“You’ve filled me full!”
“Yes, I have.”
By some means, her mind unearthed a memory of such things…like what was done in hospitals. But why her? What purpose?
“Ooo, please, I can’t hold this.”
“Yes, you can, dear,” Rupert said, firmly. “You have ten minutes to hang on until I allow you to release.”
“Ooh, but, I don’t think…”
“Relax, Antonia. You’ll do this for me and a good deal more.”
Minutes passed in agitated horror for Antonia, positioned with her bottom high in the air, the rest of her body strapped to the hard reality of the metal table and all it implied. For Rupert, the quiet in-between waiting was a period as precious as any orgasm. Although his member throbbed with mean resolve, desiring to penetrate her now, not later, even more intense was the sadistic elation that accompanied his complete dominion over his bound wife. This was the beginning, not the pinnacle of his power. What had gone on in the past three weeks was child’s play, an allowance for her youth and inexperience, a method to pacify the girl with kindness before he demanded the cruel reality of her captive submission that would now define this marriage. It remained to be seen if she would gladly serve him or she would be another of the many women who he pressed into the service of his base desires and used with little kindness. At this point, he wasn’t certain what he preferred in a wife—a willing partner or a woman he would take by force. Being married was a new experience and he was yet exploring the devilish possibilities this arrangement allowed.
Ten minutes was an eternity for Antonia, although one spent enduring waves of profound erotic bliss as well as profound agitation. The agitation was no surprise, the bliss, once the pressure diminished, did surprise her. In those minutes, when a lovely ripple of exhilaration invaded her belly, she understood why Rupert was so insistent about her anal submission. By the time ten minutes passed, she had refocused on her obligation to serve him. She trusted the handsome devil to know what was best for them both and renewed her faith in his odd methods of sexual pleasure.
As Rupert unstrapped her from the table, she sighed with relief. Freed at last, she released her bowels in the commode, experiencing a sensuous relief, happy that she’d passed, if not easily, this difficult test.
Afterwards, she stared up into her husband’s face feeling humble and contrite. “I’m sorry that I was so difficult, my love.”
“You’re forgiven. I’m sure next time you’ll be more amenable.”
“Next time?” she said, weakly.
“Yes, next time. I’ll bet eventually, you’ll come to enjoy your enema. In fact, I think if you were honest about it now, you’d admit the strange but unmistakable pleasure in the experience. Am I right?”
“Well…y-yes, I suppose so.” Her face flushed.
“Good. That’s what I need to hear…so let’s move on. You’re not done yet for today; the enema was just the preparation. You clean yourself up and get back over the table. I’ll join you shortly.”
“More?”
“Yes, more, but something different.”
“Must I be bound, too?”
“Not if you behave yourself,” he said, sounding almost kind. He then turned and left the room.
Antonia finished cleaning up and reluctantly re-positioned herself on the awful metal table. Her heart was hardly into another scene so swiftly following the last stunning one. But when Rupert finally returned, he began massaging her rear as he had before, and again the sexual sensations began to rise in her belly and loins, and that previously unexplored place deep within in her bottom where the inexplicable desire seemed to have its origin. He soothed her with a sweet-smelling cream, finding space to allow two fingers into her tight rectum.
“You do remember why I’m putting you through this, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she gasped. “You want me ready for you.”
“Exactly. Ready for a man to enter you here, ready to take your surrender to a deeper level.” He worked her a little more vigorously and she struggled to hold on to the moment without careening into climax. “I could use a variety of dildos—you know fake penises? Rods that would stretch your virgin bottom… But I don’t think they are nearly as effective as real anal copulation.”
The rising tide of her desires was difficult to hold back, and dazed by this erotic roar, Antonia struggled to understand what her husband meant.
“So, my dear, I have chosen several men, who will regularly use your ass to stretch you, preparing your body for me. Who they are doesn’t matter; you don’t even need to see their faces. In fact, I’d recommend against it. While the first anal penetration may shock you, the man’s only marginally endowed so that you can get used to the feeling. Those who follow will increasingly demand more of you. You’ll be exercised by each one, until your body allows the man’s erection to easily slip into your rectum with only a small amount of lubricant. This might take just a few days, or the process could take weeks, even months. That is really up to you.”
Antonia felt a brusque movement of air as the door behind her opened and closed. She heard the shuffle of feet and the murmur of voices, and then realized that someone had stepped in behind her, fitting tight against her splayed backside.
“Convenient.” The unknown man said loud enough for her to hear.
Convenient what? Height? Position? How could Rupert do this to her?
Antonia shuddered with fear, overcome by a mass of confusing thoughts. Disbelief, panic, hurt, betrayal rose in such a fierce wave that all her sexual arousal vanished. Even when she felt a finger inserted in her backdoor, the brief but tender anal play failed to rekindle the odd desire.
When the finger withdrew, it was replaced by something larger pressing at her rectal doorway. She wanted to bolt from the table, but felt as bound to it now as she had been when she was strapped by her legs and arms. She had no time to mull her options—if there were any. Within seconds, the head of an erect penis moved with swift purpose, plunging into her bottom with a sharp stab.
“Yeeeeeeshhhhhhhh!” Her immediate cry rose much louder than even she expected, although her physical distress was patently ignored. The man grabbed her ass and pummeled her hard, suggesting that there was not a kind bone in this man’s soul.
True to his word, Rupert had found an organ much smaller than his own; she was grateful for that. The brutal man invaded her with a shock that rang through her being like the tolling of an ominous bell, but Antonia was able to endure the hard sex with little actual suffering. And, much to her distress, before he finished, she even felt that absurd and unwholesome pleasure that seemed to accompany the anal penetration.
With several audible grunts, the man climaxed and then slipped from her body. Almost as quickly, he exited the room, leaving Antonia to wonder who had used her. She choked back her threatening sobs, and though Rupert could no doubt see her emotional distress, he coldly ignored it as he spelled out his further plans.
“Every day, wife, until you’ve conquered the act and can handle one as endowed as I am, you’ll receive an enema and a training session in this room from one of the men I’ve employed to stretch this pretty anus.” He put his fingers on her sore bottom hole but she jerked away.
“Oh, why don’t you just take me now, sir?” Antonia declared. “I know I can fit you in me as a wife should accommodate a husband. Maybe it will hurt, but in time…”
“Ah, sweet, I appreciate the thought, but I don’t believe you realize the potential danger in making that kind of hasty move. I’ve known women who were permanently damaged goods after being raped by a man of my size. I have no intention of denying myself the use of my wife by recklessly moving into a sex act you’re not ready for.”
Damaged goods?
“You’ll follow the regimen I’ve outlined until it is no longer necessary. Once a day until you’re ready. In addition, I may ask you to offer your bottom at other times as well. This may be a difficult time for you, b
ut you have the youth and resilience to survive. I have great faith in you.” He condescendingly smirked, although Antonia’s eyes were shut tight and she was unaware of how he mocked her.
“But doesn’t this make me an adulteress?” she asked.
“Hardly. You’ll be following my orders, bending to my wishes, loving me in a way that few women would. That hardly makes you a sinner.”
This reality was unbelievable, not to mention shameful and immoral in Antonia’s mind—no matter what her husband said. What began for her as a mysterious love affair had within an hour disintegrated into a nightmare of sexual abuse from which there would seem to be no end.
“It’s not right that I can’t please you now! I will, I promised you I’d serve you. I won’t be hurt, I won’t,” she pleaded.
“Shuuuush, wife. I’m grateful for the offer, but no. Don’t let yourself worry over it; I imagine that sometime in the future when you won’t have this kind of freedom, you’ll look back on these next few weeks with some fondness, having been allowed the attentions of so many men.”
Freedom? Was this freedom?
“As for me and my rapacious desires for anal sex…until I have you for myself, I will be satisfying myself with Sonia’s ass. She’s a new maid in my household, one I hired for her generous behind and a channel that will take my organ as easily as she could take my fist.”
“But, sir, I thought…”
“You thought I’d screw only my wife,” he cut her off, “while you’re allowed a new man every week?”
Antonia heard the muted laughter in his voice. She burned with shame, afraid now. Afraid that what she believed about her arranged marriage for the last three weeks was posturing, nothing more, as Rupert plied her with illusions of passionate, monogamous romance until he could spell out the true nature of the relationship he wanted. Did he think she was so naïve as to believe a scheme that would give her to other men while he dallied with any woman he wanted? Yes, she was young, but she wasn’t stupid!
Antonia jerked again in an attempt to shake off Rupert’s fondling hand. Her stomach turned sour at the thought of him. She quickly pulled herself from the horrid metal table and rose to her feet. She could hardly look at the man with anything but disgust—so handsome, so sophisticated, so self-serving.
“How could you!” she yelled.
His passive face turned brutally cold in an instant. “How could I what?”
“Pledge yourself to me and then make up the kind of scheme you just outlined. We’ve only been married three weeks!” The indignant woman in her warred with the child that felt the hurt, the abandonment, and the ruin this would cause her.
Rupert’s expression suddenly changed again; his eyes could do unbelievable things when they reached deep into hers. “Do you really believe I’m such a monster? Or are you just adjusting to the marriage. I’m not asking anything of you that you can’t handle. Why, for a virgin, you’ve been amazingly adroit in the skill of sexual service. I use your mouth…” he actually laid his palm on her face in a loving way, “as if it were your vagina. I use your vagina as if it has always been mine to take. You’ve answered every act of mine with one of equal fervor. Don’t demean yourself by suggesting that this is some evil plot. We are adults, not children. This is real, what we want, what we both want.” He saw the blank look on her face. “I know you’ll come to believe that’s true.”
He could so easily twist her thoughts around when he spoke through his eyes and they reached toward her soul.
“I am so confused,” she honestly answered.
“No matter. You take your confusion to your room and with a little thought, I know you’ll see the beauty in this. I’m not abandoning your body at all. I will have you often in ways that won’t hurt you. And soon, you’ll be all I need.”
“May I leave now? I think I’d like to take a nap before lunch.”
“Certainly. And maybe after lunch you can enjoy the garden. I’ll even join you for a drink later.”
Rupert watched her leave and felt satisfied that the session went so well.
When his lover Sonia first returned to him—quite unexpectedly—he worried that he’d have trouble fitting both women into his sexual life. But he could see now that the arrangement might actually work out well. New sexual possibilities with Antonia made him squirm with glee, while nights with Sonia would satisfy his need for a woman of experience, who he could take unchallenged.
***
“Oh, Mama, this is so terrible!”
“What? What is terrible?”
“Rupert.”
“Your husband?”
“Mama, he’s, he’s making me…” She couldn’t say it.
“What, daughter?”
“I can’t say.”
“Yes, you can. If you can call me up in tears, you can certainly tell me why you’re crying.”
Antonia sobbed rather than answer her mother.
“Is this terrible thing sexual, perhaps?” the woman finally guessed after some moments of her daughter’s sobs.
“Yes,” she answered softly.
Honoria could hardly hear her, but she knew.
“Tell me, darling. You father is not an easy man to please, so maybe I’ll be able to understand.”
“He wants all kind of horrid, taboo things, mama.”
“Taboo?”
She still couldn’t say it.
“Yes, terrible, hurtful kinds of sex.”
“Has he beaten you?”
“Oh, no!” the girl, answered, horrified.
“Perhaps he wants you anally?” Honoria ventured carefully.
Antonia’s eyes flooded with more tears. “Yes,” her voice cracked pitifully.
“And what is wrong with that? There is a wonderful pleasure to be enjoyed there. You can’t be ashamed of it.”
“Oh, I probably would not be, Mama, except that…well…you see, Rupert’s very big and I’m…inexperienced…and he thinks it’s best that…that…that other men prepare me for him.”
“And that is bad?”
“It’s shameful! Every day, he washes me out with water like I’m an unclean beast, then a man I don’t know and never will fills me with his thing.”
“And you get no pleasure in that?”
“No! Am I supposed to?” She was aghast.
“You should accept your husband’s will as your own and conform, Antonia. That is what you pledged to do. If you fight him, you’ll be miserable. You submit, and you might find the kind of rewards you’re looking for.”
“I have submitted to him, mama, and I think I still love him, but what he asks seems so degrading…”
“I know dear, but that is only because you’re so young.”
“Mama, he’s hired the new housemaid, Sonia, to stand in for me until I’m ready.”
“The man has needs.”
Honoria had a ready reply for her every objection. This was so like her own dilemma of years before, and the dilemma that still faced her when Benito required her abject servitude. It had been just days since her humiliating exposition for Fernando and Maria Delores. The relationship that she thought may have finally been rent in two, was still intact, even after that. Again, her husband’s sadistic treatment had evolved as it naturally did. That day, when he left her alone to the dogs in the courtyard, he was even then repairing his twisted soul. Once his vile demons were satisfied, he was again her attentive lover.
“You really think that is all this is? Satisfying his needs and nothing more?”
“I’m sure of it. Rupert is a deep man, with a relentless soul that will take a strong and surrendering woman to satisfy. But, as I’ve come to do for your father, your surrender has its rewards.”
“I’m not exactly like you, Mama.”
“Oh, I think you are in more ways than you know.”
“What if I can’t accept what he needs?”
“If you can’t? I can’t imagine that happening.” She considered a moment. “But I suppose, if that should h
appen, if you simply can’t live with his desires, you’ll have to discuss the matter with your father. He would be the one to intervene for you. I’m sure if you’re not happy, Rupert will not be happy either.”
“You think Papa might let me out of this marriage?”
“Oh, dear, you’re a long long way off from that now. Be patient. Speaking with your father is your last resort, not your first plan.”
***
Antonia thought often of her mother’s counsel in the following weeks. Two months after, since her anal training began, there was little emotional relief from her distressed condition. She was, according to Rupert’s plan, almost daily given an enema and then used in the ass by an unknown man. Try as she would to follow her mother’s advice and enjoy the experience, it seemed that this training only made her more distant from her husband. Initially, he was there during the sex act, but in the last couple of weeks, he rarely even popped his head in the door. Occasionally, he tested her anus for its readiness, always pronouncing it close, but not quite.
She now had her own bedroom next door to Rupert’s. At night, she would hear the sounds of Rupert and Sonia copulating in his bed. This was her marriage bed and another woman enjoyed its benefits! Rupert’s need for anal sex must have been voracious, since he rarely came to her bed, or invited her into his for more conventional sex.
Antonia hated Sonia more than she hated Luisa, who was now just an annoyance. But was this Sonia’s fault? Though Antonia made her out to be a she-devil, she could tell that the woman was not exactly happy either. She might have enjoyed the sex, but otherwise, she looked lonely and troubled. Having become the pariah in the house for her nightly romps in the master’s bed, she talked to no one. No one knew exactly what was behind the private grief that was written on her young but rapidly aging face.
When Antonia tried to speak with Rupert about the arrangement, she got nowhere. He either condescendingly reminded her of her own wild passions—the fact that she occasionally orgasmed from the anal training proof in point—or turned coldly cruel, accusing her of being inconstant and disloyal. His manner chilled her to the bone, leaving her to wonder again if he was the charlatan, filling her with false hope wrapped in the package of his virile good looks and his charmed life.
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