PART FOUR d – Training

  "I think? You understand just fine. Slut. Give me a kiss, and do it now. Right now. Without moving. Or I'll put the back of my hand across your face again, twice as hard. You, will fucking kiss me. Now!"

  "I don't understand…"

  I smiled.

  "Oh. I think? You do…"

  I grabbed his head with both of my palms, and brought his mouth to my jelly toy.

  "Kiss."

  He puckered up. He leaned into my thighs, and hugged them. He begged me not to. I backhanded him across the mouth again, probably twice as hard.

  I grabbed his head with both of my palms.

  "You? Will kiss me. Right there, right now. Or? I'm tired of smacking you around. I'll take you in the basement and sh the ever loving shit out of your slutty little ass. Hard. Like 20 or 30 times. And then? You'll kiss me anyways. So…"

  He looked shocked, and opened his mouth slowly. He put his mouth on the tip. He moved it around a little.

  "Let me help you with that…"

  I started moving his mouth around. He puckered up some, but he did it. Then I smiled more broadly. I grabbed the back of his head. I gave a little shove, and he gagged.

  He looked up at me. He about teared up. He was about to cry.

  "Please baby, please don't do this."

  I pasted the shit out of his mouth this time.

  "Don't you ever call me baby. Not once. Mommy. Say it."

  "Please mommy…"

  I backhanded him again. Harder. He held his hand over his mouth, shocked. I grabbed the back of his head and shoved.

  "Get your mouth on it. I'm tired of fucking around…"

  I held his head. He was obviously afraid of me continuing to smack him in the face any more. When I started pulling the back of his head harder, he gagged slightly. He looked up. I smiled down at him.

  "Oh yeah… that's right…"

  He looked up at me, and it was somewhat pitifully. I gathered his shoulders in my hands, and stepped forwards. I began to put my knees on the bed. His head pinned by the toy in his mouth. The gagging sound increased. He put his hands on the tops of my thighs, and pushed. I pulled on his head to counteract this. He spped my muscur thighs. I smiled down at him. I grabbed his head, to instruct him.

  "Look. You? Are about to get into very big trouble. For saying no. For not doing what I want. Do you want that?"

  He knew what that meant. It means going over my knee, and getting the belt, the wooden paddle, both too many times to count. It meant screaming his head off.

  "All right. If you don't want to get into big trouble then…"

  "I don't!"

  "All right. I'll give you one chance. That's it. You don't take it? I'll whip the ever loving shit out of you. I swear."

  He puckered up. He knew what whip the ever loving shit out of him meant. His ass had felt it.

  He whispered it.

  "Anything…"

  "Anything at all?"

  "Anything. I promise."

  "Okay. I have a toy. I want to put it in your mouth. You let me put the toy there, I wont whip you."

  He paused, then nodded. Hesitantly.

  I had a short pstic tube. I said "open", and had him hold it in his mouth. He did. The pstic tube though, it had thin cord coming out of the sides. I shushed him.

  "Shh…"

  As I knotted the cord behind his head, he looked up at me quizzically. I smiled. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled. Harder.

  My toy hit the back of his throat, and he gagged. Hard. I ughed and pulled quite hard and held. My toy went down his throat, and he made a retching sound and gagged. I held him while he pushed and smacked at my muscur thighs, to no effect. I held it in for several seconds, before retracting. My toy pulled back out of the pstic tube in his mouth. My toy was called a tube gag. I could fuck the tube gag, and fuck his throat. He couldn't bite me.

  I took handcuffs and over his considerable protests, I cuffed his wrists tight behind his back. I fucked his throat, using the tube gag as the vehicle for doing it. Halfway through it all, I shoved his shoulders back onto the bed, and mounted him. More accurately? I mounted his face. I fucked his face, I fucked his throat. When his shoulders went back on the bed? I put my weight on top of him. I id on top of his face, and fucked his tube gagged mouth.

  I had clicked his hands into handcuffs, and now that I was done with him he y there. Drooling out of the tube gag, looking around fearfully to make sure he wasn't about to be raped again. But I was smiling at him, and he knew he was.

  "I just fucked your mouth, and I'm about to fuck your ass. Hard. We discussed this. You? Are going to beg me. Say it."

  He puckered his lower lip, like a little child. He knew he was within my power. I slowly untied the cord that turned the simple pstic tube into a throat fucking torture device. He knew what he was supposed to say. He squealed, and he sobbed it out.

  "Please fuck me like you mean it…"

  "Get your slutty little ass up on the bed."

  He did, while looking at me somewhat fearfully. I took the handcuffs off, and put the long handcuffs on in the front. I put the long handcuffs on his ankles. I hissed at him.

  "Get in your position…"

  He put his palms on the bed, and his ass in the air. I ordered him to back up, and he reluctantly scooted back to me. He had been told what to say, and he surprised me by saying it. Half talking, half sobbing.

  "Mommy? Please lube me up. Please don't hurt me. I'll be good for you. I promise. Please… I'll do anything you say."

  He gasped when I grabbed him and yanked his body in front of mine forcefully. I pnted and positioned him where I wanted him. Then he really surprised me, by burying his face in the bed, and starting to sob.

  "Please don't hurt me. Please…"

  I had promised to have him lube me up, but I did it myself. I squirted lube all down it, and wiped it up and down slowly on his quivering little rabbit hole, while holding his marked up ass cheeks apart. It spread the lube around the soft jelly toy I wore strapped to the front of me. It built up a nice little ring of lube around it. Then I grabbed his hips nice and tight.

  "Too te for that, slut."

  He sobbed into the bedclothes, and I shoved the tip in. I grasped his hips firmly, pulling steadily and forcing. My jelly rod slid into his ass, and I forced it to go. I didn't so much as thrust in as I did pull him back by the hips onto it, in one surprisingly smooth yet very definitive motion. He exploded into tears and quiet little sobs. I met the end of my first authoritative stroke, and held him there. I felt the shuddering as he fully realized it had been done, and would continue to be done more. I held him there briefly, and rolled my hips around a little. A little gasp came out of him in between shudders, as the rolling let the jelly tip find that st tiny bit of poor little rabbit hole, and open it up.

  I could practically hear tears falling onto my bedclothes. When I was satisfied, I pushed him off to barely the tip remaining, then without stopping pulled his hips firmly back and rolled my hips at the end. I didn't waste time, and started going faster.

  "Say it…"

  He sobbed it out.

  "Please… fuck me, like you mean it…"

  "Again."

  He repeated it, and I made him repeat it over and over, slowly. While I quickly brought speed and power up. It was now a fast, deep, hard fuck. I still rolled my hips around at the end of a stroke. When I finally stopped the hip rolling at the end of strokes, it became the full on bang. I ughed, a deep throat-ed husky thing I barely recognized coming out of my own mouth, as I dribbled and bounced his well marked up ass cheeks off of my hips. I could hear a little squishy noise once in a while. Some intermingled air and lube going under pressure, from my jelly rubber piston, moving in a lubricated rabbit hole. No longer a little rabbit hole. A bigger bunny had forced her way down and in.

  I was warm and tingly, the now familiar rush spreading over me. No vibrating for this first one of these today for him. No enjoyment whatsoever. This wasn't sex, this was a somewhat violent and forcible rape. It was about power, control, and submission. Deliberately more painful and humiliating than it needed to be. Making the victim ask for it to begin, then ask for it harder. My jelly rubber can never let me feel the little rabbit hole grip me like a tight hand job, and I can never really come and inject an actual payload. So there's no other sexual point to what I'm doing, when I leave the vibrator off like I'm doing now. There's nothing left, but the power and control. The sexual act is the vehicle. My jelly rubber cock, is the baseball bat. The baseball bat is hurting someone. No one could cim any sort of a game of baseball was being pyed.

  Anyone that wants to fully comprehend forced rape, should go through this. Its one thing to learn to say the words, rape is not sex, rape is about power and control, and the sex act is just the vehicle. Words. Learned and parroted until its the correct answer in a psychology css on rape. But experiencing and enduring this, what I was forcing him to go through mercilessly. That would drive the point home crystal clear. It would drive the point into their head up through their ass to reach their brain. Then, if the psychology student went on to ter become an actual rape counselor? They would truly understand. They would not just be checking items off of a list, telling the victim the things they had been taught to say.

  Then, the victim would hear it in their voice, and see it on their face, that they did understand. No one ever talks about why some rape counselors are better than others. Why they're able to connect with the victims, and the victims don't accuse them of just going through the motions of their counseling sessions. But deep down, we all know why. We just don't admit it openly.

  We've had fun little pretend rapes from our first night we spent together. We never called it that before, but its what it was. When I asked him if he had liked being tied up, and he admitted it. But it was pretend. This? Was very real. I'm establishing my complete power and control over him, and he's being forced to utterly submit to me. He'll understand now, that I actually own him. Its no longer his body, its mine. To do with as I please. I'm enjoying this, and the more squeals and whines and tears, the better. I put my foot up on the bed, and pulled his ass onto me harder, with more authority. Thumps instead of strokes. I smacked his ass cheek hard several times, and I got an instant increase in sobbing intensity.

  I have two strong hands, and one had lube wiped on it. The other is still dry. I reached down and around, to check his interest meter with my dry hand. Fully hard and flopping around. I felt the tip, and it was moist. He was enjoying it. I spit on his back, then twice more. It nded low on his back. In the little ocean part of his ink. I realized that was where my hurricane symbol tattoo would go. My license pte for my dirt bike. Right where it should be, on the back end. I rubbed my hand with some lube on the inside around in my spit. I reached around and pulled a couple slow tugs, and felt him shudder and wiggle, then I stopped.

  "That thing can't lie to mommy. You love it."

  I smacked his marked up ass cheeks, hard and fast several times, to punctuate anything I said now.

  "Only a dirty little slut would enjoy this, and you know it."

  "Mommy already knows. That her little boy, that misbehaves? Is a dirty, little, slut."

  "Right here. Right now. Let me hear you admit it. I am mommy's dirty, little, slut."

  He sobbed it out.

  As with anything I said right now, he got several hard fast smacks that brought little sobs.

  "Again. More feeling."

  "Again. Make me believe you mean it."

  "Again!"

  I picked up my thick leather belt, and started giving him several fast hard smacks with that, instead of my hand. He repeated it, and each time it sounded more genuine. By the time I was satisfied, he was crying and sobbing more from knowing he was a dirty little slut now, than from any real pain I was inflicting on him.

  When a little while ter, I gave him a couple slow tugs on his hard cock… he begged to come. I instantly picked up my belt, and cracked his ass cheeks as hard and as fast as I possibly could. I switched hands to evenly distribute it across both cheeks.

  "You come when I say. It will be my idea. Not yours."

  I got a meek little sobbed out yes mommy. Several seconds ter, I belted his ass again for a little while, before stopping.

  "I corrected you. That was for not thanking me properly."

  He sobbed out the correct words. Ritual.

  "Its not like it was, when we started. I can feel it. All warm, and lubed up. I can feel your little ass rexing. Opening up. Taking it."

  "The more you rex, the easier it will be. The less it will hurt. The more you start to enjoy it."

  "I'm going to do this for a long time. I'm going to fuck you in any room I feel like it. I'm going to bend you over anything I feel like. I'm going to keep fucking you like I mean it, until you like it."

  "This, is submitting to me. If you scream, if you resist the slightest bit. If you so much as hesitate when I put one finger on your shoulder to bend you over something? You'll get mommy's belt on your ass, like never before. Then? I'll go right back to raping you, over and over. Again, and again. Until I know you like it. When I finally believe you love it? You'll finally get to come. You'll be a very sore, very horny, dirty little slut until then."

  "I'm going to take little breaks, between rapes all day. I'm going to put my jeans over my favorite little toy in your ass right now. I'm going to order you over something, and let you feel me unzipping and taking it out, then bang the hell out of your loosened up ass, yet again."

  "I'll fuck you like this? Any time I feel like it. As long and as hard as I feel like it. You'll love it, and you'll thank me sincerely every time."

  "When I wake up in the middle of the night, and you feel me grab you and I start, you'll let me, and you'll take it like a dirty little slut should. You'll spread those legs nice and wide, and hold your dirty little ass open for me, to help. You'll whisper to me, to give it to you like I mean it, and I will."

  "A couple weeks from now, when I finally quit doing it? You'll miss it. You'll beg me to do it again. I won't. You'll crave it. When my dressing, my undressing, my shower, my bath care… all finally perfect, with not the slightest correction needed? Only then will you get it again. Only then? Will I finally give it to you like the first time. Nice. Slow. Gentle. Loving. Warm and compassionate."

  "And that? Is your goal. To please me. Its not enough you do what I say, and I take what I want. You'll love anything I do after that. Then? You'll be my own, personal, slut. We'll heal all your marks up, and there will be plenty of them, you can count on it. Because you're going to get corrected, and punished? More and more, until I believe you know that you really are my naughty little dirt bike. That I own you, every bit of you. That you're my own personal property, and that you love it. And you're proud to be owned by me."

  "During that time your marks are healing up? Getting ready for our little trip. I'll finally begin to be sweet and nice in bed again. More and more. You'll have earned it, and you'll treasure it. You'll spend that long drive there? Like a little boy that misbehaved, and knows what he's going to get, when the rides over. You'll feel what my bullwhip tastes like, if I'm ever angry. After that? You'll know exactly what its like to be scared of me. You'll know that if I ever have to threaten you with it? What will happen."

  "But that's ter. Right now, today? You're getting your first, real taste of understanding that I own you, and that I have complete power and control over you. In every way. When we sit in the hot tub after that? I'll hear it in your voice. When we have our normal time in the bath, or when we aren't alone, when you drop the mommy… the respect you'll have for a strict mommy, will be obvious. If you just rex and let this happen? It will me much easier on you. Just a polite suggestion."

  "Another polite suggestion? Rex, and take slow, deep, even breaths through this. Crying is short erratic breathing. It will help you."

  "What do they teach girls to say these days? Oh yeah… my body, my rules. They say it all snotty. You begged me to take you. You begged me to allow you to submit completely to me. Its my body my rules all right… mine. Your body? Is mine now. I'll make all the rules now. You'll follow them. I demand strict obedience from you, and I'll get it."

  "I'm going to keep your naked little ass all marked up. So anytime I smack it with even my hand? I get the tears I like to lick off of your face so much. I get hot and wet when you whine and squeal and cry, so my advice to you? Is you better not ask for any extra. I'll be all too happy to give you plenty. Long before your little slut preseason training camp is over? You'll tear up when mommy starts to take her belt off. Believe me. You just wait, till I get my new belt, the one with my name on it. Your poor little ass cheeks are going to permanently wear my name, until we get close to being done. I promise you."

  As I pounded and banged him at the end, I whispered in his ear.

  "And don't go thinking I forgot about you telling me no. I didn't forget. Little boys that tell mommy no, need to learn not to. I can't allow that."

  I wanted a big finish, so I got my foot back up and slid my hand up from below and into his colr. I firmly pulled his face down onto the bed.

  "Ass up! Face down! Yeah, that's right. Knees more apart. I said more! Like that. Just like that."

  When I was finally done, I rolled my hips around obscenely, and ughed. I ughed until I stopped, and stayed still. Pulling him onto it as hard as I could. Then I gave a final few slow hip rolls, paused, and pushed him off of my jelly toy as slow as I could. I heard him sigh and shudder when I was finally out, and he waited to see if there was more. Every time I teased him by touching the tip to his hole, he flinched less and less. I gave him one st, excruciatingly slow full stroke in, a few little hip rolls, then the st slow reverse stroke sliding out.

  I whispered in his ear that we were done for now, and did he have anything to tell mommy. I got the slow, sobbing thank you. He told me he loved it. When I thought he was done, he surprised me after the st pause by adding a sweet little shy and embarrassed please fuck me more.

  "I was going to anyways."

  I told him he could get out of his position. Like a real rape victim, all the fight and spunk was out of him now. He was humiliated and embarrassed, just like I wanted. The double whammy for him of course, was that it hadn't been done by a stranger. It had been done by his closest loved one. He had no where else to go, for some love and understanding and tenderness. Except from me. The person who did it to him.

  I wouldn't let him hide his badly blushed face, and I sweetly kissed it and kissed his little tears he was still making. I shushed him, and told him it was okay now, that it was all over for a little while. He asked for permission to get hugs and kisses, to make up. I granted it. I hugged him into my arms, and got close with him. I talked soft in his ear while he quietly sobbed into my neck. Like a little boy that had just gone over mommy's knee until he cried his eyes out, and was now finally being shown tenderness.

  I softly expined what I had done, and why, and how necessary it was, and that I wished there was some other way to do it, but of course there wasn't. I patiently expined that he had been asking for this, and now that he was getting it, he was not allowed to try to manipute me by trying to make me feel sorry for him. He sobbed and promised he wouldn't. I matter of fact reminded him he knew not to, and if he did, that he knew what to expect for it.

  Later on, I sent him downstairs and told him to be bent over the kitchen table for me. I came down shortly after, and raped him again. The same routine except this time longer, harder, and rougher. Then the tender after care was longer and sweeter. Another break while he made us a quick microwaved snack and a drink, was followed by over the end of the couch. Each time longer and rougher, each more painful and humiliating than the ones that came before. Always, the tender sweet mommy after care went up to match it.

  I was forging a link, between being made to ask for and then to perform humiliating and degrading sex acts… and linking it to tenderness and caring and sweetness. I essentially Stockholm Syndrome-d him. He already had a link between pleasure and pain, this just flowered off of it and turned into an even bigger pnt than the one it had budded off of. He now would kneel and beg for his sweet after care, and would wait longer. I allowed him to run his hands and mouth all over me, while waiting.

  His final rape was conducted in the middle of the living room floor. He was finally allowed to beg to get finished off, after pleading for more and assuring me how much he loved it. It was of course the raunchiest and roughest one yet, and much longer and filled with any humiliation I could imagine. Hearing him beg for his release, while being essentially raped and degraded yet loving it was strange and enjoyable. I was a very sick mommy, quite twisted and perverted. I stopped and started on his release, teasing him to no end. I finally quit and instead gathered his legs up over my shoulders. Wrapping my arms around his neck to hold him like that securely, in a casual yet strong firm way I knew no mere girly girl could even attempt.

  This of course gave me completely unrestricted access to his richly overused hole. The face to face intimacy to this phase of what would likely end up his final rape of the night was awesome. You flip a casual fuck over because there's no deep meaningful connection there. Its just a fuck hole, and this is the person who has the hole and is willing. You flip them over because there's no desire for that intimate face to face aspect to the act. No face touching, no sticking tongues in each other's mouth, no shared sweet nothings mixed in with all the filthy dirty talk.

  Its not your wife, its not your girlfriend. Both of you likely either could or would have partners already. Sure, its fun to fuck the wife or steady girl like that once in a while, fun for both of you. But, you also both crave that face to face intimacy. Girls have gotten so used to being turbo-whores on afterburners now, that its become the gold standard for all fucking. A slow, sweet tender fuck gets you a bad mark in fuck css when they report on your abilities. It shouldn't, it used to be the signal during a spirited casual encounter, that the person was at least open to the possibility of seeing you again, and finding out if there could really be something of substance there between you two.

  Not any more. Steady couples and married couples are now each trained before the retionship to fuck like this. Then everyone wonders why retionships are going downhill, and rolling faster every damn year. So yeah, I gathered those legs up over my shoulders, embraced him the way only a tall strong girl can, while I continued to plunder the rabbit hole. Our faces told each other we were having fun and each pleasing the other perfectly, even though it was so at odds with what an outsider would see peeking through a crack in the draperies. One partner taking full and unbridled advantage of the other, and sexually assaulting them was only the start of whatever was going on that made their brief peep so deeply disturbing.

  We were both tumbling down the rabbit hole, and would live for weeks on the other side we came out on, then find our way back at the end. If we even wanted to, or we now knew the hidden path back for a fun visit. He continued to beg for his much deyed release, and I kept denying him. Teasing and slowing and stopping. Ordering him that if he came before I was finished with him, I would switch skin off of him.

  After the first rape in the bedroom, I began slowly turning the volume knob up, then going from button 1 to button 3. This one, the final and tertiary violent rape session, got the much vaunted number 4. When I finally started vibrating us while raping him on the kitchen table from behind, my pleasure followed. I had never had buzzing toys before, and while I knew what they were, I never felt a need. My finger and my imagination gave me what I needed, and the occasional guilty pleasure of the extra accessory shower head the luxury shower room afforded with its strong pulse selections was, well, what the hell.

  As each rape went on, from location to location around the townhouse, finding more and ever stranger pces to sexually assault him? My noises ramp-ed up until they matched his. No longer blindfolded like he had been for his first introductory rape, tied and shackled to this same and fortunately supremely sturdy wooden table… he now knew I had a little jelly appendage touching my own pleasure button. I showed him my accessory selections of inside me jellies, so I could feel what he was feeling, as well as get it on my clit directly. I would cling to him, pant and sweat, and make noises. Dig my fingertips into his flesh and muscle periodically. Shaking and shuddering at times, much like he had in shock and awe at what I was not only capable of doing to him now, but also enjoyed enthusiastically to his surprise as well. The only difference was that mine was all pleasure. His shaking and shuddering had been excitement and anticipation mixed with fear and nervousness and apprehension.

  I became not only a raping fuck machine that methodically plundered him mercilessly, I was also increasingly turning at times into a warm, sweaty second skin that clung to him and scratched and bit. Sure, I left more marks of mine on him. Scratches gouged, red marks that would turn into the signature thumb print rape bruises normally only women got from bad boy sex. Bite marks that we both knew would show for days, and ughed about. I looked down on him and smiled as only a somewhat sadistic hedonist can. Whip welts, bruises, scratches and bite marks. Temporary territorial pissing I marked him as mine with. We both knew he could never sample another willing girl, because he would be too marked up and embarrassed to get undressed enough to get that far. If he even wanted to, because after I gave him this increased appetite for the spice, what could he even expect that would be the first step or two towards what he would now crave.

  A vanil fuck, from a short and thin painted up bar whore who thought she knew something advanced, because she left a trail of male bodies in her wake would be as meaningless to him sexually as a kiss goodnight from your own grandmother. If a much prettier girl ever did proposition him? He would smile, shrug, and brush her off. What could she even offer him. A blowjob. You can have my bum! I'm a bad girl! Yeah, whatever. A finger in the ass blowjob? Please. Smack my ass mister, pull my hair, I just love it! He'd yawn. What's her trump card. Ooh, bad boy wants birthday smacks? I do that… Pffft.