Finale to the 'The Choice' series.
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'Twack... thwak... thwak...'
Sam screams in agony as each strike of Luke's hand lands on her battered ass.
Over the last few weeks, since returning home from the cottage, Sam has endured a succession of assaults on her delicate body at the hands of her embittered husband. This was her punishment for cheating on him with her offish boss and one she has chosen. Her husband is a rich business man who holds her financial security in his over-sized hands. Before taking her away to the cottage and making her choose her new life, he emptied all of her bank accounts. Sam is now personally penniless but has no intention of going back to a life hardship.
Instead, she's agreed to become his whore, not able to say no to any of his commands for fear of him requesting an immediate divorce and losing even the clothes on her back due to an iron clad pre-nuptial agreement.
So here she was, bent over his large oak desk with him spanking her previously whipped, canned, beaten ass. Able to see in the large mirror in front of his desk, she can see the look of glee in Luke's eyes as her body shakes from each deliberately forceful strike. More uncomfortably, is that she can see the glinting eyes of the man who helped her husband arrange all of this in the first place.
Parker, her husband's best friend, was the man who arranged the cottage and helped pen the 'contract' Sam had signed which gave her husband full access and permission to use her body however and whenever he chose. Parker was the man who had taken hundreds of photographs and videos of her being fucked, punished and humiliated. Parker was the man who had himself taken advantage of her predicament and had used her in various ways himself.
Parker sat smiling as he watched Sam being spanked, loved how her hands were bound behind her back with rope and her ankles were similarly tied to the legs of the desks. He especially liked how her tits were crushed against the smooth wood as Luke's spare hand was spread out on her middle back pushing her down.
Deciding this was a moment to treasure, Parker pulls out his mobile phone and sets it to camera and takes a few shoots of her reddened face. Zooming in close to focus on her tears streamed eyes and screaming lips.
"Do you want to finish her off mate? I've got to get my things ready for work and I know you'd rather be fucking her than taking pictures."
With a hearty laugh, Parker moves around to the other side of the desk as Luke heads out of the door. Now he is better able to see Sam's pert ass waving in the air. Handprints are slowly fading but the abrasions of previous assaults are clearly evident. They had both been extremely careful not to cause too much damage to her tender skin, they weren't monsters. However, Parker chuckled as he remembered watching Sam sit down earlier with a wince. Knowing the welts on her ass must have stung as they were pressed against the cold wooden chairs.
Dropping his pants, he spreads Sam's tender buttocks apart and aims his throbbing cock at her tight anus. No matter how many times they had fucked her this way, it seemed it was as fresh as ever upon their return. This was fortunate for Parker but unfortunate for Sam.
Every time felt like the first as the head of Parker's cock pushed its way inside. With no care he did not stop to allow her time to adjust, forcing his full length inside and spanking her tender skin as he reached his hilt. Listening to Sam's renewed screams, Parker slowly glides out to only ram himself back inside her shaking body.
Grasping a handful of her luscious hair he makes her body straighten up so he can wrap one hand around and clasp a tit between his fingers. Pinching hard he continues to move out of her body slowly and push in with full vigour. Riding her body this way overcomes any self-control he has and after only a few more thrusts he pulls out and aims his cock at her lithe back and shoots his load all over her.
Fascinated with how the cum drips down he scoops some up and places it in front of her mouth. "Lick it you cock-loving whore. Make my finger nice and clean you dirty slut."
Doing as she is commanded, Sam opens her mouth and uses her tongue to remove the cum and swallows it trying not to gag. Hating what she has become but knowing she has no choice. These last few weeks have been a trial but not totally unbearable and occasionally she had even begged them to fuck her. Luke had even said that after this weekend she would have 3 days off a week to allow her body to recover. This would allow her to re-enter society and attend all her social gatherings and maintain the life she is accustomed to and holds dearly. The other four days belonged to him, he would dictate what she did and with whom. He told her he was not really one for sharing but she had upset many people with her former bitchiness and she had to make up for her transgressions.
"Well Bitch, now Parker has finished with you, go and get a shower. I want you all shiny and clean. I've got a big meeting today and I'll require your assistance to help keep me relaxed."
Sam had not been to Luke's office for several months. Not since they had an office party. Luke had kindly invited Sam's boss, unknowing of their affair at the time. Whilst her husband was busy entertaining his guests, he boss had ordered her into an out of the way toilet. Here he'd had her hold onto the cistern whilst he pushed up her skirt, rolled her thong to the side and inserted his dirty cock into her wet slit.
Running his greedy hands up under her blouse he'd used her tits as handles to move her backwards and forwards on his twitching cock. The excitement of the possibility of being discovered made it easy for Sam to cum as he banged away at her. His orgasm was a lot slower, and her limp body reeled from the stench of his odour mixed with the smell of the toilet.
Finally, he came, slamming inside her and withdrawing just as quickly so the last of his seed squirted onto her buttocks. Reaching around to clean it off, Sam is stopped by an iron tight grip on her wrist. Her boss instructing her to leave it there, using his grip to make her spread the cum into her skin rather than remove it. Then, making her remove her thong, he gets Sam to use it to clean his dripping cock. Afterwards, he takes the thong and places it in his pocket as his 'prize'.
Embarrassed as hell to be returning to the party thong-less and covered in her bosses sperm, Sam decided not to return even though only she and her pig of a boss knew what had happened.
However, here she was showering to get ready to go back. However this time it would be her husband in control. That thought caused a smile to spread across her lips. Maybe this was not a situation she wanted to be in but she had to agree that her husband's new found dominance quite suited him. Before he had been pathetic, never arguing with her, talking all the crap she threw at him and just smiling. Now he smiled as he took what he wanted. He gave off a sense of power and that turned her on even though she took the brunt of his force.
Stepping out of the cleansing shower, Sam sees that Luke has prepared her outfit for the day. He'd chosen a pair of her killer red heels, glossy black hold-up stockings and an extremely short revealing skirt. He teamed this with a flimsy white fitted shirt. When on, the shirt was slightly transparent and, as no bra had been supplied, her nipples were clearly visible.
Following the instructions left on a note by the clothes, Sam applies her make-up sparingly and ties her hair up into a high ponytail. Not her normal way, but she appreciates how it shows off her elegant neck. Finally, she puts on her chain necklace that has the little padlock attached; a stark symbol of her husband's ownership of her body.
Downstairs, she sees that Parker has left and Luke is waiting by the grand entrance door to their house. His eyes following her every move as she descends the stairs. Looking down she sees the skirt riding up high on her thigh showing a glint of skin above the lace of her stockings.
As she nears the bottom, Luke orders her to crawl across the hall floor on her hands and knees towards him. The cold hard wooden floor hurts her knees as she obeys and is greeted by a warm cock pushed firmly between her lips. After sucking for a few minutes, Luke loses his patience and spins her round, her head and back solid against the door. Positioning himself securely, he thrusts his hips forward driving his cock down her throat. With one hand he grips her head to stop her moving and with the other he grasps her throat. Smiling as he feels himself throbbing inside of her.
Luke proceeds to fuck Sam's face as if he was screwing her warm, wet cunt. Moving slowly backwards and then powerfully plunging himself back inside. He can feel her gagging which only causes his cock to enlarge with anticipation. Finally, after several hard rams he holds himself deep as he can get, his balls bouncing on her chin and his hair tickling her nose.
With a sudden idea, he grabs Sam's throat even tighter and uses his other hand to pinch her nose blocking off both her airways. Looking down he can see he eyes bulge in panic, unable to move and escape. Her face reddens with the pressure and tears roll down from her pleading eyes. It is enough to bring him over the edge and releasing her nostrils he shoots his load straight down her struggling throat.
Laughing, he pulls out sloppily and shoots the last onto her face, slapping her with his spent cock. Smearing the remains of the makeup he ordered her to wear. Mascara streaked down her face and lip stick smudged across her cheeks.
"Well Bitch, you look just perfect for a day at the office, ha ha ha"
Luke's laugh makes Sam look up into the eyes of her husband. Expecting to see a look of cruelty but being surprised by the tenderness that lies behind his enigmatic smile. The look of betrayal has been erased and the sadness removed.
