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DAY 7. THE FOLLOWING DAYS. THE NEXT DAY JOHN I fucked her again during the night in the spoon position so that I could hold her belly as I filled it with my sperm for the third time. My fourth orgasm came early the next morning when I awoke about 6am or so? Not wanting to over use her cunt and cause her any lasting damage I settled on a rough deep blow-job. I "Wake up bitch, Master still has a hard-on." I slapped her panty-clad ass. She let out a pathetic little whimper as she awoke; before she could gather her senses I grabbed her hair and pulled her around to face me, then pulled back the bed-covers. "You know what I want slut; open your little whore mouth and get to work." With that I pushed her head down to my crotch and still holding her hair tight at the back of her head I jammed her down onto my cock. To be honest the dumb little bimbo didn't have too much to do except to remember to keep her mouth open and not to let her teeth catch my cock as I used her head to jerk myself off. Once I had ejaculated into her mouth I let out a satisfied groan and pushed her off me. "Thank your husband for cumming in your mouth bitch then get some sleep." I waited for her to say, "thank you for cumming in my mouth Sir"; then rolled over and fell and dozed off for a few more hours. It had been a long and rewarding evening with my new fuck-toy; my balls were completely drained. She had taken four large loads, three in her pussy and one in her mouth. This the way a wedding night should go for any pretty young lady and her virile, alpha male husband. It was quite light when I awoke and the clock said that it was almost 10.30am; my head was a little heavy from the weed and booze of the night before and I knew the best way to clear it. I jumped up out of bed and ripped the covers off; she started to stir. "Get up sweetheart, today is the first day of your married life and we need to start it right." "Come on slut, up." I spanked her ass which got her attention. As she got up off the bed I grabbed her arm and pulled her over to the armchair. "You were a good girl last night but you still need to learn never to be complacent." I sat down and pulled her over my knee, her wrists were held firmly up her back by my left hand leaving my right hand free to roam across her stocking-tops, thighs and panties. Her ass looked a treat, a cute little bubble butt just like a girl and the red marks from her beating a few days ago were faint but still visible; just how a slut's ass should look. I slowly peeled down her knickers like I was unwrapping a present; feeling the flimsy material of her sissy-girly panties in my hand. "You must learn that your husband may want to punish you at any time Sophie and you will willingly present your bottom to him when he does." "Your husband likes to see sissy presented properly." I straightened he panties so that they were hanging down from her exposed ass as if to frame and adorn her wonderful, taut, firm young bottom. She squealed and squirmed just like the silly dumb bimbos always do when the real man takes control, she pleaded with her dumb pitiful whiney sissy-assed voice. "No please Sir, please sir, I have been a good girl for you please don't." But it was to no avail, once her panties were halfway down her thighs I began to administer a firm spanking to her young, tender, firm buttocks. "This will teach sissy to always be prepared for anything from her Master; anything from a casual spanking to a casual fucking." I gave six of the best, on each cheek of course, this isn't a fucking holiday camp? Not the hardest spanking that I could have administered but hard enough to get the dizzy bitch's attention and leave her sobbing and grovelling for mercy. Of course she had been forced to count each stroke and add. "Thank you Master for caring enough to want to help sissy be the best little wife that she can." It added to the humiliation to have it re-enforced into her stupid little empty head that I was actually doing her a favour and that she was lucky that it was only a hand spanking. There was the constant threat of spending several days hung up in the basement being beaten into servility; spanking was just for my amusement rather than to really punish her! Once the twelve strokes were efficiently administered onto her now pleasingly looking bright pink buttocks; I told her to firstly to take a shower, re-do her makeup and pick out a pretty little wifey dress to wear. When she was ready she was to go and make me some breakfast, a full English breakfast, eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, bread, the whole lot, I wanted to see how she performed in the kitchen as well as the bedroom? "And don't fuck about cunt; I am going back to sleep for an hour or two and you had better be nearly ready with my breakfast when I awake," I added as she minced out of the bedroom rubbing her bright red cheeks. SOPHIE It was not like I had had much sleep the previous evening; even when his cock wasn't pounding away inside me, my mind was too fucked up to allow me the fleeting escape of a deep sleep. 'My god', I thought to myself as I lay there, 'just how and why do real women put themselves through this on a regular basis and they often seem to enjoy it too?' My pussy, as it was now referred to as, or just as often my cunt was sore, stretched and there was an unusual sensation inside that I could only imagine was due to the mixture of lube and semen still inside me. In fact my panties were wet and sticky the flimsy material at the back was stuck to my ass, as if moulded to my buttocks? My mouth was sore too, the back of my throat felt battered and bruised, my jaw ached from the hours that I had spent keeping my mouth wide open. The muscles in the back of my neck throbbed from the exertions of bobbing my head up and down endlessly. My arms and legs hurt from the constant time on my knees and on all- fours; I had never realised how much your leg muscles cramp from excessive kneeling. Having to support my weight on all-fours with him mounting me and thrusting away had hurt my shoulder joints and the muscles in my arms twitched. But I did not have much time to dwell on this as I was roughly dragged from one of my rare light snoozes by a firm slap on my bottom and heard the sound of my abuser's voice snapping back into my new reality. Still half asleep as I was dragged across the room and yanked down over his knee and soundly spanked; it was nowhere near as bad as the things that he done to me in the basement but it was enough to leave my in tears. The hot shower water felt good, it felt like it was washing my shame, guilt and humiliation away; only it never could, nothing ever would! Knowing that time was of the essence I didn't dwell in the shower, neither did I dwell on my make-up. It was like I was kind of moving on auto-pilot, my senses had become numbed to my situation; I just knew that I had to make myself as pretty and girly for this arsehole as quickly as I could. Besides, just what exactly could I do, what could any guy of my age, build and obvious vulnerability do? I just had to go on, had to continue with his sick games and fantasies, THERE WAS NO OTHER OPTION! As I was only a teenager my face was pretty smooth and fresh anyway so a little light make-up was enough to give me the feminine look the bastard wanted. A little foundation, blusher, mascara, eye shadow and red lipstick followed by a spray of perfume and I was done I brushed my hair which was fashionably long, too long in fact, if I had sported a shaved head he may not have noticed my on the roadside so easily? It was shoulder length and tended to start to curl as it tumbled over my collar; I had been quite proud of my hair, now with make up on my face it only made me look even more female! My next action was to strategically choose something to wear; I didn't want it to look too sexy and provoke another assault on my already tender orifices. Neither did I want to choose something that he would consider too frumpy, his standing orders were that a sissy bitch must always dress to please; I did not need another spanking or worse? I finally choose a pair of white sheer full panties and matching bra, both sexy enough for him to look at but big enough to give me some modesty; the last thing that he would want to see is my little sissy clitty hanging out. To keep it simple I choose some tan coloured hold- ups and a white heels with a thin but knee length pale pastel mainly very pale blues, pinks, yellows and lilac, coloured summer dress. Having lived on my own in hostels for the last year or so at least I did have some idea of how to cook a basic meal; I had made a full breakfast before but not under such demanding circumstances. It took me a couple of attempts at frying an egg as I was so scared of upsetting my 'husband' that I wouldn't have dared serve him a burnt or broken one. About an hour and half to two hours later I returned his bedroom where my rapist was just stirring. "Put it on the table over there sissy and fuck off; there's some cookbooks in the kitchen, start looking through them, there's more to be a wife than just getting fucked." With that I was dismissed and spent the next hour sat at the kitchen table taking in my new world. It was an old farm house although it had been quite modernised; I could see the dogs patrolling outside through the kitchen window and shuddered. "Morning Sophie, and how is your precious little pussy," he laughed as he burst through the door. "Not a bad breakfast for a first attempt and not something that I would need every day you'll be pleased to know." I replied in my girly voice, "Good morning Sir, it was a pleasure to serve you," I wasn't completely stupid; I knew that he would be looking for any excuse to punish me. He spent the rest of the morning showing me how to work the washing machine, the oven, etc and showing me around my new home/prison. I had already seen a lot of it, the living-room, kitchen, his bedroom and the dreaded basement but now he showed me more. There were another couple of bedrooms upstairs one of which he told me I would be using as a dressing room; it had a small single bed in it, downstairs was another smaller reception room. He took me to the kitchen door at the back of his house and opened it. "Here's an area where you can get some fresh air," he told me. Outside the kitchen door there was an area fenced off from the rest of the yard that meant that it was an area that the dogs would not be able to gain access to. It wasn't very large; as I stood at the door it measured maybe six or seven metres by about the same. "I was gonna keep some chickens here next to the kitchen so I put this fence up to keep the dogs off them; but I have a much prettier little chicken to protect now, don't I sissy?" "Yes Sir; thank you Sir," I answered, at least I would be able to get some fresh air. He had a habit, as he showed me around his house, of putting his hand on my ass and guiding me from room to room. I would have considered it almost gentlemanly had I really been a woman; he was almost kind and tender? However in my current state I found it very disconcerting to feel him casually massage my buttocks through my flimsy dress. We returned to the kitchen where he told me to. "Make us both some lunch Sophie, honey, your husband's hungry again." JOHN My little princess made me a presentable lunch and I thanked her with a peck on the cheek before heading out to the barn. I needed to do some work on my crop and it would give her a chance to find her way around her new home. I didn't want to over use her during these first few weeks until she was used to the feel of my cock inside her; her mouth would suffice for the next couple of days while her sore little pussy recovered from last night. I left her with a little project, find a nice recipe and cook the evening meal and while it was in the oven she could go upstairs, shower, refresh her makeup and dress in something appropriate for her first dinner with her new husband. I would spend the afternoon working until 5 or 6pm, then shower, change and join her. As I worked I checked the app on my mobile phone to see whereabouts in the house the little slut was at anytime; the tiny transmitter in her collar would mean her location was always known to me. For the first few weeks I would always check where she was in a room first before I entered it. Even though I was confident that her will had been broken; it would take time before I could be sure that she wouldn't try something stupid like hiding behind the door with a heavy object for my head? I was fairly confident that whatever she may be dumb enough to try I would be able to over-power her and she knew that the consequences would be brutal. Fear was a marvellous persuader; only fear would earn the respect that she would have to have for me in order to make her life easier and more comfortable. She looked stunning when I did return; I was pleased to see that the dumb little bimbo had some imagination and she had certainly dressed the way any real woman would do for her man. A short, black, plain evening dress, tight at the waist and flowing over her hips making her look more girly than ever. Her makeup was immaculate, her hair brushed into a very feminine style, black heels, stockings and some glittery jewellery for the box on her dressing table. She had chosen well, it was almost like she was a natural at this; I had chosen well in my choice of wife! It was my intention to always keep her on her toes, never to let her forget her place; she was here to do with as I wish at any time. So after the splendid meal that she had cooked for me I decided to give her some 'cream' for dessert; my thick sticky man-cream to be precise. I waited patiently in the living-room as she washed the dishes like a good little wife; casually sitting there still fully dressed and my legs apart in an assertive alpha male gesture. When she had finished and returned to the room I swear she blushed like a girl when I told her. "You look beautiful tonight Sophie." She blushed more when I added, "Now show Daddy what pretty little sissy Sophie is wearing underneath for him." "Take the dress off nice and slow for Daddy." I laughed as she struggled to reach the back zip. "Come here darling, Daddy will help you." She walked her sexy, hip-swaying, sassy walk towards me and obediently turned around to allow me to help her. With one hand on her ass I slid the zip down halfway down her back and said. "You have such a lovely back, you really do look just like pussy when I am fucking you from behind." I gently pushed her in the small of her back so that she tottered forward a few little mincing steps. "Turn around and face me, now slip that pretty little dress of your shoulders and show my your sexy bra." She did it so easily, so naturally, slowly exposing her sheer black flimsy bra showing the nipples from her false titties pressed inside; once she had hormones she would have her own real titties for Daddy to play with. "Turn back now girl and slowly slip that dress down and show me your panties and stockings; come on, I want that dress on the floor around your ankles young lady." Man she was fucking hot, maybe it was the weed, maybe the whole situation but my cock was straining in my pants as I surveyed my bitch in just her matching black, sheer, mesh bra, full panties and six- strap suspender belt attached to her black stockings on top of her black five-inch heel shoes. I unbuttoned my shirt as I told her to get on all-fours and look up at me like you love me; I loved the look in her eyes as she tried to act sincere in her response. My trousers were quickly undone and kicked off along with my boxers. "You know what to do bitch, crawl to Daddy and make him happy before bedtime. SOPHIE As I fell slowly and dutifully to my knees he was already in the process of removing his pants and shorts, throwing them with a hint of casual indifference onto the floor. He sat back down again now naked, his big swollen weapon sprang to attention and seemed to throb and glisten as what looked like a small drop of semen leaked from his man- slit. I crawled towards his open legs and fully erect male cock, the biggest cock that I had ever seen; slowly but with purpose, swaying my ass as I crawled. It was almost second nature now, I responded to his commands unquestioningly, obediently, like a well trained bitch. My own instinct for survival somehow gave me the strength to obey him; for whatever he would do to me tonight, THERE WAS ALWAYS FAR WORSE AWAITING ME IN THE CELLAR! My mouth was slightly open, my gaze looking no higher than his penis; he would instruct me if he wanted to look in my eyes at any time. I approached and smelt the musky manly aroma of a sexually excited alpha male; my own scent was distinctly the opposite, feminine perfume and body spray all over. The contrast between his masculine scent and my girly one was another symbol of our roles and my new place here. He held up his hand and with his other hand he lifted his cock. "Lick my balls Sophie, there's a good little girl." His voice was calm but I sensed the sexual tension; I licked his balls as he stroked my face gently and 'praised' my efforts. "Now slowly lick all the way up my shaft princess, get it nice and wet." Like a programmed sex-doll my tongue obeyed him, licking up to his swollen purple tip and back down again to his balls. "Who told you to stop at the tip bitch," He slapped my face, not hard but enough to startle me. "Lick the tip too, lick off my pre-cum darling and tell me how sweet it tastes." He was adding humiliation to my already degrading task, kneeling here dressed like a girl, licking the precum off a mad man's dick and looking up at him like I fucking love it. He revelled in his power over me his control, how easy it was for him to use me like this. "Open your mouth and take me in bitch, no hands." I knew that when he was in this mood that it would only be a few minutes before he tired of my attempts and took over. He would indulge my futile attempts to take his length in my mouth willingly and at my own speed but eventually he would get over excited, grab my head and start to force it deeper than I ever would by choice! I tried to please him, tried to tease him, tried my very best to make him happy with my efforts rather than to feel the need to want to take control too soon. My tongue darted over his cock-head pushing it up against the roof of my mouth in an attempt to give him enough friction to ejaculate. My head bobbed up and down in a steady rhythm, his shaft disappearing a little further into my mouth as I tried desperately to please him and make him shoot his semen into my mouth. It was all to no avail, he must have lasted five minutes at the most; one hand held my face under my chin and now the other hand was moving quickly into position on the back of my head. "Time's up bitch, Daddy's gonna take what's his now; don't worry about your tears making your mascara run bitch, you're going to bed after this." "Now open wide, look up at me, keep your fucking eyes open and take your husband's dick bitch." His first thrust caught me off guard and nearly choked me; it was all downhill from there! Tears formed in my eyes as his cock pushed passed my tongue and into my throat, making me gag even though I had my mouth wide open and was still able to breathe; just about, not that he cared? His grunts, groans, orders, demands and insults were barely audible to me as his thighs were pressing against my ears. My head held firmly in place as he began to exert more and more pressure on the back of my head. My legs kicked up behind me, my toes curling in my tight heels as I fought and wriggled to escape him. "STAY STILL CUNT." He leaned forward, impaling my mouth further upon him as he reached over and slapped my raised ass. "Stop fucking struggling." He laughed now, knowing that he would win this situation the same as he would win every situation with me. My will drained from me, the muscles in the back of my neck gave up and I surrendered to his ruthless face-fucking; my head now limp in his hands. I tried to breathe as best as I could through my nose and through my mouth if I could just keep it open wide enough to gulp some air on his outward stroke. There was no chance of anything once his cock had thrust back into me, sealing my stretched painted lips and passing my gag reflex and blocking my intake from my nose. "OH, FUCKING YEA YOU CUNT, WHAT A FUCJING GOOD COCK-SUCKING LITTLE BITCH YOU ARE," He screamed "Keep your fucking eyes open sweetheart and look at your husband as he shoots his thick creamy spunk into your pretty little mouth." He was relentless, brutal, domineering and bullying; his cock was, at times, so far down my throat that I thought that I would pass out. The tears flowed from my eyes and I tried to keep them open and look up at him as he had demanded. His thrusts got faster and faster, the friction had made my lips go numb ages ago. "Oh yes bitch, here it comes." I just made out through the noise of his frantic pelvic motions. The first spurts started as he was deep inside me throat which made me choke and almost throw-up, the next spurt was as he pulled out and filled my mouth; I could taste his, salty-sweet seed. Again he forced himself into my mouth and again I felt his spurts in my throat; as he reached his final glories he pulled his dick from my lips and ejaculated another stream over my face, hitting me right between the eyes and flowing down over my nose before dripping down over my open lips. I knew that I was to carry on until he was completely satisfied and continued to bob my head very gradually slowly and slower until I milked the last of his sperm from his penis and swallowed it. He looked down at me and for the first time smiled a genuine friendly smile, the first I had seen since that first day he had picked me up only just over a week ago but now it felt like a lifetime ago? "Good girl," he said, again with what sounded like almost genuine affection. "You can go to bed now; sleep in the single bed in your changing room." "You've earned a night off and I don't wanna hammer that pretty little pussy too much now do I Sophie?" "No sir, than you sir," I sobbed, crawling as I was too physically and emotionally drained to even bother standing up towards the door, the stairs, my room and sanctuary for the rest of the evening. JOHN The next morning I received an email informing me that my package had arrived at the nearest post office; I always had things delivered this way as I didn't want postmen and couriers bothering me. The only package that was expected was the one containing my little sissy bitch's new female hormone treatment; I had gone to a great deal of expense to procure the best and most efficient ones available but she was worth it! She had made my breakfast and served it in bed like the good little wife she was becoming and looked very fetching in her girly outfit; she was learning very quickly the best way to dress for me. She wore a short, flouncy pink and white, flower patterned mini skirt, tan stockings, pink five inch heels and a tight white top displaying her false titties; she would soon have real ones to offer to me! My little princess looked so sexy I very nearly pulled her onto my cock right there and then; the only thing stopping me was my own iron will-power, I would fuck her today alright but there was no rush now was there? Besides I wanted to get this errand over with, it would be the first time that she would be left alone with the freedom of the house; it would be her first test of loyalty, or fear, whichever was the most effective? Before I left I gave her a little reminder, "Don't forget sweetheart your husband will always know where you are when you're wearing your collar; the tracking device will always lead me to you." She looked down to the floor and she absentmindedly reached to feel the stainless steel collar permanently fastened around her pretty littler neck. "Now be a good girl and spend your time usefully, tidy up a little, prepare the meal for tonight and don't get any silly ideas; I hope you haven't forgotten our sweet time in the cellar?." The drive to the nearest town with a post office was uneventful; although I did pull over a couple of times on the way to check the CCTV from my house on my phone. So far she was behaving perfectly, she really had broken easily, it was as if the dumb little cunt had been born to live like this? I returned home mid-afternoon to find her working away in the kitchen so busily she didn't even notice me come in. "Hello Sophie." She nearly jumped out of her skin! "Hello Sir," she replied, once she had regained her composure. "Have you been a good girl Sophie?" I asked with a little hint of menace in my voice. Of course I knew that she had been good, the whole house was covered with CCTV and I knew exactly what she had been doing. It was amusing to see her frightened little face though as she mentally recalled her actions of the day hoping that she would not be punished. "Yes sir," Her faint and quivering voice betraying her unease; I could read her like a book, trusting her would be easy. It was time to play a nicer role, keep her on her toes so I held her in my arms the way any loving husband would with his pretty new wife and kissed her; needless to say, she didn't resist, she tilted her head in feminine submission. My tongue invaded her mouth and my hands roamed from the small of her back to the top of her thighs; he ass felt so soft and inviting through her skirt and panties. She must have felt the bulge in the front of my trousers beginning to grow larger and larger from the already semi-erect state it had been in from the moment I returned home and saw her. I pulled her closer to me and began to gather her skirt up in my hand exposing her stocking- tops, then her panty-clad bottom to investigation by my other hand. Her hands were reaching up and placed lightly on my shoulders; she continued to kiss me and offered no resistance to my hand which was now slipping into the side of her flimsy panties and moving towards her cunt. I broke off the kiss momentarily, my finger circling her pussy hole. "What is this Sophie." "It is my pussy Sir, my vagina, my cunt." As much as the words hurt and humiliated her she never hesitated even for a second in her response; she knew her place, she knew her role and she was about to learn that a wife must always be ready to satisfy her husband's urges. "And who's cunt is it Sophie? I added to her discomfort. "It is your cunt Sir," She whispered in acceptance. I pushed her to her knees and unfastened my belt, my jeans and pulled them down my thighs; my cock sprang out of my boxer shorts and presented itself right in front of her sweet face. "You know what to do bitch, get to work' was all I needed to say. Within minutes I had one hand under her chin the other on the back of her head and my fully erect member most of the way down her gagging throat. The oral was just gonna be a quick preliminary to the soon to come main event; I was far too hot and horny for too much foreplay, Daddy wanted cunt and Daddy wanted cunt right now. I hurt her as I pulled her quickly up by the hair and she let out a most delightful little yelp; once again she faced me and I kissed her deep and hard. Her body was mine to probe and invade with my tongue, my fingers or my cock and the first invasion was by my tongue, probing deeply, taking possession of her. I pushed her towards the table and spun her around so that she faced it; without any further niceties I pushed her over it, face down and told her "Get your head down and your ass up bitch, Daddy wants' some cunt." Quickly pulling up her skirt to expose her perfect, peachy ass, then with a good slap I prepared my assault. I struggled to reach down into the back pocket of my jeans which were down by my ankles by this time; I found the small tube of lube that I always carried. "Who's bitch are you Sophie." I pulled her panties down to her stocking-tops and slapped her hard again. "I-I-I'm y-your bitch Daddy," she stammered through the shock and pain of the spanking. I was not going to waste any more time on her, I applied just enough lube to her tight little hole and added a dab to the end of my prick just to be on the safe side and rubbed myself against her quivering buttocks. Her body tightened against me when the first few inches penetrated her, her legs trembled and I could almost hear her pulse and heartbeat racing. By the time I was fully inside her she was already moaning and sobbing, pleading and writhing; the more she struggled the harder my cock got inside her. My pace intensified my cock pounding into her beautifully offered pussy, bent over the table, skirt up and panties down; I could look down and see my shaft disappearing and re-appearing from her sexy little hole. I slapped her buttocks and shouted encouragement as I rode my pretty little frilly over the jumps. "Oh yea, come on princess, give that pussy up to Daddy." "Fucking hell, give me that cunt bitch." Until after what only seemed like a short while my balls began to throb and I felt the familiar feeling of the spunk beginning its journey from my testicles to my wife's womb. My pace increased, as did her squeals, moans, gasps and occasional screams but this was not about her, right at this moment all that I cared about was my own selfish, sexual pleasure; she could scream all she wanted; I wasn't stopping until I had shot my load. Again I slapped her ass. "Beg for my spunk sweetheart, beg Daddy to fill his little sissy with his precious seed." I spanked her again, harder this time until she began her sissy mantra. "Please Daddy, please spunk in my pussy Daddy." "Please fill me with your precious alpha male sperm Daddy." "Please make your little sissy wife pregnant with your seed Daddy." I could only just make out her words through her tears and the frantic sound of my body banging against hers, my hips hitting her buttocks making a slapping sound but her sexy submissive words sent me over the edge. My hands gripped her hips tightly leaving big red finger marks and my cock literally exploded. "Fuck yes, take that you cunt; take my fucking load bitch." My spunk shot deep inside her belly and I continued to pump until it was all successfully transferred from my body to hers; it was the natural way of things, the man breeds the woman. She was shaking beneath me it with what I could only imagine to be shock, fear and pain and when I withdrew my dick a large stream of spunk followed it out and trailed down her thighs. I moaned a deep moan of contentment as she worked her agile little tongue over my swollen purple tip and slit, licking up and swallowing the last of my seed. She was a good bitch and I was going to have a lot of fun with her for the foreseeable future; I pulled her to her feet, slapped her bare ass and told her, "Sort yourself out princess, pull your knickers back up, straighten your skirt and get on with preparing our evening meal." "This is your life now young lady, you must be prepared to suck my cock and/or be fucked by me at any time and at any place." "You are my wife and your pretty little cunt belongs to me." It was her life now too, that much I was deadly serious about; this was going to be how she would live for quite some time. She was too valuable to me to let go in a hurry; I was considering keeping her forever? Why not, she wouldn't be missed, she had nowhere else to go and she would make a far more valuable contribution to society living here with me as my wife than living out on the street on the big city, sucking cocks for ?10? Which is where she would have undoubtedly ended up if I hadn't have 'saved' her. SOPHIE The following days settled into a kind of crazy surreal routine of housework, cooking, cleaning, etc and sex. He didn't use my 'pussy' everyday, he told me he was breaking me in easy but on the days that he didn't want it he used my mouth instead. I didn't know which was worse; after a few times I kinda got used to being fucked but I always found kneeling before him and sucking his cock until he ejaculated somewhat more humiliating. I think it was because I had to put in more of an effort myself and appear as if I was actually enjoying it that made it worse? He made a particular effort during that first week to bend me over virtually every bit of furniture in house to re-enforce my place in life by spanking or fucking me. I was quite used to the feel of his sperm leaking out of my 'vagina' and into my panties making them wet and sticky for the rest of the day. There was a large enough collection of his ex-wife's dress, skirts, blouses, tops, heels and jackets etc; not to mention the drawers full of very feminine lingerie, nylons and nightwear, to allow me a different outfit every day for the foreseeable future. Which I was beginning to think could be quite a long time, month's maybe years? He was obviously insane and I couldn't see how this would ever end? I would just have to accept that for now there was nothing that I could do except make the best of the situation; at least I had somewhere to live, food and as much free weed as I needed to get me through this. I couldn't figure out what my 'husband' did for money, he seemed to have more than enough to provide for everything but he never went to work; apart from disappearing out to the out-laying barn quite regularly! Every day I got up at about 8am, showered, dressed, did my make-up and hair then made him his breakfast. Some nights I had spent the whole evening in his bed serving him sexually as his wife, some nights he allowed me some rest and I slept in my changing room on the single bed. When he called my name Sophie out aloud I instinctively responded forgetting all about my real male name; I was Sophie now and as Sophie I had to obey my husband. The spankings that he had given me over the last week were almost like caresses compared with what I knew him to be capable of should he ever feel the need to take me back into the cellar. Obedience, respect, fear and compliance were my by-words now and I must remember them at all times. I don't know what the pills he gave me every evening were for but he assured me that they were for my own good. Little did I know at the time that they would result in me growing breasts and some other body changes not to mention the emotional ones? I didn't know at the time that the female hormones would make me feel like I was going through female puberty; I thought my tearful, emotional state was just due to my circumstances? In time my new way of life became the norm and I felt like I needed my man, my husband to support me and be there for me like some dumb needy bimbo airhead. I became dependent upon him in every way and the more simpering and needy I became the more considerate and gentle he became. I didn't realise at the time that I was falling into the classic emotional trap, the 'Stockholm Syndrome' affect? In time I really did become Sophie, his wife, his cook, cleaner, hostess, entertainment, maid and whore and in time I couldn't imagine my life being any other way?