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Slave Wife
Chapter 5
Although my subjugation of Donna was
going well, I still had a lot to do before I took my vacation, and not just at
work. I needed to plan the trip more
carefully than I’d planned any other.
Where to go, and how to get there. What to do at our destination. How to completely break Donna, and make her a
totally submissive slut?
I considered a number of destinations
and means of arriving there, finally deciding on a true cross-country
trip:
I knew that Donna detested riding
busses, because she’d grown up in a family with little money and Greyhound was
their primary mode of transportation when visiting relatives. A quick check online showed it was a three
day trip, with several transfers. Perfect for my plans.
I also decided that because I wanted to witness the first part of what
was becoming known in my mind as “Donna’s Slutty Adventure,” we’d fly to
I told Donna nothing of my plans, keeping her
completely ignorant about the fact that she would be going on a trip at all.
The morning of the trip, I provided
Donna with the only things she’d be taking with her: A plastic child’s purse with Barbie logos
emblazoned on it, containing nothing but her driver’s license (she’d need it to
get through airport security) and two dozen condoms. Her “traveling clothes” consisted of a black
leather mini-skirt; a stained, threadbare cropped tank top that was several
sizes too small; and a pair of cheap, red plastic heels. She wore no makeup, and in preparation for
the trip, I prohibited her from bathing that morning, after having thoroughly
used her the night before. Once fully
dressed, she presented exactly the appearance I wanted: A cheap, trailer trash slut. When Donna saw herself in the mirror, she
began crying, but stopped after I threatened to send her as cargo in a dog
crate. I’m sure after the trip started, she wished she’d taken me up on the offer.
The fun (for me, anyway) began with
the trip to the airport. I had her sit
up front with the taxi driver, having her lift her skirt and pull the skimpy
top off so the driver – a chain-smoking, heavyset man with a Turkish accent who
was wearing a pair of slacks, a stained white undershirt shirt, and loafers
without socks – could take liberties with her slutty body while he drove. At one point, it seemed like he was having
troubles concentrating on his driving, so I asked him to pull off into a wooded
area for a quick fuck. He did so
obligingly, wasting no time spreading Donna face-down over the hood of his
taxi, not wasting any time before he began reaming her dripping hole, cumming
quickly and then grinning from ear-to-ear as my wife knelt in front of him and
gently sucked his unwashed, cum-covered cock clean.
Once that business was taken care of,
we resumed our ride to the airport. I
told him to pull off the road for a minute, as there was one more bit of
business to attend to, and I would like his help with it.
“Since my slut and I won’t be sitting
next to each other,” I explained, showing him the stainless steel butt plug and
ben wa balls from Donna’s purse, “I need something to
keep her occupied. I need to go check
in, but if you could make sure these get where they belong, and then send her
to the ticket counter, I’d appreciate it.”
He nodded at me with a grin, while
Donna’s horror-filled eyes moved back and forth between us. He then handed me his business card, telling
me that if I ever need a ride, he’d be more than willing to accept the use of
my slut in lieu of cash. I left with my
luggage, barely glancing as the taxi drove off with Donna sitting naked in the
front seat, heading for a slightly more private location than the airport terminal
loading zone.
It was still early when we got to the
airport, and the lot was deserted. Since
Donna had left a puddle of cunt snot on the seat of the cab, I had her bend
over beside the open door and lick her mess up while I gave the cabbie one more
shot at my slut, this time standing behind her and taking her right up the cunt
while I stood watch. When he came, he
shoved the side of Donna’s face into what remained of her mess, smearing her
makeup and covering it with girl juice.
The cabbie just zipped himself up and handed me his business card,
saying that if my slut and I ever needed a ride anywhere, another piece of ass
would be all he would need as payment. I
promised him I would, and that I hoped the next time we wouldn’t be in so much
of a hurry so he’d be able to enjoy himself a bit more. He opened the trunk, and I had my slut – with
cum now dripping down the inside of her thighs and a sheen
of cunt juice on her face – carry my bags to the terminal doors.
After checking in, I got a nice latté
at the Starbucks concession and sat watching the goings-on at the ticket
counter. Donna showed up about twenty
minutes later, walking rather stiff-legged – sort of like she had a pipe stuck
up her ass, which she did – her lipstick once again mussed. It appeared our taxi driver decided he should
get paid for his last task with a blow job.
Not that I minded at all.
I could see the look of disgust on
the ticket clerk’s face when Donna walked up to her, and it got worse when she
got close to the counter. With a sheen of cum on her face and more dripping down her thigh,
she looked and smelled like a freshly-fucked whore. The clerk gingerly took Donna’s drivers
license between two fingers, setting it immediately down while she input the
passenger information into the ticketing computer. As she handed Donna her boarding pass, I
could clearly see her point towards the restrooms and mouth something about how
Donna might want to get cleaned up before boarding. Donna just blushed and walked away as quickly
as she could, holding her short skirt down as much as she could to avoid
exposing her nearly naked body any more than it already was.
I already knew she’d have problems
getting through security, and that her ticket had been flagged because she had
no luggage. The other problem was that she’d would never make it through the metal detector carrying
all the metal inside her holes. I
watched her attempt to make it through the screening, squirming uncomfortably
as a matronly TSA agent took her away by the arm. Donna told me later that she was subjected
to a strip search, and that the middle-aged security agent made no attempt to
hide her disgust, muttering about sluts and perverts. Donna told me the security officer had
apparently told her colleagues, because she saw them pointing her out and
staring while she stood in line.
I waited a few minutes before clearing
through security myself,
and went straight to my gate.
Although we were booked on the same flight, I’d purchased the tickets
separately and arranged for us to not sit together. In fact, Donna had an aisle seat in the first
row of economy class, while I sat a few rows further back, also on the aisle,
so I could keep an eye on her. I noticed
quite a few uniformed soldiers in the waiting area, and that gave me an idea.
Where Donna was seated, there was no
way she could keep anyone walking past her from realizing she wasn’t wearing
panties, and since this particular airline didn’t board by seat number, I made
sure she was standing at the front of the line.
By the time I got on board, she was already seated, her bare slit on
display for anyone who happened to look down.
As I passed her, I surreptitiously passed her a note I’d written while
waiting to board.
“Take your butt plug and the benwa
balls out, and set
them on the seat next to you. After the
seat belt sign goes off, find one of the soldiers, take him to the restroom and
let him use your slutty body any way he wants.
When he’s finished, ask him to
send his buddies, and that you’ll do whatever any of them want as your way of
thanking them for their service. You
will not ask any of them to wear a condom, but if they do, you will provide
one. You may not use anything but your
hands and mouth to clean yourself between customers, and nothing after the last
one. When they are finished using you,
you will return immediately to your seat.”
Donna blanched when she read the
note, but when she turned to look back at me, I pretended I wasn’t paying any
attention. I wanted her to think I was
treating this like a normal event, just a Master telling his slave to spread
her legs for strangers, as though it were an every day, common occurrence. It just wasn’t all that common for her…yet.
The seatbelt light went out about
fifteen minutes into the flight, and a moment later, I saw Donna stand up and
walk down the aisle. She stopped at the
row directly in front of me and leaned down to the soldier who was sitting
there. I heard her whisper that she
needed some help, and would he mind giving her some assistance. I think the only person grinning wider than
me was the soldier, as Donna led him back to the restroom. Heads turned as she made her way down the
aisle, everyone knowing what was going to take place.
I counted a total of nine soldiers –
eight men and one woman - who made their way to the back of the plane before
Donna returned, her makeup mussed and the distinct smell of freshly-fucked
pussy wafting down the aisle with her.
She’d obeyed me by not cleaning herself, and I could see drying cum not only
on her face, but dribbling down the insides of her thighs as well. It was obvious to everyone that she’d just
sucked and fucked every one of those soldiers.
With an almost nonplussed expression, she got to her seat, reached up to
the overhead to retrieve a blanket – exposing her naked backside to the entire
cabin in the process – and snuggled down for a nap. I suppose she deserved it, having worn
herself out expressing her appreciation to our fighting men and women.
The rest of the trip to
I hailed a cab, and off we went to
our accommodations. My slut paid for the
trip the same way she’d paid the last cab driver. The only difference was this guy was
skinnier, a local college student, and insisted on taking her up the ass. By now, Donna was so inured to this sort of
treatment that she simply bent over, lifted her skimpy, cum-stained skirt, and
spread her legs for him.
I’d had two thoughts about a place to
spend the night, since neither of us were scheduled to
leave until the next day. The first was
to reserve the nicest suite in the nicest hotel in town. Unfortunately, there aren’t any really great
hotels in
I’d reserved the room for one, so the
clerk was a bit surprised when I showed up with my slut in tow. He mentioned that the only room they had left
– the one I’d reserved several days earlier - was a small one, with just a twin
bed in it. I replied that was okay,
because my pet slut would be sleeping on the floor anyway. When I invited him to stop by a bit later for
some entertainment, he shook his head and said he wouldn’t touch the skanky
bitch with a ten foot pole, but if I wanted a REAL whore, just to let him know.
I had Donna strip off her skimpy
clothing as soon as she entered the room, not even waiting for the door to
close before ordering her to undress. I
left her kneeling on the floor for a few minutes while I quickly inspected the
room. It was exactly what I’d hoped for;
tiny and smelly, with a filthy carpet and even filthier bathroom. Not only was there a ring around the bathtub,
but one in the toilet as well, evidence that it had been weeks – if not months
– since it had been properly cleaned. I
tossed Donna a stained but clean washcloth and told her to get washed up…using
water from the toilet. She looked
mortified, but obeyed, scrubbing the caked-on semen from her pussy and thighs,
and then the girl cum still dried on her face.
The bed wasn’t all that comfortable,
but I’m sure I slept better than Donna did.
After I brutally fucked her ass (making her suck me clean afterwards, of
course), I tied her face down on the floor, legs spread apart and bound to the
old steam radiator against the wall, wrists behind her back. She spent the night in this position, the
stench of the filthy carpet constantly in her nostrils as she tried to sleep.
I woke up not quite refreshed, and
after my morning blow job, introduced Donna to the “joy” of being a human
urinal. I did have some pity on her,
however, since it was her first time as a piss drinker, and emptied myself
slowly into her open mouth, filling it and then waiting for her to swallow, taking several times before I finally emptied my
bladder. As a reward, I let Donna diddle
herself to a quick orgasm and then lick her fingers clean. Then I took a nice, hot shower wile my slave
wife cleaned up with a quick sponge bath from the toilet.
I checked out, having the cab drop me
off at the airport before taking Donna to the bus depot. She had no money, but I knew she’d figure out
a way to pay for the ride. It was, of
course, the same way she’d paid for the last two taxis she’d ridden in.
What happened to Donna during her trip was…well…interesting, to say the least, and something I had her relate to me in detail once we met up again.
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