This story contains forced fem and sex

The next time I woke it was in response to a catheter being pulled out of me. My throat was dry and the horror of what had happened returned.

"What are you doing now?"

"Aww. Don't worry. You had that in so you didn't wet the bed. I just need to fit this on you." Carol said.

I looked down as I felt her fiddling with my penis. It was dragged between my empty ball sack, then I felt a tug and heard a click.

My cock stayed between my legs.

"What have you done to me?" I croaked.

"I gave you a few piercings. Now I have locked your cock between your legs. Bob has to go out and he doesn't want me alone with you."

"It's not like I can fucking get hard. You cut my fucking balls off!"

A hard slap from Bob knocked me back onto the bed.

"Bob, she's panicking, don't be hard on her. You want her to love you don't you?"

Bob just shook his head and left the room.

"I'm sorry Kirsty. He just dislikes bad language. To answer your question. You can still get hard, even without your testicles. You just won't be able to father children."

My face dropped. I felt a sob building in my throat. Carol hugged me and said.

"Look if you promise to be a good girl, you can get up and have a shower. Then I'll cook you some bacon and eggs. How does that sound?"

I was starving. It must have been days since I last ate.

"Well? Say it then."

Even though I hated to say it. I thought, play along and take my chance. I needed food. I felt as weak as kitten.

"I'll be a good girl. I promise."

"Good I'll get you some clothes. "

The hot shower felt good. I was careful not to rub between my legs. It looked so weird looking down and seeing myself flat where my cock should be. All the body wash and shampoo in the shower were for women. When I finished I smelled of flowers.

"Now Kirsty. Wrap your towel under your arms to cover your breasts. You don't have any yet, but you will soon. Now bend over while I give you your hormone shot. "

As I bent over the bed I saw a mass of silk and frills she had chosen for me to wear and groaned inwardly.

Carol was wearing jeans and a check shirt. They were women's but I would have preferred that to what she had in mind for me.

"Carol, can I wear the same clothes as you."

"Come on now. You know you have to get used to being a woman. That won't happen in jeans."

She described what each article of clothing was. It took 19 minutes for me to dress. I wore a pair of white full-cut nylon panties that had a thick band of lace around the edges. Then came something she called a corselette. It covered me from my chest to just below my bottom. There were straps hanging from this, to which I clipped the seamed nylon stockings she gave me. As I stood I felt the straps pull on my stockings. I would be aware of these all day I thought.

She then had me step into a blue flower-decorated dress. I thought that was it until she handed me the fluffy petticoat to step into. I looked in the mirror. The dress stood out over a foot from my knees. I looked like a younger version of the wife from that old TV show I liked. Happy Days. I looked like Marion.

Carol sat me down and applied a small amount of concealer, lipstick, eyeliner, and eye shadow. I couldn't believe how feminine I looked.

"Now shoes. I will be sensible. Only 2-inch heels to start with."

As I stood my posture changed. My buttocks tightened and my shoulders went back. Then a strange thing happened. The sight of myself in the mirror turned me on. I felt the cock trapped between my legs swell. It was painful. As I turned and walked away the rustle of the petticoats, the pull of my garter straps on my stockings, the soft zipping sound of my legs rubbing together made me feel light-headed. What was happening to me? Why was this turning me on so much? These sensations were so alien to me. Do women feel like this all the time?

It was difficult to walk downstairs. I couldn't see my feet due to the wide skirt of my dress.

She sat me at the kitchen table and fried up some bacon and eggs. After my first mug of coffee, the smell of bacon became irresistible. I was starving.

"We can share the housework, Kirsty. Bob loves a tidy house. Oh yes everything has to be tidy or he gets angry. With you here now things will be better, you'll see."

I attacked the plate of food with my knife and fork. Such simple food but yet so delicious.

"Do you like the bacon, Kirsty? We keep our own pigs. We aren't farmers but have our own pigs and chickens. Chickens for eggs and pigs for bacon and, and.."

She stared into space. She seemed so different without Bob around. Less confident.

"That must have been the best bacon I have ever tasted Carol. Thank you."

"Was it. Good. I want you to be happy. We can share the housework and Bob. It's a big house. There is a lot of cleaning. Everything has to be just right or Bob..."

"Bob what Carol?"

"Nothing he just.. We will be fine now. With you here. Please tell me you won't be silly. I don't want to see you get hurt."

I was just going to agree, then I thought how ridiculous this was. I was sitting at a kitchen table, the image of a perfect 50's housewife. Feeling slightly sorry for a woman that had made it impossible for me to father children.

"Carol, can't you see what you're doing is wrong? You can't go around kidnapping men and forcing them to be women. It's madness."

She started to tear up. She got up and turned away from me. I saw my chance. I got up quickly and swung a punch at the back of her head.

It may have been the click of my heels or the rustle of the petticoats, but she was ready. She sidestepped and brought he right hand up to strike my windpipe. I collapsed in a heap gasping.

When I recovered enough to look up I saw she was crying.

"I'm sorry Carol. I just want to leave. I'm a man, not a woman."

"That was Krav Maga by the way. Come with me."

She said grasping me by the hand. When we got to the kitchen's rear door she punched a code into a keypad.

"If I hadn't done that your collar would have gone off. Don't think about running, there are other sensors along the fences. You would never escape."

I carefully clicked my way along the concrete path behind her. The cool air blew up my skirt. The garter straps tugging against the stocking tops were gently moving my panties.

We arrived at a single-story farm building. I could smell the pigs before I saw them. They started to squeal and grunt when they saw her. She poured some feed into their trough. Then looked me in the eyes.

"Listen carefully, Kirsty. Here are a few facts about pigs. Pigs have the intelligence of a human toddler and are ranked as the fifth most intelligent animal in the world. Pig hearts are very similar in size, anatomy and function to human hearts. Did you know that?"

"No, I didn't know that. Why are we here?"

"We are here to feed them. If I don't tell Bob what you tried to do, this will be another of your jobs. Something else you should know about pigs, they eat almost anything. If you were passed out in their pen, they would probably eat you."

This alarmed me. Was it a threat? I remembered seeing a movie years before where a character called Bricktop kept pigs to dispose of bodies.

She went on.

"They would probably only leave your teeth and hair. We might have to break your bones up, but there would be no evidence that you existed."

"Ok Carol. I understand. I'll do what you tell me."

She smiled, then kissed my cheek. This was odd. She swung between so many emotions within such a short time. I wondered if she had some mental issues. I guess kidnapping me was proof of that.

"I showed you this so you could see we are serious. You aren't the first sister wife I've had. Bob used the pigs to dispose of her body."

She opened the door of a small walk-in freezer to show me two pig carcasses.

"Bob knows how to butcher pigs or humans if he has to."

She frowned again.

"Come on. Back to the house. I have to start preparing you for your wedding."

I didn't like the sound of that, but couldn't see a way out at the moment. We got back to the house and she took me upstairs to one of the six spare rooms. She bent me over the bed and lifted my dress and petticoat. Next, she lowered my panties and I felt her rubbing something cold into my rear. I guessed that wasn't all that was going to happen.

"Tell me Kirsty. Are you a virgin? Here I mean." She emphasized "here" by pushing a finger all the way in. I let out a groan.

"Bob took my last sister wife straight to bed. She screamed something to him she never should have said. He killed her. So he thought you should be prepared before your wedding night."

I felt her push something bigger into me. I moaned as I felt myself stretch.

"Right, sister. You owe me for not telling Bob what you did. It's about time I had some fun. Have you ever gone down on a woman?"

I turned red. I was embarrassed. I was dressed as a woman with a butt plug shoved inside me, and this is what embarrassed me.

"No why?"

"Bob thinks it's unmanly. He won't do it to me. He expects me to suck him, well you too now. He just won't return the favor. So I want you to do it."

She took off her jeans and I saw she was wearing a black silk thong. I felt a stirring, that surprised me. She sat on the side of the bed and opened her legs.

"Come, kneel between my legs."

I trembled as I knelt down. I was really getting turned on by this. As I leaned back I felt the plug push further into me. The scent of her womanhood was making me hard. The tip of my cock brushed the silky material of my panties. It was starting to hurt as it was trapped between my legs like that. Everything about this was wrong, but I was so turned on.

I pushed her thong aside and took a slow lick of her pussy."

"Oh god, Kirsty. How I missed this."

She gripped my head and pulled my face into her. I licked and sucked for all I was worth. She moved my head until my tongue was in the right place and ground herself into me. I kept having to pull away to breathe.

She pushed me backward. I screamed out as the plug was driven in even further. Her knees dropped to either side of my head and she sat on my face.

"Lick me" She growled.

I did. Finally, after 5 minutes she screamed and fell sideways.

"Wow, I enjoyed that. Look at your face. You're a mess. I'll have to redo your makeup before Bob gets home. First, though, it's time for your reward."

She had me lay face up on the bed. I heard the click of the small padlock release I felt my cock spring upright in the warm air.

"Surprised? You can still get hard without your balls you know. You still have a lot of testosterone in your body."

I looked down. She was wearing a small, but realistic dildo. She stroked my erection with the tips of her fingers. I felt the butt plug pull out of me and heard a popping sound. She wrapped the smooth material of my panties in her hand and gripped me through the nylon.

It felt so damm good. She increased the speed. I was getting close now. She smiled down at me and thrust into me with the strap-on. She timed her thrusts with her strokes. I felt like my head was going to explode. As I came a clear liquid pumped weakly from the end of my cock reminding me that I was no longer a man.

She was beaming at me now.

"See, it won't be so bad being my sister wife will it? Bob must never know about this. Let's get you locked back up again."

This part has a forced sexual encounter. I know this type of story is not too popular here, but part 1 and 2 have had 3000 hits between them. So it is being read.

Bob came back an hour later reeking of beer. Carol fussed over him while I finished the steak dinner we were making for him. The smell made my mouth water. Carol and I were to just have a salad. Bob says we must keep our slim figures, she told me.

As I put his dinner in front of him, he felt up my ass. He slapped it as I returned to the kitchen. Later that night as Bob watched a baseball game Carol had me sit at a table away from the TV. She gave me my first lesson on needlepoint.

For a moment, while I concentrated, I almost forgot what was happening to me. That was until I uncrossed my legs and felt the tug of elastic and the smooth feel of stocking on stocking.

Bob let out a loud burp and said.

"Ladies, good evening I'm heading up to bed. Carol don't be long."

He leered at me as he said that. Carol looked uncomfortable.

"We better stop now Kirsty. I have laid out a nightdress on your bed. I better go. Bob won't be kept waiting."

She really did seem scared of Bob. She didn't seem like that when he was around. I think that was a front. There was definitely some wrong between those two. Perhaps I could use it to my advantage. I needed to press Carol for more information.

I went to my room and showered. On the bed, there was a see-through black babydoll, complete with ruffled panties. I groaned inwardly, but what difference did it make? If I didn't wear it, I may get a visit and get zapped.

As I struggled to get to sleep my mind was on fire trying to work out ways to escape. I could hear Bob and Carol having noisy sex. Some of Carol's screams seemed like they were caused by pleasure, but some though sounded like pain.

I dreaded the idea that sometime soon I would be sharing their bed. The only thing saving me was for some reason they didn't want to hurt me the first time Bob "had" me. My guess is that was Carol's idea. It may have also had something to do with the reason their last victim tried to escape. I would have to push Carol for answers.

The next few days followed a similar pattern. I was learning how to do my makeup and Carol was letting me choose some of my clothes. I tried to wear the least feminine clothes possible, but she would always object if there were not enough frills, lace, or bows. I was always to be the most "girly" of the two ladies of the house.

I could sense Bob was getting impatient. On the 5th day, Carol looked worried as she came into my bedroom. She was carrying, what can only be described as a high-quality french maid's uniform. It wasn't one of the cheap ones you see girls wear to Halloween parties. It looked genuine if women really did wear uniforms like this in 2023.

She chose my underwear to match. A black basque with fishnet stockings. Then a pair of full-cut, white ruffled panties. There wasn't an inch on them that wasn't covered with lace. The dress was black satin with puffed lace trimmed sleeves. When I had the apron and the layered petticoats on I rustled with every move I made. The 6-inch heels were even worse.

All day as I washed and cleaned I was dreading Bob's attention. He came back at 6 P.M., drunk as usual. As I served his dinner he waited until I had put his food down, then pressed the remote.

I screamed and started to fall. He caught me and bent me over his lap. As I came to my senses, I felt the back of my dress lift and my panties pulled down.

"You think she can protect you from me bitch?"

I felt the first hard slap on my bare ass. These were hard slaps that burned with each blow. I had a vision of what I must look like. A mass of frills with two stocking-covered legs kicking with each slap.

Bob was calling me a sissy, a wimp, and a bitch.

"You were never a man. You deserve everything that is going to happen to you."

I couldn't help myself. I started to cry.

Bob looked at Carol.

"There she is Carol. No man would cry from a few slaps. She has accepted she is a woman."

Through tear-stained eyes, I saw Carol looked very worried. Bob shoved me onto the floor, then stood and dropped his pants. His cock flopped out. I gasped. It was nearly 8 inches long and fat. He was only half aroused. No wonder Carol was stretching me wider every day. If he used that on me now, I knew it would damage me.

"Lick me bitch. Worship it."

A brief zap from the collar gave me some encouragement. Another piece of my manhood died as I struggled to get the head into my mouth. I had become a cocksucker. Tears were falling down my face as I bobbed my head up and down. I felt it grow harder and larger in my mouth.

My movements were on autopilot. My hands stroked the shaft as licked and sucked. I just wanted this to end.

"Then Carol. She loves my cock. I told you she wouldn't fight it like the last one."

"That's nice Kirsty, but deeper take more of me in. Deepthroat me."

He forced my head down. I felt the tip enter my throat and started gagging and choking. I struggled, but he was too strong for me. I saw stars and thought this is how I die. Choked to death on a cock. Something told me to bite down. I knew this would end in my death, but at least I would have some satisfaction.

I was dragged off just before I bit. It was Carol.

"Get off him you bitch. I'm the first wife here sister. I get first go on this cock."

She had taken her jeans and panties off and sat slowly down on Bob's erect cock.

"She's got me nice and hard for you baby, come on give me some sugar." said Bob.

As she lowered herself, she blocked Bob's view of me and mouthed, "Sorry".

She had saved me again. I got a birdseye view as I sat on the floor between their legs. I saw everything in graphic detail. The squelching noises and the smell of sex were all in my face. Before this, my only experience of sex had been a drunken fumble with a girl at a party.

Bob's hands were squeezing Carol's tits. He moved her to the side for a moment.

"Kirsty, join in. Lick my balls as I fuck her. NOW!"

I had sunk so far, what difference would this make? They tasted slightly salty as I took long licks upwards. Sometimes I would get the taste of Carol's pussy as she reached the bottom of her stroke.

This went on for 5 minutes. Then I felt his balls tighten and he roared and pushed Carol down. She screamed in pain as I fell backward.

After a moment, Bob pushed Carol off him and said.

"Thank you ladies, I enjoyed that. I'm going to bed now. Don't be long Carol."

I wrapped my arms around her. I realized, she was almost as much a prisoner here as I was. I had to convince her to fight back against this evil bastard.

This story contains sex scenes

The next day I was "allowed" to wear a normal housedress, with normal underwear which included a black, open-bottom corselette. Carol was very quiet that morning. Bob had left early and after breakfast, she took me upstairs to continue my training.

She didn't want me to go down on her. She seemed upset. As I lay on my back and she gently and very slowly slid the well lubricated dildo into me. I grunted with pain.

"I'm sorry if it hurts Kirsty, but it's for your own good. You have to be stretched so Bob can make love to you on your wedding night."

"When he rapes me you mean. There is no love here Carol. I don't think you really love him."

Her expression turned from sympathy to anger. She held my semi-erect cock and shoved in hard.

"Aaaahhhh. Carol, stop you're hurting me."

I hated to admit it to myself, but I was sort of enjoying these daily sessions. I had convinced myself it was her hand on my cock. I knew the gentle stretching of my ass did feel incredible when it was combined with her soft touch.

She pulled out and turned away. She took off the dildo and said,

"Meet me in the sewing room when you're dressed. " She said as she left the room.

Sitting in the well-lit room she had me sewing an emblem of a cow with huge horns on a blanket.

"What is this Carol? Who's symbol is it?"

Her face brightened.

"It was my daddy's symbol for this farm. It used to be a wonderful place. We had cows, pigs, and chickens. Not only that we grew corn."

She had a lovely smile. She was a plain-looking woman otherwise. Very "big framed". One description could be a "big ole farm girl". The sort that is bred by generations of big farming families. She was around 6ft. Nowhere near as large as Bob, but I suspected I would never beat her in a fight, even without her martial arts training.

I saw my chance.

"Why don't you farm now? You and Bob."

Her expression changed again.

"When my mother got cancer, my father neglected the farm. The farm hands never go paid and drifted off. When he died a little later Bob married me and told me we were going to sell most of the land."

"Surely it's your farm, not Bob's. Why on earth did you marry him anyway?"

For the first time since I had been kidnapped, she let her guard down. She put her head in her hands and wept. I crossed over to the sofa where she sat and awkwardly sat next to her. The huge petticoat I was wearing spilled over the legs of her jeans.

I cuddled the woman who had emasculated me. I knew she wasn't the driving force behind this. If I was ever to get out I would need her help.

"Come on Carol, pretend I'm your sister tell me all about it."

"Oh, Kirsty. I have missed being able to talk to another woman so much. it has just me and daddy, then me and Bob."

"Tell me then. You'll feel much better. I'm all ears."

She told me that when she was young she was always a "big girl". The other kids made fun and called her lump or heifer. The nickname stuck and she never dated. She had resigned herself to thinking she would never marry. Then along came Bob. He was a farmhand that got interested in her right around the time her father was dying.

What a coincidence I thought. I had seen lipstick on Bob's shirt a few times. I never told her as I didn't know how she would react.

"Carol, you do realize he only married you for your money."

A fresh wave of tears confirmed she knew.

"I don't want to be alone though Kirsty. You understand that don't you?"

"Carol, where does Bob go every day? I have been here about a week and he goes out all day and comes home drunk every night. I know he hurts you sometimes."

She hung her head in shame. She knew the whole marriage was a sham. Someone else pointing it out just made her realize how obvious it was.

"I asked him why and whose lipstick it was on his shirt. He backhanded me and told me to mind my own business."

"Carol you can't stay with him. He'll kill you one day and feed you to the pigs"

"No, he wouldn't do that. I'm sure. No..."

I was getting through to her. I pushed on.

"Who controls the money, Carol?"

"He does. The last bank statement I read said I had $950,000. He has this banking app on his phone so he takes care of all the bills."

I bet he does. I thought.

I had to get a look at his phone, but I needed the password. I bet he goes into town every day and spends money on another woman. I needed to prove that to get her on my side. At least now I had a plan.

That night she dressed me in a short pink baby doll nighty. It came with a set of ruffled pink panties. They looked like something from a sissies dream. I had just settled down in bed and I was rubbing my sore feet. The 6-inch heels were not getting any easier.

"Kirsty can you come in here please" Carol called.

I felt vulnerable as opened the door and saw Bob leering at me. My frilly panties showed beneath the hem of the baby doll.

Bob hiccupped, he was drunk.

"My ladies all together in one room. One big happy family."

Where was this going? I glanced at Carol. She was wearing a red silk dressing gown. She shook her head in warning.

"I wanna see some lezzy action. Get to it, ladies."

I froze, not knowing what to do.

"Carol. Strip. All fours at the edge of the bed."

She did as ordered.

He slapped my pantied rear.

"You, get on the bed and slide under her. Lick her pussy you dyke. "

He laughed as I slid beneath Carol. I was staring up at the pussy that I had licked for the last few weeks. I felt my shriveled cock start to slowly harden. I had been conditioned to this. I would lick her and she would use a dildo on me and wank me until I came.

She had told Bob I was soft all the time now so I had not had my cock locked between my legs for a few days.

"Go on, thank your sister wife. Thank her for teaching you to cook and clean. Showing you how to sew and iron clothes. Thank her for giving your life meaning. You were a useless wimp of a man, and now you are useful as a woman. Lick her pussy!"

I had no choice. She lowered herself onto me. I tasted her now familiar juices as my tongue got to work.

"Oh yeah, that's hot. Use your hands, Kirsty, play with her tits."

I reached up. Her nipples felt huge. All the other times I had been alone with her she had kept her top on. I massaged her huge tits. She was groaning now. Enjoying the attention Bob never gave her.

My cock was almost fully hard now.

"Wow, this is great. We're all having fun. Carol, suck her tiny clitty. It's only fair. Help your sister out."

Her warm mouth engulfed me. I let out a deep sigh. This was only the second time in my life someone had sucked my cock.

I was actually starting to enjoy this.

Then it happened. Carol was lifted up off my face by a few inches and Bob's rock-hard cock slid between my face and her pussy. I saw it all. I saw the helmet part her wet lips and plunge inside her.

She yelped but pushed back against him.

I tried to move away.

"Stay where you fucking are bitch. Lick her pussy as I fuck her."

What could I do? If I didn't he could zap me and make me do it. Carol was sucking me for all she was worth. It felt so good, I didn't want that to stop. I angled my neck and licked her clit as his hard rod pumped in and out.

I heard muffled screams from Carol. This was driving her wild. Bob's heavy balls were blinding me as they slapped into my forehead as he sped up his thrusts.

This was so bloody perverted. I felt disgusted by what I was doing. My tongue was licking her clit and his cock at the same time. They had turned me into a sex toy. But my cock felt harder than it had ever felt in my life. I was about to come. I nearly passed out as I shot the small watery load into Carol's mouth.

I was jolted back by Bob's angry shout.

"Keep licking bitch. Don't you dare fucking stop."

I continued licking and got another face full of his sweaty balls. He gave a few more hard thrusts, then shouted. I felt Carol shudder as he pumped his load into her. He withdrew quickly and thrust his member at my gaping mouth. I had no choice but to admit it.

It tasted of Carol's pussy and semen. I wanted to spit it out or bite down. The thought of the pigs made me continue sucking.

"Good girl. Clean me up. When you're done, there is plenty more in Carol to clean too."

When he had softened up a few minutes later, he withdrew and slapped it on my forehead a few times.

"Wasn't that fun for us all? I going to get a beer. Clean Carol up and get to bed."

As he left the room, Carol gently sat on my face. I could feel Bob's cum dripping onto my face.

"Sorry, Kirtsy. Better do as he says."

Authors Note: This is one of my older stories that I never finished. I have been asked to finish it by a lot of people. Please be aware that it contains sex scenes and some violence.

The next few days went by without much change. I worked my mind games on
Carol. I convinced her that Bob was just using her for her money. I
could see it in her eyes, that she was going through a lot of internal
conflict. She was getting angry. I heard her snap at Bob and instantly
apologize. Bob just stared at her wide-eyed. I think he was drunk as
usual. I don't think he knew what was going on.

After my tenth week as a sex slave, I was starting to crack. It felt
like I was just a sex aid. She enjoyed my attention as much as him. She
would never ask him to go down on her, but I was on my knees at least
three times a day for her. She rarely wore panties now.

One night I heard raised voices from their bedroom, and then I swear I
heard a slap. The next morning Carol came to my room after I had made
Bob breakfast. She had a red mark on her cheek. I had heard a slap, and
by the looks of it was a hard one. I offered her my sympathy and told
her she would have to leave him.

"I can't. I don't want to be alone Kirsty. Come on this is your big day.
Bob wants to marry you."

I was stunned. I know they told me at first I was going to be a sister
wife, but how the hell could he marry me? I asked Carol and she told me
that she would carry out the ceremony.

It made sense I suppose. Just another sex game before he stripped me
totally of my manhood and took me as a "virgin" bride.

"Can't you see Carol? He doesn't want you. He goes into town picking up
whores every day. After this, he will probably fuck me more than he does
you."

It was my turn to get a slap. I span across the room and collapsed in
the corner sobbing. Months ago I would have growled and attacked her.
The hormones had even changed the way I thought and reacted now.

She acted coldly to me while she got me ready. The thick makeup almost
covered her handprint on my face. I was dressed in a white corset, white
stockings, and lace panties. She had to pull the laces on tight on the
corset to make it fit. When she brought in the wedding dress it all made
sense. This was what she must have worn on her wedding day. It fit me
very badly and It dragged along the floor. The four petticoats made it
nearly impossible to get through the door to the living room.

She had me sit on the sofa holding a bunch of flowers. I knew I was
waiting for Bob to return where he would most certainly de-flower me.

An hour later Bob stumbled through the door stinking of whisky and cheap
perfume. I looked at Carol and nodded.

"Well looky here. My new bride awaits. Aren't we going to have fun on
our honeymoon tonight baby?"

He yanked me to my feet and told Carol to start the ceremony. As she
read the words he got the remote out of his pocket to indicate that I
would be punished if I didn't repeat the words.

After the last "I do", he bent down and French kissed me. Neither of
them had done that before. For some reason, this had more effect on me
than going down on them both. It seemed so personal. Bob tasted of
whisky and stale cigars. How could women find this enjoyable?

To my surprise, Bob lifted me off the ground and carried me towards his
and Carol's bedroom. He had lifted me as if I were a ragdoll. He was so
much stronger than me. There was no way I could resist him. Carol went
to the kitchen to get a bottle of Champagne.

I whispered into Bob's ear.

"I want this to be just me and you Bob. You have no idea how long I have
wanted you in me. I just don't want her around to spoil things."

He looked at me questioningly as he gently laid me on the bed. In the
end, his ego must have won out over common sense. Why wouldn't a woman
want him to herself? He was fucking amazing after all.

I sighed with relief. That could have gone badly. If he was going to
screw me. I would use this situation to screw him.

Carol came in with the bottle and three glasses.

"Carol, we would like to be alone, After all, a honeymoon is a private
affair. There shouldn't be spectators.

"But..Bob. I thought that...."

"Leave the bottle Carol, and shut the door behind you."

She looked angrier than I had ever seen her. She looked me in the eyes
and I gave her a little nod. I was saying, "See you silly bitch, he only
wants you for your money. He doesn't love you."

He poured us both a glass of champagne. I giggled and acted as girly as
I could. Mentally it was torture. He was about to take away my last
shred of manhood, but I had to fake enjoyment. I had to drive a wedge
between Carol and Bob.

I flicked off my shoes and spread my legs wide. I didn't need to ask. He
fluffed up my dress and petticoats exposing my panties.

"Ahh, virgin white. Let's see if we can do something about that."

I thought he would make me suck him to get him hard, but as he stripped
naked his cock was standing fully erect. That was a strange sensation
for me. Just looking at me made him so excited that he urgently needed
to have sex with me. That is not something many men ever get from women.
It somehow made me feel powerful.

He took off my panties and got some lube from his dresser. Then gently
started to loosen me up. Thanks to Carol's training, I was very lose
anyway.

My stocking-covered legs were lifted over his shoulders This lifted me
slightly off the bed. I could feel the head of his cock touching my
hole.

"Beg for it bitch."

This was the last thing I wanted, but it was going to happen anyway. I
needed to convince him that I wanted him and make Carol jealous.

"Please baby, do it. I want your cock. I want you to make me a real
woman. Only a real man can make me a woman. Make me your woman."

He smiled and slowly thrust inside me. Carol had been using her largest
dildos on me lately, but it still hurt. I let out a high-pitched scream.

He laughed and took it for a squeal of delight. He started slowly and
built up a steady rhythm. For a few minutes, I gritted my teeth through
the pain. Gradually it disappeared. I noticed his big balls slapping
against my empty sack. I would never be a real man like him, I thought.

The pain gave way to pleasure. He was hitting my prostate and I could
feel myself leaking cum. Thoughts came into my mind. I was a bride on
her wedding night. Most married women go through this. I was the same as
them. Many must have been scared like I was. I felt I had become a woman
at that moment. Apart from the plumbing, I was experiencing what most
women live with daily. I didn't hate it. But I fucking hated this man.

My lack of reaction must have annoyed him. He thrust hard and I
screamed. I had to get my head right.

"Oh Bob, you are so big! Ohhhh, Ohhh, OH MY GOD!!"

I kept up the squeals of delight going. I made sure Carol would hear
them. Bob had a shit-eating grin. He must have thought he was god's
gift. I felt him tense up, then release.

"OH, OH, OH my. I have never come so hard. Thank you my darling. Thank
you, my husband. Hold me never let me go."

Take that, Carol.

Bob collapsed on top of me and whispered in my ear.

"You're going to get a lot more of that sugar. That fucking heffer out
there just lays there like a sack of straw."

I giggled like a schoolgirl. Although I loathed what I had to do, I had
to keep this going.

"I don't how anyone could keep still with a python like that inside them
Bob."

I sighed and French kissed him, then turned over to go to sleep. I woke
a few times in the night, and I swear I heard Carol crying.