both carrots, careless of both lines of thick saliva which fell down her chin on to her chest, and the line of heavy pussy juice on the other one. She put the slick carrots down, blankly hopeful that she might be gagged and shagged later by her master when came for his dinner visit. A dull smirk spread across her shaken face at the decision to give those particular carrots to Dominic for dinner.
Ami once again felt the thump of her head hitting the granite wall of the church. She ached for another chance to be able to feel the surge of sharp pleasure as her new man aggressively took her ignored and starved pussy for his own. His furious hands roughly shook her about and grabbed at her, pinning her into immobilising submission. She loved how he had pinned both her elbows together behind her back, and used them like reigns as he pommeled each of her holes, while pressing her head against the rock wall. She once again felt the way he slammed into her petite pelvis and dug his fingers deep into her skin, forcing her to part her tight ass cheeks wide for him.
It all ended so quickly. She could still feel the spurts of cum exploding into her, and dripping down her trembling legs. In the depth of memory, her knees almost gave. She craved for the pulsating thickness of him as he came deeply inside her, again and again. She wanted to feel him fill her up, both of her holes, until they over flowed with his hot seed. An intense heat surged through her pussy at the idea of being filled multiple times.
Oh, how she had loved it. She had been terrified. Helpless. Dominated beyond sanity, and she just wanted more. Ami was surprised that she herself hadn't cum during her "breaking in". She certainly felt the need to after reliving her violent claiming. The unresolved business burned between her legs. Her mashed up anus even twitched and sent a surge of pleasure through her for need to be smashed in again. She couldn't bear the thought that she had to continue her life with her pathetic husband, and yet she felt lost and confused about her faith. She also had to go on pretending that she didn't want to absolutely devour her beautiful daughter. Body, mind and soul. Ami had promised her body, mind and soul to the Lord for his safe keeping, and now she wanted it all back. After her sins that day, and no doubt the ones yet to be committed, she had a feeling that the lord didn't want to keep her safe anymore. She didn't deserve it. Only Dominic could keep her safe now. He wasn't safe to be around.
The sharp sting of arousal that pulsated through her nervous system at the thought of Samantha naked in front of her was enough to make her whimper quietly. Her hand had once again began to travel down, like the way she had been forced to earlier that day. Though now it was willingly traveling between her legs. It wasn't for the lack of effort to resist it and be a good girl. She was still, after all, a good Christian wife. Or was she? She was Dominics good girl now. Maybe she didn't deserve a life of chastity and purity anymore. That suited her just fine if she was honest.
A gasp over took Ami as she touched at her pulsing clit, through her A-line skirt, and she let out a deep groan at the image of Sammy naked on all fours. The bare and horny, delicious daughter with her tight, little ass in the air and pointing right at Ami, inviting her frozen mother in. Though she imagined Sammy to be a fair distance away, Ami could almost see the deep crease of her daughters pussy and even a hint of her little labia. She imagined Sammy outside, about to sunbathe, and the tight, young woman was setting about laying her towel on the grass.
As Samantha wiggled her ass in the air in private delight, Ami reached for the handle of a frying pan and pressed the end of it to herself, and slowly started to hump it. She ate up the image of her daughters large breasts under her tight body, hanging from her chest, visible between her legs. Sammy reached back to pull her pussy lips tightly apart and wiggled her perfect cheeks to the limit of pornographic madness. The fingers pressed between Samanthas soft lips, burying deep into her little vulva and stretching her tight slit, and Ami growled into a blissful smile as she circled the tip of the handle into her own lips. The memory of seeing Samanthas tight rump and bare anus made Ami desperately wish that she could grow the most aggressively huge cock from between her delicate lips and sink it all the way into both of Sammys tight, little holes. Then she would pulverise her pretty, sweet daughter into insanity, like what Dominic had done to her, and she would make Sammy only want her mother. She knew Samantha wanted Dominic. She wasn't allowed to have him. He was Amis. Though Ami wasn't sure that she could stop their contact.
Imagining the basking, beautiful Samantha sinking her fingers deep into herself as she bathed in the afternoon sun, Ami was about to groan deeply when out of nowhere she heard the quivering voice of her weed of a husband behind her. Ami quickly dropped the pan into the sink of cold, sudless, murky water and hunched over the counter top, biting her lip and tempering a heated rage that she couldn't help but glare through.
Of course, John didn't bother to come up behind and hug her, like a loving husband would in the movies. He didn't even hold her hand, or sleep beside her anymore. How could she be so stupid as to want him to take her? What was she even there for? Family status. That's what.
"A- Ami? Swee- Sweetheart?" The weak voice drove deep into Amis brain like a nettle sting, and she frowned in derision at the existence of the worm that she now considered her former husband. She dismayed at the thought that she had to stay with him. All she wanted was to be dominated for the rest of her life by her master. She didn't answer John.
Ami felt his hand creep up her spine and up onto her shoulder and she shrugged him off, shooting a death stare into his soul. All the heat of her arousal had washed away.
"Ami I- I need to t-talk to you." The quivering man slowly inched closer, and once again was met with a foreboding silence. He simply continued, careful not to touch his obviously unhappy wife.
"I note- noticed that some mem- members of the c-congregation weren't very hap- happy during my address." His soft and stuttering demeanor shrank further on seeing the raged look that burned over in Amis eyes.
Was it possible that he knew what had happened? How could he have known? Unless the Pastor told him?! Ami felt a growing fear that she was done for. A fear that she had been caught.
"John, I- " She started but for once the timid man interjected and her face dropped into surprise. How dare he?
"I- I th- think that they kne- knew- " He fell into a fit of strained silence as he tried to push his words out. This time it was Amis turn to interrupt. She didn't hold back. She was utterly fed up of his peevish weakness. All she wanted, was to be left alone to sin. To masturbate, for the first time in years. She wanted to enjoy her body. She wanted to disrobe and give her body the love that it deserved and needed. However, he was there, and the panic of thinking that he was going to say that the congregation knew what had been going on, drove her merciless attack.
