His Wife His Property Pt 02 1

(This is just a warning just in case this story being in the non-consent section isn't enough to keep people who would be uncomfortable reading this from reading this. Do not read this story if non-consent, free use, humiliation, etc make you uncomfortable. Also this is a fictional story.)

I woke up with his arm wrapped around me. "We should go out for breakfast, pick any place you want, sweetheart." he said.

"What's the occasion?" I asked him. In all honesty, I was scared to bring up what happened last night up so I didn't say anything even though I couldn't look at him the same way any longer.

"Just because you're my wife and I love you." he responded.

After we came back home from the restaurant we spent some time sitting together in the living room watching some show on TV. He kept being unusually sweet and romantic to me. While any other time I would have appreciated it, after what happened yesterday, I knew what his intentions really were and I found his behaviour to be more unsettling than romantic. He placed his hand on my thigh and I pushed it off. "Not right now, honey. I'm trying to watch the show." I told him.

He placed his hand back on my thigh, this time higher. "Listen, bitch, things are going to change in our marriage from now on." he spat harshly.

"What do you mean?" I asked him, quite scared. He never was this harsh with me.

"From now on, whenever I want sex. You're going to fucking give me what I want. You're MY whore and MY PROPERTY. I'll use your holes however I wish, you dumb fucking slut!" he raised his voice at me and then slapped me across the face, something he had never done before.

"Undress." he ordered. I sat there, unable to move as I was extremely shocked.

"I said 'undress', you stupid fucking whore." he said in an irritated tone and then slapped me again. I quickly undressed, fearing what he would do to me if I did not obey him.

"Lay down and spread your fucking legs, bitch. You probably won't be able to walk after this but oh fucking well, that isn't my problem, now is it?" He asked. I laid down on the couch, spreading my legs nice and wide for him.

"Good girl. Now is that so difficult?" He asked me.

"No, sir." I responded, my eyes filled with tears.

"Then why did you deny me of sex for so long? Stupid fucking bitch." he asked and shoved his cock inside me.

""I'm sorry, sir." I apologized to him, tears falling down my cheeks.

"Yeah, you will be." he chuckled.

"I'm so sorry." I sobbed softly as he thrusted his hard cock inside of me.

"I don't care, bitch. Now be a good slut and quit bitching." he responded, slapping me across the face again.

"Please don't do this! I'm sorry! I really am! Anything you want! Please just stop!" I begged him as tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Shut up, you filthy fucking whore. I know how much you love this. Now take my cock like a good bitch." he yelled at me, slapping me across the face.

"Please don't do this! I don't want this." I sobbed.

"Too fucking bad, now isn't it, bitch?" He spat harshly. "No, please just stop!" I continued to beg him between sobs.

"Tell me how much you love my cock and how your life purpose is to serve me, then I will stop. I want to hear you prove your love and dedication to me." he said. I was completely shocked at his request and there was no way I was going to tell the sick bastard who was raping me that I love his cock. I was torn between wanting to say it to get him to stop but also being too repulsed by the idea of having to do that. I laid there, saying nothing and completely shocked. "Say it, you fucking whore!" he ordered me and hit me in the face again.

"I-I love your cock. " I forced myself to say between tears.

"More, bitch. That was pathetic!" he yelled at me.

"I l-love your cock and I am so lucky that as your wife, I-I mean your property, that I get the honour of getting to take it whenever you are horny and w-want to use me for your pleasure. As your wife, I mean property, my life purpose is to s-serve you." I forced the words out of my mouth, utterly repulsed by them.

"Good girl." he said much calmer now, looking very pleased and happy with me.

"Does that mean it's over now?" I asked him, being extremely hopeful.

"No, not yet, sweetheart. I need you to continue saying stuff like that a few more times that way it will go through your head and you will believe it" he responded.

"Nothing m-makes me happier t-than to s-serve you and to take your cock l-like the good little slut that I am." I forced myself to say, crying harder.

"Good girl, keep going" he said, smiling at me softly.

"I-I am nothing more than an object that you are meant to use for your pleasure. As your wife, I mean p-property, I-I should have no say and do not any say. You h-have e-every right to use me as you w-wish." I choked out.

"Good girl. Keep proving your love and dedication to me." he ordered, fucking me harder.

"I-I love you and I love your cock, s-sir." I forced the words out of my mouth. The tears never stopped streaming down my cheeks throughout any of this but I continued to give into his orders to the best of my ability despite my disgust at the whole situation. I felt him shoot his warm load into my pussy and he got off of me after he came in me. At my age I really wasn't worried about getting pregnant so it was fine. I felt his jizz leak out of me.

"Thank me for fucking you, you stupid whore." he demanded and slapped me across the face.

"T-thank you for fucking me, sir." I choked out. "Good girl." he responded.

He cuddled up next to me like this all was normal and I rested within the hell that was his being held in his arms. I remained uneasy and on edge but at the same time I was very wet, something that he had felt during intercourse. It let him know that he had permission to use me however he wished and to not feel any guilt when doing so. I had both feared him and admired him. He would continue to remind me of my place and keep me there. As much as it disgusted me, I couldn't say that I didn't enjoy it...