G: What the fuck? You chained her up like a dog?
M: You've never seen a strung out tweaker. That's worse than an animal. I heard her thrashing and yelling and begging most of the night but I just left her alone. The next morning I looked in at her. The bed was trashed and she was curled up on the floor in her own puke. She looked up at me and started begging for meth. She was promising me a fuck, a blowjob, I could smack her around, anything. I told her to get in the shower and she started screaming at me, telling me to give her her fucking meth. So I started whipping her. So there we are, me whipping her, she's screaming and covered in puke, until she finally started dragging herself to the bathroom and got in the shower. I turned the water on her and she just lay in the bottom of the shower for about 15 minutes while I cleaned up the puke and put the bed back together with clean sheets. When the water turned off I helped her dry off and got her under the covers and she curled up shivering like a drowned rat. I didn't pay much attention the night before but in the daylight you could see how hard the meth had been on her - you know, wasted away to almost nothing from too much crank and not enough food.
G: So what are you now? Social services? What the fuck, man?
M: Stick with me man. There was a method to the madness, although it didn't turn out the way I thought it would. So I came back later with some oatmeal and water and she tried to eat some but threw it up and went back to bed. I got her to keep down some water though. She had another rough night but when I went in the next morning she got into the shower without a fight and she kept down the oatmeal. That gave her a little energy so that night she started begging for meth again, but cagy like, not as desperate. I got the whip and she tried to fight me but I whipped her until she was crying on the floor so I just left here there and closed the door. The next morning she ate more and still looked like shit but didn't ask for meth and kept herself cleaned up. By the afternoon she was sitting around without a stitch on but the belt and talking with me. I got up and took out my cock to get some and she just screamed "Fuck no!" and tried to get away from me. I don't know why but I just grabbed her, threw her down and started to finger bang her to get her wet. Her ass was up in the air and my hand was pushing her neck down onto the bed and I've never had a womans pussy slick up like hers did. I swear I'd hardly touched her and she was wet as fuck. So I slammed my cock home and used her like a cumrag. She just lay there and took it, and when I finished cumming in her she curled up and I walked out. I heard the shower later but when I brought her dinner she didn't say shit, just kept her blanket pulled up to her chin.
G: What the fuck? She liked it or something?
M: Or something. Anyway, after another day or two of pretty much the same thing I made her start exercising with me. You know I take that shit seriously so I started her up easy, but made it clear this was her job. I'd gotten her some clothes when I was in town so she wasn't naked but she might as well have been. Anyway, the exercise helped with her detox and she got a real appetite and we started hanging out more, you know, watching tv, cooking, working out, whatever. I still left her chained up most of the time but I started to give her a little freedom when we were in the same room. I had to leave her when I had to do my runs and stuff but it seemed like she would just work out more or watch TV. We got into a pattern where she'd start flirting and flashing more and more. Then I'd grab her and try to kiss her or squeeze her tit and she'd go nuts. I'd push her down and fuck her or facefuck her or bang her ass, then she'd go clean up and be quiet for a day or two. I figured that's just how she liked it, and I kind of liked it too.
G: That seems really fucked up Max. So what the fuck were you doing this for anyway?
M: Shut the fuck up George. I told you I'm getting to it. But I gotta tell you this part first. So we're about a month into this and I figure I've got to find out if she's gonna try to bolt on me so I set it up. We'd just finished working out and she was still off her chain and I pretended to get an emergency call and bolted out of the house. I grabbed the LeMans and sprinted down the road but cut back on the dirt bypass and was hiding in the bushes near the end of my driveway. Well it was about 10 minutes later when she must have figured I'd really forgotten so she bolts out the door and jumps in the Mustang. I'd left the keys on the counter so I knew she'd try for it. She starts down the driveway hard and I step out of the bushes, probably 100 yards away. I saw her eyes George. She zero'd in on me like a fucking laser. And then she floors the gas. You know, there's ditches on both sides there so she was 100% gonna pop me with my own car and keep going. So I hit the remote ignition cutout I had in my hand and the car stopped about 10 feet from me. She was out the door and running before that but I was still faster than her then and I slammed her into the ground when I tackled her. I tossed her over my shoulder and dragged her back to the house while she tried her best to beat me up and scream my ears bloody. I got my cane and stripped down her lycra and whipped her ass and thighs bloody. At the end she wasn't even making a sound, just laying there gasping while I rammed my bloody cock up her ass and pumped her full of cum. I locked her back up and went and cleaned myself up.
G: Jesus Max. What the fuck!
M: Don't worry about her George. She was gasping because she was fucking cumming like the little cunt she was. Anyway, we went back to the old rules for about a week and then she turns to me in the kitchen - locked to the radiator, by the way - and says "I get it now. I've got it pretty good here and you need me around here for something more than getting off once in awhile. I know you'll keep me locked up for a while but I won't try to run again." Then she goes back to making a salad. Anyway, I kept an eye on her but I started giving her more time without the chain and she kept her word. She didn't try to bolt. She started working out even harder than I did and I helped her with her diet and shit. She really started firming up well. She started making runs with me and we'd do errands into town together and she didn't try to run or rat me out or anything. But I stopped letting her bait me. I had to figure out what was up with her and sex so even when she's flashing her pussy or rubbing up against me I refuse to take the bait and bang her. So it was after about two weeks of no sex when she comes into the kitchen. I've finished my breakfast and am just sitting there drinking my coffee with my dirty plate in front of me. She's wearing a tiny mesh top that hides nothing and that's it. I can even smell her wet pussy. I just ignore her and she comes over and stands next to me and starts fingering her pussy, dipping her finger in and stroking her clit. I look up at her and said "Ask for my cock." She fucking GOES OFF. She's slapping at me, saying shit like, "I'd never ask for your limp dick in a million years you cumsucking faggot." She shoves my plate off the table and lays back, spreading her pussy open and fingerbanging herself. "You'll never see the inside of this cunt again you little bitch!" So I stood up and popped her right in the belly.
G: You mother fucker!
M: Ah, get off your high horse dickbreath. I wasn't hard, just enough to knock the wind out of her. So she flops back, eyes wide, mouth going like a fish while she tries to get her diaphragm working again and I whip out my cock and ram it home. And she's fucking cumming instantly. She's gasping from getting hit and cumming and she can't get ahead of the thing and I see her eyes roll back and she has The. Hardest. Fucking. Orgasm. Ever. She fucking passes right the fuck out but she's breathing again so I finish banging the fuck out of her limp body and fill her pussy up with a load of cum. Then I pulled my pants back up and started cleaning up the mess. I was at the sink when she gave a little gasp as she woke up. She got herself up from the table and went back to her room. I wiped the puddle of cum up off the table and we went back to the old way. She'd bait me and when I felt like getting off I'd grab her and bang whatever fuckhole I felt like. She never said another word about any of it.
G: God damn. What a fucked up thing Max.
M: Ha! Like you've got anything to say about it. You cheat with any coke whore who'll spread for you while you pretend to be all white bread with little wifey. How many brats do you have now George? Three? If you're such a fine upstanding man why don't you tell your little housewife to open up her asshole for a few lines like the whore you hit up last night did? At least that way you wouldn't knock her up again.
G: Geez, Max, settle down! I'm just saying it sounds fucking intense.
M: You know, you can get used to anything. So anyway, by now we're about three months into this and things have settled down. Chloe is getting fucking built - I mean, a total fucking hardbody. She sees me working the bags so she wants to learn how to fight. We start with the bags, then we're using the pads, and inside a month we're sparring. She was a fucking natural and god damn, when she went off the leash she was fucking dangerous. But anyway, one day I tell her we're heading into the city. "What for?" she says. "Getting your tits." was my response. She didn't bat an eye, just got ready and we drove to a plastic surgeon. He was a sometimes customer, sometimes referrer, but he was good. He and Chloe talked me down from Ds to some solid C's and they were right. She's so tiny that D's would have looked stupid, but she had those kind of floppy B cups before and the implants filled them out perfect. Plus she had rock star nipples that looked great perched on those little globes. Anyway, those take about a month to heal, and it's summer now so she's outside tanning naked and she fucking looks so good. This is when we got her teeth fixed up too so now if you'd tried to match her up with the skanky meth whore I started with you'd never have recognized her.
G: Ha. You're own little pygmalion.
M: Fuck you George, I passed english lit too. So anyway, this is when it all starts to come together. One day I toss her the keys to the Le Mans and I said to go audition at the State Line Gentlemens Club. "What the fuck, Max? All this so I can dance for titty money?" I figured she was too god damn smart to go in without knowing the full story so I gave it to her.
