Chapter 8 - Halloween
Both Paul and Anne had been very careful to keep Anne's "normal" life
separate from her life with Paul. Just a whisper of Anne's seeing an older
man, older being anyone out of High School, would bring way too much
scrutiny from Ann's father, and possibly the police. Paul did not want to
see that happen. And Anne, she would never be able to face anyone ever
again if the truth came out. So Anne lived two lives.
But with a Halloween dance at Anne's school, Paul was determined to go
with her. With a costume on, no one would know who he was, or his age.
Anne on the other hand felt depressed when Paul told her that he would go
with her. She did not understand why but inside her, school had been her
refuge from Paul and her family. School was the one place where she could
relax with her friends and just have the worries and problems of every
other 17 year old girl. School was where the real Anne lived.
But Paul didn't ask Anne if she wanted him to go. And Anne didn't offer
Paul her opinion - not on anything. So Anne was going to the dance with
Paul. She arrived Friday evening at Paul's house as instructed.
Paul then laid out her costume for her. It was a bridal gown. Anne was
uneasy as soon as she saw the gown. This wasn't right. Marriage was
something very special to her. Like most young girls, she knew that
someday she would find the right boy and they would get married. And
that day would forevermore be one of the most special days in her life.
Marriage was for love and caring and a lifetime commitment with that one
special boy. Anne's eyes started to mist over as she thought of someday
finding that boy and being happily married. And then, with a word from
Paul she was shaken out of her daydream.
"Get dressed my little whore wife."
NO, no he couldn't drag this dream down into the gutter with her. Not
this. It would mean that when she really got married, it would just be a
reminder of one more sex game Paul played with his little whore. He
couldn't do this to her. He couldn't destroy what would someday be the
most special day of her life. He just couldn't take that away from her.
"Oh no Paul, please not that dress. I can't dress as a bride, I just can't. Oh
god, please don't make me do it." And with that Anne threw herself at
Paul's feet sobbing and holding his feet and begging him to let her wear
something else.
Paul was totally taken aback by this. He had plans for later in the evening
that would make the dress appropriate. But he had never expected this kind
of reaction. Just the thought of wearing it was devastating Anne. He really
really needed to take this into consideration.
Paul crouched down and pulled Anne up so she was kneeling too, facing
up to him. He had never seen a face so full of anguish and despair. Anne
was shivering with fear. So much so that she would probably have fallen
over if he hadn't been holding her.
"Dear dear Anne" Paul said softly stroking her face. "Don't you love me.
Don't you love me more than anything?"
"Ye-yes Paul, I love you. Oh dear god I love you. But please do---"
Paul put a finger on her lips and shushed her. Then he went back to
stroking her face. "And I love you my little piece of fuck-meat. You're my
sweet little whore. You're my special little hot cunt."
And with each word Paul said Anne shook as though hit. Her poor little
mind didn't know how to take the loving words that also called her a slut.
The gentle hand stroking her face as Paul continued to tell her how he
loved to watch her suck his cock and spread his cum all over her face. Her
mind wanted to both hold Paul for saying he loved her and run for being
called a slut.
Paul continued to talk to Anne watching her get wound up tighter and
tighter. "Such a beautiful little girl when you lie back and masturbate while
watching porno videos. I love you so much when I see you dancing with
other men jacking their cocks off onto the front of your dress. Such a vision
of loveliness when you spread your legs under the table and pull your pussy
lips apart to show other men your cunt. I dream of you every night,
thinking of you at home, using your vibrator on your clit, while your
parents are sleeping in the room next to yours."
And Anne got more and more confused. Paul was talking in the gentle
voice of a kind man who loved her. And he was telling her that. But with
each comment about the acts he made her perform, she wanted to scream
and run away. God, her shaking was getting so bad she had to put both
arms around Paul's neck to not fall over.
Yes, she was a slut. But Paul loved her that way. It was ok that she was a
slut, no - no it wasn't. She wasn't really a slut. She was a good girl. Yes,
she really was - wasn't she. But no, a good girl wouldn't do all those
things. She was a slut and Paul loved her anyways. Even with everything
she had done, he still loved her. But no, no, she---
And as Paul say her eyes go totally vacant and her shaking become even
more pronounced, he reached down to her clit and started rubbing while
whispering to her "whore, cunt, slut, fuck-meat, cum for me you little slut -
you know that's what you want. Cum all over my fingers and show me
what a whore you are."
No, he couldn't be doing this to her. What kind of slut did he think she
was trying to get her to cum now. She wasn't a -- oh my god, "NO NO NO,
OH GOD NO PLEASE GOD NO" Anne shouted as she started to cum.
She didn't know it, but her mind was so overwhelmed, it needed anything
to release all the tension it was under - anything. And so it released
through the cum. And released and released and released. Paul stopped
rubbing her clit and still, Anne climaxed for about 5 minutes. It was the
strongest cum she had ever had.
And the entire time, Paul held her close and whispered lovingly in her ear
"that's it, cum my little cunt. I love you my little slut. Just let it go my
little
whore. Show me how you need to cum and cum and cum my sweet sweet
piece of trash."
And the words kept pounding into Anne's mind as the cum rolled on and
on and on. And to not get totally lost in the anarchy her mind was in, she
clung to the one rock that was available. She held on to Paul. And she
fastened her mind on to the fact that he loved her. Paul loved her and
would save her. It was all ok...
Finally the orgasm stopped and Anne slumped in Paul's arms. Paul stroked
her head for a minute and then stood her up. Anne was on automatic pilot.
She just stood there as Paul dressed her. First he put a white corset on her.
It went from her waist to the bottom of her breasts.
Paul then tightened and tightened it. Because Anne was so zoned out, her
body didn't fight the tightening at all and Paul was able to reduce her waist
by 7", more than ever before. She now was almost a charactature of the
perfect feminine waist.
After that came white lace stockings and gloves. The gloves went almost to
her shoulders. And both the gloves and stockings had a special feature.
Sewn in at the wrist and ankle were very unobtrusive restraints. Even
looking close it merely looked like heavy lace with a decorative shoestring.
But once Paul tied up the shoestring Anne could not remove them and the
loops in the shoestring could be used to tie her down.
And then came the dress (no underwear for Ann on her wedding night). It
didn't have a train because that wouldn't work at the party. What it did
have was almost 100 buttons that buttoned from the throat (where the
collar could also be used as a restraint) to the hem at the floor.
From the hips down it billowed out with multiple petticoats underneath.
But from the waist up it was skin tight, giving Anne that virginal look all
wedding dresses achieve, while still fully displaying and incredibly sexy
body.
Paul buttoned up most of the buttons, leaving Anne's breasts exposed for
the moment. And then he put Anne's wedding hat on her, complete with
veil. There she stood, a vision of loveliness, the radiant bride, waiting for
her groom.
Now Paul couldn't let anyone see him. One look at his face would let
people know he was in his mid 20s. So he had rented a gorilla suit. And
over the gorilla suit he wore a tuxedo. So Anne had her groom - a gorilla.
After Paul dressed he walked over to Anne and pushed her to her knees. He
then pulled out his cock (a popular feature in the gorilla costume was a
removable crotch piece), lifted Anne's veil, and pushed his cock into
Anne's mouth.
Anne started sucking automatically. And with that she woke out of her
daze. Here she was in her wedding dress, with a beast as a groom, sucking
his cock. That was only right for a slut like her. She did not deserve a
normal wedding with a nice young boy. No, for her wedding she belonged
on her knees, blowing the man she loved. A man who was a beast, which a
dirty piece of scum like her was lucky to have.
And tears started rolling down Anne's cheeks as the dream within her, that
special dream in every young girl, about that special wedding that would
some day happen, as that dream was replaced by the reality of what would
be. That some day, the little whore would drop to her knees, blow her
groom, so he might be willing to marry a sleazy tramp.
Paul looked down and saw the tears. God how he loved to watch her cry.
He loved that more than anything else he thought. If he could have her
constantly in tears, constantly crying for parts of her soul she was loosing,
then, well life would be just about perfect.
Paul reached down and pushed Anne's head away from his prick. He then
pulled her veil down and pushed his cock, with the veil around it, into
Anne's mouth. "That's it my blushing virginal bride. Suck my cock
through your veil. Whenever you wear a veil again you can think of
sucking my cock through it. Won't you love your wedding when you walk
down the aisle and all you can think of is my cock coming through your
veil, into your mouth?"
And with his words Anne's tears became even more pronounced, gushing
down her cheeks to land in her lap. Yes she was just a cock-sucking whore.
And that's all she would be when she got married. Oh god Paul, don't ever
leave me she thought. No other man would be willing to marry someone as
slutty as her. Oh please don't ever leave me.
And then Paul started to cum. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and
sprayed his cum all over her still exposed breasts. He then wiped his cock
off on her chest and put it away. "Button up your dress whore, you don't
want your friends to know what a dirty slut you are."
Anne looked down through her tears. There was cum all over her chest.
She sobbed even harder as she buttoned the dress up, mashing the cum
between her wedding dress and her tits. Anne, the little girl would still
have her dream of someday having that special wedding. But that dream
would always include having fresh cum on her tits while walking down the
aisle. Another little piece of Anne had died.
Anne and Pail had a fun, and relatively normal time at the party. There
wasn't much Paul could do there if he wanted. So instead, he acted as
though there were bride and groom, about to get married.
And Anne, Anne was in heaven. Paul, who she loved so very much, was
there by her side and being just wonderful. Anne was actually, for the first
time in her life, seeing how a normal relationship worked. Anne didn't
know it was normal. She found it very strange. But she also found it
wonderful.
And the euphoria swept her up into the play-acting. Yes they were bride
and groom, about to get married. And it was Halloween, and kids were
drinking in the corners, so what was one pair acting as though it was their
wedding. Totally normal by any standards.
Yes thought Anne, this is wonderful. I'm in love with a wonderful man
that I'm going to marry. And he loves me and everything will be so
wonderful. Not even the dried cum on the inside of her wedding dress
could spoil it.
On the drive back from the party to Paul's house Anne laid back and
floated on a cloud. This had been the most wonderful night of her life. Yes,
everything was wonderful.
When they got to the house Paul insisted on carrying Anne in through the
doorway. He then looked down on the serenely happy face and smiled. She
was so completely happy right now, he couldn't imagine a better setup.
"Well my blushing bride, its our wedding night. And you know what that
means don't you?" Paul asked as he headed toward his bedroom.
It took a couple of seconds to sink in through the euphoria and then Anne
started to realize, oh god no - he can't be planning to have sex with me. oh
god no.
Paul say the horror creep onto Anne's face and smiled again. Yes, as he
had thought, from the heights of estacy to the depths of despair. This was
going to be one hell of a ride for her tonight. He had guessed as much,
Anne hadn't really believed that they would ever have sex.
Yes, Paul had dragged Anne through a lot. But he hadn't had to override
any of her central beliefs. He made her masturbate - but that certainly
didn't go against any basic instincts. And she watched porno films that
completely degraded women. But the truth was she had come to get turned
on by those and Paul was a good excuse for watching them.
Even the blow-jobs weren't that bad. Around school they were discussed as
the last-ditch safety valve. If a boyfriend was too insistent. If they both got
too hot and heavy, well a blow-job was ok then. It was a totally different
area of the body. It wasn't sex.
But sex. No she couldn't have sex. It was so inconceivable to her that they
would have sex that she had never really seriously considered it. Sex was
for that one special boy when she got married. And there was not just 17
years of her parents message, there was millions of years of evolution
behind this. No sex except for that one special boy.
And when that special boy would have come along, it would have taken
months to build up to the point where they had sex. She had no experience
of slowly blossoming love that leads to that beautiful act of making love.
Her mind had not learned how to tie the two together and use making love
to build on the love between two people.
Suddenly Anne's body started struggling. Paul almost dropped her at first,
but then grabbed tighter and stepped into the bedroom.
"NO NO NO NO NO. I WON'T DO THIS. YOU CAN'T DO THIS. LET
ME GO RIGHT NOW. I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE PICTURES, I
DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING, LET ME GO, LET ME GO." Anne
started shouting.
Paul threw her down on the bed, threw himself on top of her, and went to
work fastening first her arms, and then her legs to the straps he had
waiting. "You're not going anywhere my little slut bride. Its our wedding
night and I'm going to fuck your cherry. And it was so sweet that a little
whore like you kept her cherry for our wedding night."
"OH GOD NO, YOU CAN'T DO THIS. PLEASE LET ME GO. SEND
MY FATHER THE PICTURES, I DON'T CARE JUST LET ME GO
RIGHT NOW. YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME, I'M NOT A WHORE, I'M
NOT, I'M NOT." Anne was screaming now and struggling as hard as she
could against the straps tying her down.
Paul watched her frantically trying to get away while unbuttoning her skirt
from the hem to the waist. He had expected resistance, but not this much.
This wasn't a timid creature that had to be pushed into place. This was the
real Anne fighting to save herself. This was a creature that would not
relent.
Paul suddenly realized that he could easily loose her tonight. She had to
return home or the police would be called. And if he didn't break this inner
Anne who had surfaced, she would never return. Oh yes, he could ruin her
life. But he would still have lost Anne. And he didn't want that to happen.
He loved this wild creature he had tamed. He loved her more than
anything. And to keep that love, he needed to break her.
"LET ME GO, LET ME GO, YOU CAN'T RAPE ME YOU CAN'T. I'LL
TELL THE POLICE, I'LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED. LET ME GO LET
ME GO YOU SON OF A BITCH."
With that Paul put his cock at the entrance of Anne's pussy and pressed it
in. "I'm raping you you little whore. How does it feel to have your little slut
pussy raped you fucking cunt?"
"NO NO NO, DEAR GOD NO. TAKE IT OUT, OH PLEASE TAKE IT
OUT. DON'T RAPE ME, DEAR GOD DON'T RAPE ME."
"Feel my cock rape your wet hole. Tell me no, tell me no all you want and
I'll keep fucking your slit. You're a whore and whore's need to be fucked.
Slut, cunt hole whore fuck you fuck you fuck you."
And as Anne fought and screamed, her body started to respond. And Paul
kept talking to her, telling her what he thought of her as he fucked her.
And Anne's body responded more and more, and yet she was totally
oblivious to that response.
Until it mid-protest she came. "OH GOD NO, NO THIS CAN'T BE
HAPPENING, NO NO - OOOHHH GOOOODDD" and as Paul continued
to pump and Anne continued to climax her cries turned to ones of joy "OH
YES, YES, OH DEAR GOD YES."
"Its not rape if you cum slut. You can call it rape but if you're loving it its
not rape. Look at you, I raped you and you're such a dirty little whore
you're cumming. What a disgusting little slut. You just love having a cock
up your pussy don't you whore?"
Anne looked at Paul in shock. No, no that wasn't true. It was rape, He was
raping her. She looked up at him and panted between climaxes, "no, you're
raping me you-- ooohh shit, oohh god, oohh -- yo-you're raping meeee
ooohhh goooddd."
And they argued for the next 3 minutes. God she has a strong will thought
Paul. And all during that time he kept pumping his cock into Anne and she
kept cuming and cuming, arguing and fighting between climaxes.
And finally Paul said "ok slut, its rape, tell me to stop, tell me to stop
fucking you - TELL ME NOW TO STOP YOU FUCKING WHORE." And
then Paul fucked has hard and fast as he could.
And Anne looked up, started to say something, and came, and came, and
came, and then she started to say stop, but she couldn't she just couldn't
the cums were too powerful. And then she broke. She couldn't say stop.
She had to keep cuming. "OH YES, OH YES, FUCK ME FUCK ME, OH
GOD YES OOOOOHHHHH GOOOODDDD YYYEEEEEESSS
FUUUCCCKK MMEEEE."
And inside Anne, a very important part of what made Anne crumpled up
and blew away in the winds generated by her voice screaming at Paul to
fuck her. And as it left, Anne tried to recapture it, but another cum hit, and
she asked Paul to fuck her again.
And Anne realized what she had lost. She had lost her moral limits. If this
wall could be torn down, than any wall could be torn down. She had lost
her willpower. Oh god, she had lost everything. And with that, giant sobs
took over Anne's body and rivers of tears flowed down her cheeks.
And Paul continued to pump and Anne continued to have giant climax
after giant climax, and sobbing and crying at the same time. And Paul
looked down and knew he had never seen her as beautiful as she was now.
And this beautiful broken creature was his.
The next 5 days Anne came over she always put up a fight at first. But
each time Paul would tie her down and fuck her till she begged for more.
And then she didn't fight anymore. And then Paul made Anne beg to be
fucked.
And Anne came to love being fucked by Paul. But each time, in the back of
her mind, a little voice would tell her that it was wrong, very wrong. And
that she was a slut for enjoying it and asking for it. And usually, when she
came, Anne would cry from the shame. And Paul was very happy.
