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Wellness Weekend

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Day Five—Defeat

The doorbell rang and Pete was greeted by a wonderful sight. Right before his eyes stood the woman of his dreams: Blonde, long legs, tight ass, big tits, pouty lips, and clad only in a pink micro-bikini. Ricarda had desperately fought to dress into something that wouldn’t let her look like a cheap slut, but try as she might, she always ended up with something that showed off every curve of her body. “Ah, I can’t get over, how hot you look”, Pete commented, when she let him in. He hugged her, pressing his knee in between her legs and grabbing two handfuls of her bare asscheeks. “I like these thongs”, he told her. “You’re dressed, and yet I have everything at hand.” He chuckled, when he felt her crotch rubbing against his leg. “So desperate?", he asked. “I’m afraid, this will have to wait, you horny little thing. I’m starving.” He patted her asscheeks and disengaged from their embrace. “Lead the way.”

She turned and began walking towards her kitchen. “Ricky, stop!” Pete enjoyed the view of her nearly naked ass, but something was missing. “Ricky, you should get used to a more seductive walk. Wiggle your ass!” When she took up her walk, Ricky carefully put one foot in front of the other. “Yeah, I knew you had it in you. Shake that ass of yours. Shake it for daddy.” He closed the distance between them, and grabbing her long blonde mane, he yanked her head back until it nearly rested on his shoulder. Ricky whined from the pain, but also could feel her cunt lubricate a bit more. “I will love fucking your tight ass, bitch. And I promise, I won’t be gentle with you”, he hissed into her ear, before he let go of her hair. Ricarda hated him, and she hated herself. She hated herself for being weak enough to let this jerk manipulate her like he did.

They had reached the kitchen table, where she had prepared two menus. “Ricky, do you really think you will find the time to sit?” She bowed her head, trying to hide her anger and humiliation. Pete sat down and spreading his legs a little, he tapped his right thigh. “You can sit here and feed me.” Her face went beat red, when she sat down like indicated. Pete could feel her moisture through his jeans. “My god, Ricky”, he said in mock anger, while he reached down between her thighs, rubbing his hand across the wet cloth of her bikini bottom, “can’t you behave, you horny little minx?” She couldn’t help it, but his words produced even more juices. He swatted her ass, making her jump in surprise. “Get me a cup of coffee, Ricky!” She tried to reach over to the coffeepot, but he stopped her. “Ricky”, he said, visibly annoyed, “when you are serving me, you stand.”

She got up from his leg, grabbed the coffeepot and wanted to pour some coffee into his cup. Again, he stopped her. “How can someone who considered herself smart, be so bloody stupid.” She looked at him questioningly. “You exist to please me, so when you serve me, you stand close to me, legs straight, bent at your waist.” She did, as instructed, turning slightly, so that he had a good view of her cleavage, when she bent down. Pete chuckled inwardly. She had done this of her own accord. He raised his hands and took hold of her nipples, that were poking against her bikini top. Slowly he dragged her down further. “You must bow low to put your big boobies on display. I paid them... well, sort of... so I want the benefits.” He tipped her chin. “Head up, hair out of the way and please... smile at me like a good servant.” When she did, like he had ordered, he patted her lightly on her butt. “Now that’s a good girl. You’re a quick learner, aren’t you? Now you can sit again”, he said, patting his thigh.

Ricarda didn’t know, what she hated more, his rude and brutal manners, when he took his liberties with her body, or his casual arrogance, when he degraded her, treating her like a dumb little child. Regarding the wetness in her crotch, her body denied her anger either way. “That wasn’t too hard, now, was it? Let’s try something else. Please take a croissant and feed it to my mouth. I know you can do it.” Again Ricarda found her body getting aroused. Pete bit down on the offered croissant. He chewed and swallowed and took another bite. Looking down at the table, he said, “we won’t need any napkins.” With that, he reached up and pulled the left cup of her bikini top down. Grabbing her left tit from the underside, he dragged her to his mouth. “See”, he told her while whipping his mouth across her titflesh, “I have everything I need at hand.”

Ricarda’s face went beat red, from the shame and anger she was feeling. Suddenly he bit down hard on her nipple, making her yell in pain. “You should keep your nipples harder, though. Makes it easier for me to clean the corners.” Tightening his grip on her tit, he rubbed her sore nipple through the corners of his mouth. “I must compliment you on your tits. Not only do they look pretty fuckable, they’ re useful, too.” Pete continued his breakfast, letting himself being fed and using her tits from time to time to wipe his mouth. When Ricarda poured him his second cup of coffee, he pulled out her right tit as well. “Just because of the symmetry”, he told her. Ricarda’s head was spinning. Try as she might, she couldn’t deny the pleasure, her body was feeling, whenever she was serving him or being used by him. What really worried her, was the fact, that her rage was slowly but surely replaced by shame and despair. She was fearing it, but she began to accept her fate. She felt, she was losing the battle, which only added to her distress.

When he was finished, Pete let her clear the table and followed her to the kitchen, her tits still hanging out of her top, his hand resting on her half naked ass. Ricarda bent down to the dishwasher, but Pete stopped her, when he suddenly had an idea. “Ricky, I’ve always been a friend of good old handwork. Please put the dishes in the sink and do it the classical way.” “I don’t have any brush”, she complained. “Really? And what are those?” he said pointing towards her naked tits. “They worked fine as napkins, so you could easily use them for the dishes. Here, let me help you.” Pete grabbed one of her naked tits and dragged her towards the sink, pulling it down underneath the faucet. When her breast was soaked, he took his cup in his free hand and pulled her tit into it. Twisting and squeezing, pushing and pulling, he moved her tit across its smooth inside, until the cup was spotless clean. “See, if it works with a cup, it should be even easier with the plates.” He grinned at her. “I’ll wait for you in the living room, darling.”

While he sat and watched TV, Pete was wondering about his perverted mind. He had always liked his girlfriends to follow his lead, but he never has degraded them to such a degree. ‘On the other hand’, he thought to himself, ‘that bitch had patronized me from our first day, so it’s only fair, if it’s payback time. At least I let her enjoy it.’ With that thought his scruples were gone as fast as they had occurred, and he continued watching the news. After about ten minutes Ricarda came in, her face red, but her tits still hanging out of he her top. Her walk was as seductive as a hooker’s, promising everything. Pete stood and hugged her, one hand on her ass, the other behind her head. His face moved forward, and she automatically opened her pouty lips for a kiss. Ricarda was surprised at this almost gentle gesture, after he had debased her so much. It was her, who grew more passionate, her tongue playing with his, drawing herself more intensely against his body.

He broke the kiss, his thumb caressing her lips, until she sucked it in. “Please...", she whispered. “Please, what?” “Please, I know you can make me come... I am so hot, I need to come.” She looked so hot and sweet in her desperate state, he almost gave in. Almost! “I know, my little slut. You’d do anything now, to find release, but there’s so much to learn for you. You need to come? I don’t care about your needs. You’re my own personal whore, so it’s all about MY needs. First, you will have to accept that you simply don’t matter, my frustrated horny bitch.” She was moaning at his abuse. “Second, you’ll learn that there are levels of arousal, you wouldn’t have thought possible.” He gave her left nipple a pinch, which had her press her body further into him. “And finally, you will discover that only through my complete satisfaction, you will find pleasure yourself.”

Ricarda was shamelessly rubbing her crotch against his leg, humping him like a dog bitch in heat. She found herself thinking, he might be true, fearing she might give in to the urges of her body. Thoughts of submission and humiliation flooded her mind, exciting her, electrifying her heat, while she tried to fight them off. “Let me show you what I mean. Ricky, I want you to kneel down in front of me and put your hands behind your back.” She didn’t hesitate a second to do as she was told. She even arched her back and spread her legs apart. “Since your tits are all nice and slippery, I will use them now for a nice tit-fuck.” He took one step forward, until his erect prick rested in the valley of her heavy globes. Then he grabbed a tit in each hand and pressed them together. Slowly, he began pumping up and down in the valley of her tits.

Ricky imagined, what she looked like, being down on her knees, in front of him. With her hands behind her back, she was nothing but a pair of tits to him, a pair of tits he used for his pleasure. Worst of all, she found herself getting even more aroused by that thought. She was trash, just good enough to provide him with a pair of tits, he could use. Ricky was way beyond the point, where she normally would find release. She was desperate to frig her cunt, but she had to keep her hands clasped behind her back. Anyway, she somehow knew, that even rubbing her clit wouldn’t be enough this time. She needed him, she totally depended on his pleasure. When she saw Pete smile down at her, she noticed that she had stared into his eyes all the time, hoping to find a sign that he enjoyed fucking her tits, hoping her tits felt good for him, wrapped around his cock.

There was a brief moment, where she was shocked, at what she was feeling, what she was thinking. All she was capable of, was hoping her body would be good enough to bring him satisfaction. This short moment of clearness soon passed by, when she felt his member beginning to throb and vibrate in between her pleasure mounds. He was about to come, and she was looking forward to it, yearning for the approval of her qualities. She tried to shake off this kind of perverted thought, but her cunt took the better part of her. Pete had stopped all movement. Instead he yanked her tits up and down his pole, jerking her whole body to and fro. Just before he came, he pulled her back, so she was sitting on her heels. And then he came, letting his seed spray all over her tits and face. One string even landed in her hair. More than just letting it happen, Ricarda welcomed the slimy goo hitting her exposed body and face. She tried to hate this degrading act, but each splash wiped her worries away, leaving only thoughts of being useful to Pete.

Pete chuckled inwardly, when he saw her content, cum-covered face looking up at him. He could get used to that look. Her tits had felt good to his hands, soft to the touch, yet firm enough to stay in shape. He was sure that these tits could take a licking and keep on sticking straight out. He had to test it, one of these days. For a tit-lover like him, they were a dream come true. Dr. Snyder was a genius. Feeling benevolent after he had emptied his balls on Ricky’s magnificent hooters, he decided to give her a little pleasure, too. “Ricky, I’m very pleased with your excellent pleasure pillows. Indeed, they are quite satisfying, so to say”, he told the kneeling woman, “why don’t you take a shower? Take your time. And just because you were such a fine little whore, you may frig your cunt to orgasm, if you like.” Pete nearly burst in laughter, when she hurriedly jumped to her feet and ran towards the bathroom, her big tits bouncing. After the bathroom door was slammed shut, it took only 10 seconds, until he heard her screaming, when she finally had found the release she had needed so much.

Her release helped a lot. With all the tension gone, Ricarda was able to get her wits together. Pete was sitting in her living room, waiting for her. She had to go down, face him again. She wondered whether she should visit Dr. Snyder again, maybe offering him a substantial amount of money to turn her back to her true self. But then, Pete would be very displeased with her. What was she thinking? She desperately tried to focus on a plan to visit Dr. Snyder, but simply wasn’t able to. She thought of other possibilities to end her ordeal. All the time, the thought of displeasing Pete returned, each time stronger than before. She still was able to hate him, for what he had done for her, but she just could not disobey or displease him. With a sigh, she picked out a pair of red lace panties with a matching babydoll and walked down to the living room.

Hearing her coming down, Pete turned his head. “Hello sweetheart”, he said with a grin, “would you please stand in the middle of the room and do some nice and sexy posing for me, Ricky?” Ricarda knew pretty well, that he hadn’t asked her. She couldn’t help but do, like he had instructed. She stood, with her shoulders back and her legs spread. “Nice underwear”, he commented, “a little bit too decent for my taste. Covers way too much of your curvy body. I like to see a bit more naked skin, you know. Please take care to buy something more appropriate. Remember, you are no longer a woman, you’re a slut now.” Ricarda couldn’t believe that even this scandalous nightie wasn’t enough for this bastard. One week ago, she would never have dared to wear such revealing underwear. Her panties where high-cut, and the top was so small and tight around her tits, it stood way out from her body.

While she turned for him and bent down to reveal her practically naked ass-cheeks to him, Pete continued. “Let me tell you about my plans for the next few days. First you will put all your old clothes in the garbage can. Then you will go shopping. Make sure to only buy cheap and trashy clothes. You know the kind... tight, see-through, revealing. Some hotpants would be nice, but mostly miniskirts, emphasize on mini; plunging necklines are okay, tube tops are better. Be sure to also buy some tops that leave the underside of your hooters visible. I always liked that look. It’s so truly whorish.” She turned again and pulled the crotch of her panties in between her puffy cuntlips. Pete recognized with satisfaction that she was already getting wet again. “Fancy costumes would be fine too. French maid, naughty schoolgirl, a harem outfit... anything to show me what an eager little slave slut you are.”

Ricarda lay on the couch now. Her legs were spread wide. She had pulled up her babydoll and was frantically licking her tits and especially her rock hard nipples. From time to time, she let out an audible moan. She couldn’t deny, that her new tits felt great. They were so sensitive to the touch and even more so to a more vigorous touch. Fake or not, her boobies shot bolts of pleasure through her body and directly to her cunt, when she harshly kneaded them, pinching her nipples between her sharp fingernails. When she finally grabbed her fleshy mounds around her areolas, pulling them upwards as if offering her tits to him, Pete decided to add a little spice to the chilli. He stood and walked to the couch. “Hold that position”, he instructed, before he lifted his right food and put it directly onto her lace covered venus mound, applying just a little pressure. He grinned, when he felt her lifting her lower body, pushing her pubis upwards, pressing harder onto the sole of his shoes. She was almost there.

Once again, Ricarda couldn’t believe to which point she had been changed. Her she lay, spread out like a whore, pinching and squeezing her tits, while rubbing her pubis mound against the sole of the shoes of the same man who was putting her through this nightmare. THIS WAS NOT HER! It felt so good! She could feel every little bump through the lace of her panties. SHE WAS NO WHORE! If she pressed a little bit harder, SHE MIGHT EVEN FIND RELEASE! ‘Someone help me out of here.’ THE PAIN SHE FELT; WHEN SHE RUBBED HARD AGAINST THE LEATHER, ONLY ADDED TO HER AROUSAL! She shouldn’t give in. ONE HARD PUSH AND SHE WOULD BE THERE! She whined, when Pete suddenly withdrew his foot. He stood in front of her, looking triumphantly down at her lewd display. She lay there, desperate, defeated, nothing more than a mess of quivering female flesh. She was so close. What more than her defeat did he want from her?

“Before you are granted another orgasm, I’ll have some things for you to do. When you have purchased appropriate clothes, you will give me complete access to all of your accounts. I guess, you’ve made enough money to allow me to live the life I deserve. If not, you can always earn me some money as a stripper or a hooker. Finally you will inform all your clients that you retire. When they ask, you will tell them, that you have made enough money and want to enjoy life, while you still are young. You will call me, when everything is done. From then on, you have three days to completely surrender to me. I leave this decision to your own free will. But I warn you. If you don’t give yourself willingly to me and beg me to finish your transformation into my personal sex toy, you’ll have to deal with the fact, that your ever growing arousal will never be relieved again. However, if you decide to accept your new life, I promise you a fulfilled life as my slave, slut and whore.” Suddenly his hand shot downwards to her crotch, where it grabbed her cunt vigorously. “Judging from this sopping snatch, I guess you already made your choice.” With that he turned and left her, without giving her the chance to even answer him.

Epilogue: The slave slut

The door opened, and Pete came in. Ricky thrust her tits out and spread her legs even wider. He took a fistful of her hair and pulled her up from her knees. “Lunch ready, bitch?” Ricky smiled at him. “Yes, Pete.” She loved it, when he called her dirty names. She just couldn’t hear it enough, what a dirty slut she was. With his free hand, Pete grabbed her tits one after the other and pulled them out of her bustier. Ricky couldn’t help but moan at his touch. “Let’s go to the kitchen, I’m hungry”, Pete said, dragging her along by her mane. Ricky was glad, that she wore her hair longer nowadays, because pulling her around was much easier for Pete, and she wanted to make the life of the man she loved as comfortable as possible. Of course, she also reveled in the feeling of being led around by her hair. It made her feel so used. And she LOVED being used by her man.

After she had served him lunch, she stood beside him. He pointed at her bustier. “Off!” She obeyed as fast as she could. Ricky loved being obedient for her man. It was her greatest pleasure to be obedient and submissive for Pete. She still couldn’t believe how much of a fuss she had made, when he had picked her up from Dr. Snyder’s resort and told her, what he had done to her. He had her turned into the woman of his dreams, although she had been such a stuck-up bitch before. Was there a better way for a man to show his affection? She remembered that glorious day, when she had come to him, sank down on her knees and begged him to accept her as his slave slut. She still could hear his words, that activated the trigger of her final transformation: “Good-bye, Ricarda the bitch and welcome Ricky the slave slut.” The orgasm she had experienced, when Pete had said these words, had knocked her out. And there had been so many since.

Serving Pete, being his dirty whore and slut was the center of her existence. Just like now, when he ate his lunch, while he took his liberties with her body, grabbing and groping her hot flesh, pinching her nipples or her ass-cheeks to make her jump and squeal in delight. He knew her so well, treating her like the fuck slut she was. “Get me another beer”, he growled and Ricky hurried to comply. When she came back from the fridge, he stood up and grabbing her hair, he pulled her down on her knees in front of him. “Get my dick out and suck me, whore!” Pete seemed to be in a good mood today, allowing her to lavish his wonderful cock. With shaking hands, she opened his zipper and carefully pulled his cock out. She licked the tip several times, before her pouty lips closed over its head. Looking up at him once again a wave of pleasure run through her body. She so much loved being on her knees, serving Pete’s cock.

Kneeling in front of her man, was a perfect place for a whore like her. To think that she had forced him, to lick her cunt, made her shiver in disgust. She despised herself, that she had been such an arrogant bitch to him. She would never be able to make up for her behavior. The fact that Pete was generous enough, to let her try at least, only made him more adorable to Ricky. Pete yanked her head back and off of his dick. “Enough of that!” he grunted and pulled her back to her feet. He grabbed her lace thong and yanked it off. Ricky couldn’t believe her luck. Not only had he used her mouth, he wanted to fuck her, too. “Bend over, slut!” Ricky could feel her cunt lubricating even more, when she bent over the kitchen table. She squealed in delight, when she felt his hands parting her ass-cheeks, and the head of his dick poking against her ass-hole. Pete had to push hard, with only her saliva on his cock as lubrication. She helped him by pushing back, eager to get him in as quick as possible.

Pete once had told her that “a slut is to be ass-fucked without care or else she wouldn’t be a slut.” Ricky found again how right he was, when his dick painfully stretched her walls. She liked the pain, when he pounded her ass this way. It made her feel so used and abused. She screamed in joy, when Pete pushed the last two inches of his cock hard into her ass. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her upper body off of the table, making her ass arch upwards, providing the perfect angle for a good and hard pounding. “Tell me, what you want, slave”, he hissed into her ear. “Please fuck my ass, Pete”, she moaned, “fuck my slutty ass good and hard. I’m your whore, Pete. Pound my ass like there is no tomorrow. Really let me have it, like the slutty whore I am. Rip me apart with your cock... oh God Yesssss!” she screamed, when he pulled half of his cock out and hammered back in. Two or three times, Pete pulled his cock back and then drove back home again.

And then the real pounding started. Pete vigorously hammered Ricky’s ass, sawing in and out of her tight hole at a furious pace. Ricky fucked him back as hard as she could, being lost in the mixture of pain and pleasure she was experiencing. Pete was using her like a whore, treating her like the slut she was, while she urged him on to fuck her harder. “Oh yes, Pete! Fuck me like the dirty whore I am. Use me... hurt me... fuck your depraved slut like she deserves it.” Pete let go of her hair, and with both hands he reached around to grab her tits. He used them like handles, squeezing the soft tit flesh hard, sinking his nails into her delicate skin. Ricky was nearly delirious, the sensations in her ass and tits almost too much for her. She was panting and gasping, grunting and moaning under Pete’s relentless assault. She didn’t know, how many times she already had come, rushing from one orgasm to the other. She felt his cock twitch inside her and then he pulled out.

Dragging her backwards by her tits, he once again pushed her down on her knees and turned her around before him. Her mouth already open, he shoved his cock into her in one hard push. Her nose pressed against his pubic hairs, she felt his cock throb, ready to explode. Her ass hurting and his seed shooting down her throat, Ricky came one last time in a massive orgasm. Looking up at Pete, she saw his satisfaction, while she gratefully drank down his cum. After he had emptied his balls in her mouth, Pete slowly pulled out. Ricky kept her pouty lips wrapped around his cock, so she could clean it on his way out. Lovingly, Ricky put Pete ‘s now flaccid cock back into his pants. She remained on her knees, waiting for further instructions. “You can clean the table, now. And then you can put on that pink Brazilian bikini and get outside and wash the Ferrari. I think I saw George in the garden. Make sure to give him a good show.” Ricky shuddered. It was so humiliating to prance around in next to nothing with her long time neighbor watching. She hoped she could concentrate on her job without coming too much.