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By Anonymous (y_dee_x@yahoo.co.uk)


I met my husband in a club. I was dancing and this big, black man pressed up close behind me, one huge arm holding me tight around the waist while the other hand was already busy inside my skimpy top, squeezing my tits hard and lifting me almost off the floor by them. It didn't occur to me to do anything other than teeter around on the toes of my stilettos as he swung me this way and that by the tits, moving me in time with the music. The club was full, loud and dark, and no one was paying attention, but even if it had been otherwise, I can't say I would have reacted differently.

His other hand moved under my even skimpier lycra mini and a finger thrust sharply into my cunt, making me squeal and jump in shock. My feet left the floor completely, and I was suspended for a few seconds by the finger in my cunt and the fingers around my left tit. I heard him laugh, his chest shaking as I leant against him. Then my feet touched the ground again, but only to let him shove more fingers in and when I jumped this time, he didn't bother putting me down but carried me through the dancing crowd just like that.

I must have looked like some obscene ship's figurehead, and I giggled. He bit my neck sharply, kicked open one of the exits and finally put me down. I had just about time to note we were alone before he had shoved a finger up my ass, grabbed hold of the back of my neck and bent me over to his cock.

My mouth was already open from squealing at the finger, but it fell open even wider at the sight of his dick. Huge was an understatement. I had only a second to look at the monster before it was in my mouth, down my throat, and on its happy way to choking me to death. I felt my jaw pop, my eyes were watering uncontrollably, and snot was pouring out as my whole body spasmed, shook, choked and choked on my future husband's monster of a cock. Or more accurately, My Lord Cock, as my husband likes me to call it. It amuses him.

I was about to pass out, when he finally removed My Lord Cock from my throat and let me breathe. I collapsed at his feet, breathing hard and gratefully.

"Now that's rude," he said, and I heard his deep, commanding voice for the first time. "That's my cock juice you just spat out. Lick it up." I was still coughing and trying to breathe easily, so I didn't respond immediately. His foot kicked my tit and I got the message and put my face to the floor, looking for wet spots on the dirty floor and licking them up. I licked up the last spot and was raising my head when his foot came down on my head, pressing me down to rest one cheek against the floor as he rested his foot on the other cheek.

"While you're down there, clean my shoe."

The only shoe I could reach was the one on my face, so I stuck out my tongue as far as I could and tried to clean what I could. But it wasn't easy as he was pressing down hard on my face and not letting me move much at all. He didn't say anything though, so I kept trying to do what he had told me to do, and I must have looked a sight with my bare white ass wiggling in the air, tits hanging out and squashed against the floor as a huge, black man stood above me with his foot on my face and my tongue waggling desperately about trying to clean his shoe.

My husband told me that that was the moment that the thought of marrying me first entered his head, because a cunt so desperate to please a man she had just met was just the kind of cunt for him. Even better, I was white and looked respectable – when he wasn't debasing me – and quite well off as he found out an hour later as he entered my flat. It would please his parents to see someone like me running around picking up after him, and he was right, it did.

It pleases them even more these days as we're all living together, and I pick up after them too – which is a nice way of saying I'm their slave. I don't mind. I've been my husband's slave since the moment we met and if he wants me to tend to his family too, I will.

He took his foot off my face after a few minutes and stepped back. I didn't move, waiting for him to decide what I should do next and before too long, he pulled my head up by my hair. I was eye to eye with My Lord Cock again but this time I was better prepared, opening my mouth wide and letting My Lord Cock deep-throat me without gagging. But I had never handled a cock of such girth before and my control didn't last, especially once he started to skull-fuck me with a vengeance.

His hands were tightly fisted in my hair, and moving my head back and forth in time with his thrusting. Fast thrusting, fast and hard, my nose and lips hitting his pubic bush and bone repeatedly with jarring strength which was sure to leave them, at best, bruised. And the hi-speed bobbing was making me dizzy, although that might have been also due to the lack of air.

I hadn't noticed the pain that much before, too involved in trying to get some air into my lungs, but he fucked my throat for so long and so hard that it was impossible to ignore. My throat felt scraped raw, was probably bleeding, and the tears weren't just involuntary from all the choking and banging.

He finally stopped and looked down at me, smiling and tenderly stroking my sweaty hair off my face. He didn't remove My Lord Cock though, even though he couldn't have failed to see or feel that I was struggling to breathe, but even as he did nothing, I did nothing. My hands were clenched tightly together behind my back, keeping out of his way, even as my vision was failing due to My Lord Cock plugging up my throat and blocking my airways. I could die if he didn't let me breathe soon and still I did nothing that could be seen as denying him anything that he might want.

His dark eyes swept over my face slowly, taking in every detail. There was stark tube lighting, so nothing could have been hidden. I could clearly imagine what I must look like; my bright red, sweating face, wet with tears and snot and cock juice, black mascara running wild around bulging red-veined eyes, nostrils flaring desperately as my nose lay buried in his curly black pubic hair, my red lipstick all smudged around my lips, stretched thin and past its breaking point by the slimy, black muscle that impaled and obscenely distorted my face.

My eyesight was failing with the continuing lack of air, but I could clearly see his pride at the ruin that was my face, ruin that his cock, My Lord Cock, had wrought.

Then he pulled out, abruptly and painfully, his fist in my hair keeping my face right where he wanted. The cum spat out, across my eyes, making me blink rapidly and tear up even more, across my nose, up my nose and making me choke even more, and on my forehead and hair. He rubbed his cockhead on my cheek, slowly, thoughtfully. I blinked up at him and waited.

And when My Lord Cock was once again back in my mouth, and hot piss shot out, I wasn't really surprised and gulped it down as fast as I could. It wasn't fast enough though, and piss dribbled out and ran down my chin and neck and soaked my dress. He punishes me for that, for wasting anything that comes out of his body and with which he gifts me, but at that time all he did was pull out and finish off on my face and hair. Just a bit, not enough to wash away the cum, just enough to be clearly seen and smelt.

I looked up at him, still coughing a bit, my lungs not back to normal especially with some of the piss going down the wrong way. He was big and black and utterly frightening. Pitiless and cold, that was the look on his face, and the contempt came through strong and clear. My pussy ached. I'd never been so turned on in my life.

"Your name, cunt."

"Cunt," I answered back dazedly. He laughed, deep and loud, and I realised he'd asked me for my name, not given me the name of Cunt.

"As you wish, my lady," he chuckled, "Cunt it is. What was your maiden name?"

I was so happy, and smiled up at him. He laughed again, then slapped my face with his cock. "Concentrate. Answer me."

"Samantha Burlington, sir." I tried to lick his cock as it carried on slapping my face, back and forth, back and forth.

"Too big a name for a pathetic thing like you," he mused, now rubbing his cock around my mouth and nose. He smelled so good, strong and pungent and nasty. "And you are pathetic. A piece of shit. Utter white trash, if ever I saw it. Right, cunt?"

"Right, sir." I was, I am. I was anything he wanted me to be.

"You a whore, cunt?"

"Yes, sir." Anything.

He sighed, and it was just another thing that showed me I was meant for him. He always knows me, knows what's in my mind. "I meant your job, if you have one. What do you do, cunt?"

Oh. "Lawyer, sir."

"You look too stupid for that. You are stupid, aren't you, cunt?" He bounced his cock up and down on my nose.

"Yes, sir."

"Yes sir what?" He suddenly snarled, pulling on my hair and shaking me.

"Yes, sir, I'm stupid."

He stopped shaking me, but his grip on my hair tightened. I flinched as some strands tore off. "And the stupid cunt is going to quit and be what worthless cunts are born to be."

"Yes, sir," I breathed out, my heart pounding. His dark eyes glared down at me, pierced deep and grabbed hold. He was everything.

"What are worthless cunts born to be?"

I opened my mouth, but I didn't know. What, what? I looked at him, waiting for him to tell me.

"Nothing." He whispered, and I believed him. Then both of his hands fisted in my hair and his cock was in my throat in one rough thrust. I went cross-eyed it was so sudden, and my nose hit his pubic hair and bone and tears were falling again.

"What a show, man!"

I tensed, but didn't pull away, never thought of pulling away. There was another man there, but my husband hadn't even stopped fucking my throat. He hadn't been surprised. I rolled my eyes up to see what he was going to do, but he wasn't looking at me. He was grinning, looking at where the voice had come from.

"I expected you sooner," he said, grunting as he thrust in hard and kept it there, holding my face tight to his crotch.

"Like I said, what a show. Too busy watching to come down, and it's still recording as we speak. I got Charlie to take over."

I was pulled off then, and my throat burned at the speed and friction. He tugged my head back and twisted slightly, then grasped my chin and leaned down. "Say hello to Charlie."

There was a glint in the dark corner of the ceiling, a camera. But of course. Cameras were everywhere in the clubs. "Hello."

He shook me again by the hair, slapped my face viciously and spat in my face. "Stupid cunt! What was that?" He slapped me again, and I was so confused. "Open your cunt mouth wide, squeeze your tits, spread your legs and frig your cunt! That's how a cunt says hello!"

My face was pointed up to the camera again, and I opened my cunt mouth wide, squeezed my tits with my left hand, and spread my legs to finger my cunt. A sudden burn on my ass made me squeal and thrust my hips up. It came again, and again.

"Yeah, whip the bitch," moaned the man I still hadn't seen. My husband was whipping me with his belt. And I squealed every time another stripe was marked on my bare butt, and I squeezed my tits harder and pumped my hips as I masturbated for the camera, for Charlie, and all the time my husband had me by the hair and shouted at me to do better. I tried, fingering my cunt and licking my nipples and biting and twisting and shoving my fingers deep inside my hole, and finally I shrieked and came.

I shuddered, orgasm working its way through every bit of me and all was dark and warm and so good. It was so good, fantastic, the best sex I'd ever had. If my husband hadn't already taken me over so completely, that would have been the moment I would have promised forever.

He shook me, and I came to and realised I'd slumped forward, his grip on my hair the only thing keeping me from falling on my face. I was pathetically grateful, grateful for the cum, grateful for being found. He pushed me forward and I collapsed on the sticky, filthy floor, but I was too grateful to stay put.

I turned around and crawled over to his feet and started licking, cleaning with my eager tongue and buffing with my cheeks and hair. They were talking, laughing, I didn't really hear, but I knew he wasn't speaking to me and so I was going to carry on licking until he told me to stop.

I was so happy. He was what I had been looking for, ever since I had begun to feel like I was incomplete, like I was out of place, like I was just plain wrong. I hadn't known what or who or where, but now I did. Now I definitely did. What had I been missing? Him. Where was my place? With him. And who am I? His. I am his, totally and completely. I am his to do with as he will, to do anything he wills, to be anything he wills.

I am nothing but what he makes of me. I am nothing.

Nothing: Weddings

There's nothing quite like pissing in a bitch-mouth. And once you've shit in it too, there's no going back to flowers and candlelight. Once you've seen a bitch stuffed with shit, cheeks bulging with it, face smeared and dirty with your waste and tearful eyes peering out from under shitty lashes, there's just no way you can ever look at a bitch again and not see shit. Respect and romance? Hell no. My dick's never been harder, and I feel like all's right with the world at last.

This is how it's meant to be, this all-powerful, testosterone haze. And she's not running away, she's coming back for more and more, and she's not the only one. All types of women, just dying to find a man to grab hold of her and be what a man is supposed to be – powerful, commanding. Frightening. It's genetics. We've forgotten that, too blinded by science and tech despite the camouflage, we are nothing but animal.

I have a dream. When I die, I want my cunt to be buried with me. Buried alive. The piece of shit should be kneeling at my feet, my dick in her toothless mouth, arms and elbows tied behind her with barb wire. Udders pierced with as many skewers as they can fit, a few long and thick and going through both tits. Big tits, the biggest-titted whore I can find. Something you can really grab hold off and punch and burn and pierce and torture, torture, torture.

I want my friends to torture the cunt, go all out, really enjoy themselves and leaving it just alive enough to appreciate starving to death with my dick in her mouth. Not suffocating to death. I want air holes in the coffin, make sure my pig suffers for as long as possible. A video cam would be good, provide great reality TV entertainment. Why watch some losers sleep and making fools of themselves when you can watch my cunt suffering and dying instead? No contest. Especially with a dildo in her cunt and ass that would give her some searing, bitch-frying electric shocks.

Wonderful dream. I'm sure I'll add to it before I'm completely satisfied. And I'm sure it will be carried out and surpass my imaginings I know my friends.

Who would have known this was where it was leading to when I met my wife? She was just another blonde tart in a sea of them, shaking her tits and ass to get a man's attention. Just another normal night in a club. Her tits though, fantastic. They sloshed around wildly, almost falling out of her top, no bra in sight the fucking slut.

When she jumps up and down, which I get her to do quite a lot, they hit her face. I've stretched them a bit over the years, lots of rope-work and special clothes and equipment from the BDSM store, and they look fucking amazing. Saggy, big and floppy, practically down past her belly button.

Sometimes we hold cunt races on the weekends and there's nothing quite like a bunch of big titted white whores running with their black masters whipping them on. Beautiful. All those saggy tits bouncing around, white flesh welted and red and black and blue, red faces crying, snot dripping, mouth wide from the ring gags and drool down their chins and tits like the stupid dogs they are.

Great buys, those ring gags. Aesthetically pleasing, giving us the cunts with their mouths wide open, like they should be. And practical too. A nice, safe cock sheath. Not to mention the whining and retarded noises the pigs make when you're working them hard good for the dick, for the soul. And when it becomes annoying, and women using their mouths for talking or making any sounds I don't allow annoys me, just shove a penis gag in through the ring and down the piggy throat and voila, blessed silence. Even their snuffling snouts are much quieter.

Truly, gags are a man's best friend. The one essential item if you're going to be stuck on a desert island with the cunt of your dreams.

So, my wife-cunt, slave-pig of slave-pigs, I married her the day after I met her. Went to Vegas and did it legally. She wore a white corset with her nipples peeking out the top, a frilly white tutu that showed her bald pussy, white fishnets and white stilettos. And the all important virginal white veil. All topped off with bright red lipstick, on her lips, her pussy lips, and piggy nips. She even had a bouquet, a single red rose tucked between her wobbling mass of titties. That was some cleavage she got in that corset.

The priest-whatever-guy could barely get the words out, too busy looking at all the slut on show, but he finally did and it was done. I had her give him whatever he wanted after, as a thank you, and he wanted an ass-fuck with a blowjob chaser. All the clothes were left on, apart from dragging her udders fully out which really didn't need much effort, and I got it all on video. Then of course my witness friends had their thank you fucks too. It was a good day.

And when it came to throwing her bouquet, that was something to see. Look! No hands! The stupid whore had her hands obediently behind her and she was bouncing, bouncing up and down and up and down like some fucking yo-yo, tits and pussy everywhere. Hysterical. She finally managed it though, sent that rose flying through the air and my best man caught it and that got him the first cunt-fuck of the night from the pig.

I fucked her last, after they were all done with her – all her holes all raw and leaking cum and blood and piss and shit. She was a mess, all the pristine white stained and torn, her white flesh bruised and welted – we'd all given our belts a happy time – and her face was just absolute perfection. It's how a bitch-face should always look – bruised, stupid, afraid.

And then when we got back to her nice, expensive apartment, just the two of us, she got her second wedding. Lucky bitch, most cunts only get one. It was the start of our new life as husband and wife and I had specific ideas about how things should be. First, her old life was over and the ceremony would show that. The Vegas wedding had been great, but I wanted to do more ownership rituals, take her over more completely. I wanted her to know that she was my property, mine to do with as I pleased., just like in the good old days. Call me a traditionalist.

So as soon as we got through the front door, she fell to her knees as was good and proper and stripped. No more clothes or walking on two feet like a human being in my home again, unless I gave permission. And I dragged the crawling pig by her hair to the bathroom, kicked her down on her stomach in the jacuzzi, and hogtied her, nice and tight. Wrists to calves, ankles to throat, elbows together. She was arched up, choking and strangling, tits nicely crushed on show. Then the ring gag went in, as did the nose tines, pulling her nostrils back and making her look more like the pig she is, and this was tied to her big toes.

I set up the video carefully, making sure it would all be nicely recorded for future viewing pleasure.

Then I got the scissors and hacked off her hair. And the bitch started to cry, stupid cunt. So vain. When I got the razor out and shaved her bald, the tears and snot really started to flow. I stepped back and admired my wife. Shining white bald head, running mascara, snot streams from her piggy snout. Gorgeous. But she needed more bruises, so I slapped her face a few times, hard enough to topple her over each time. Then I punched her right eye a time or three, but only her right, because I like to see the difference – slitty bloodshot eye peering out of swollen, purple flesh, and then the healthy one with mascara and shadow.

My belt whapped over her bald head, giving it some lovely red welts, and all over the rest of her. I had to push her over to beat her tits properly, nice and hard, using the buckle end to finish it off to get a few spots of blood. Her cunt got a good lashing too, even though it really was nicely bruised already. Her ass however, was a mess from the guys going to town on it, so it was just as well the hogtie left it shielded. I intended to completely use the cunt up before I got rid of her, but I wanted to take my time, really enjoy the experience. I was thinking three or four years.

After the whipping, I got down to the serious business of vows.

"What are you, cunt?"

"Uh-hng," my wife sounded through her gag. Nothing. Such a good cunt. I patted her on her smooth bald head in approval. The tears were still flowing but her eyes were wide and worshipful.

"Who are you, pig?"

"Urr..." Yours. I rubbed my cock over her face, wiping over her tears and snot and drool. I could see her pink tongue waggling desperately to reach my cock, and her eyes were just so stupidly grateful it made my dick jump. Stupid, stupid cunts.

"That's right, you're all mine, little piggy," I whispered, poking my cock against her nostrils and wishing them bigger so I could really get some meat in there. That would look so good. I could see it now, a cock in each nostril and one down her throat. "Oink for me, pig."

She did, but not as good as she could do with her mouth gag-free. Sacrifices, sacrifices. I shoved my dick down her throat and got a good slam-fuck going, holding on to her ears and staring down at her as she choked and turned redder and redder. It got so violent she started skidding back and forth on her tits and belly, and her sweat was really helping the squeaking noises. I laughed. Life was good. This bald thing choking on my dick was my wife, her apartment and money and everything that had been hers was mine, and I could see a nice long life ahead for me.

I came on her bald head, in her eyes, up her nose, and treated her with a taste too – she had been a very good cunt, after all.

"Think of this as your baptism," I said, rubbing my cum into her shiny baldness with my cock. I held my cock and whapped her on the nose. "Welcome to the Church of Your Lord Cock." I whipped her face a few times, enjoying the feeling, the sounds of cock hitting cumsoaked cunt-face.

"Your christening," I said, pissing on her head and face. "I name you Pig-cunt. Oink, Pig-cunt." She oinked. I laughed, looking down at the cunt desperately blinking piss from her eyes and snorting piss out of her nose. I finished off in her mouth. "The blood of Your Lord Cock." I shoved my cock in. "The body of Your Lord Cock."

I grinned, leaning down with my black marker and making it official. There, nice and clear on her forehead was Pig and across her cheeks and nose was Cunt. I was going to step back, give the camera a good look at my newly named wife, but her white bald head was too tempting. A big smiley face on top, then Pig-cunt again around the back, and it was a work of art. There was so much more I wanted to do, so much white canvas, but I had time. She was my wife. We had the rest of her life.

"And here's something from me." I squatted over her head and let loose. Shit curled down onto her bald head, over her eyes, down her nose and some runny shit rounded it all off for a nice splatter effect. My dick was like stone, so fucking hard. I couldn't remember the last time I had recovered so quickly. And the pig was squealing, eyes rolling wildly and choking as she rocked on her tits and belly. I think she was trying to get away. I was laughing, stroking my cock and enjoying the sight of my wife lolling around in shit and piss. Happy as a pig in mud, my pig in shit.

"You're a good wife, Pig-cunt, really good," I said, breathing hard and ready to come again. She stilled a bit, her squealing ended, like my praise was all she needed to get over such abuse. So stupid. "But you know what would make me really happy?" Her big blue eyes with their shitty lashes blinked at me questioningly. "Eat my shit."

Her stupid eyes teared up again, and a moaning sound came out of her mouth, a weird keening. It was eerie, so I shut her up by stepping on her head and pressing it into the shit. She was making those deep choking sounds you get when you give a really good deep-throat, her body spasming and twitching like she was being electrocuted, and I took pity on her and cut the ropes to her neck and nose. Her face fell forward and she was gasping, and heaving, retching. It was funny how much she resembled a fish then. I sat on the rim and waited for her to do as she was told. She would, I knew. She couldn't say no to me; I was the man of her dreams.

It took her a while, especially restricted as she was by the hogtie, but that was ok. I liked the show, leisurely stroking my cock as she practically used her udders for walking, hoovering up all the shit and piss with her mouth when she found her ring-gag didn't let her lick very efficiently. She really was a good pig and I would have patted her again if she wasn't covered in shit. It was fucking disgusting, and the smell – and she was eating the stuff. Unbelievable. I hadn't had much respect for her to begin with but now, now my contempt for the cunt was absolute. Whatever she might do in future to redeem herself, it would never work; she ate my shit and I hadn't even had to beat her.

I watched silently as she licked up the last remaining splatters, her tits squeaking on the plastic now and then as she moved.

"That's great, pig, you're a natural. Go ahead and throw up." The words were barely out before there was vomit shooting out. Absolutely disgusting. "Go on, dip your face in your vomit, that's a good pig. All over your face, roll it around. Move your tits into it, that's it, good pig. Take a taste, come on – are you fucking deaf? Get stuck in there!"

And the disgusting pig was face down in her vomit, snorting and snuffling, like a pig hunting for truffles. She was crying again, causing tear tracks through the shit and vomit on her face. "You love me, Pig-cunt?"

She stopped her vomit eating and looked up at me, snorting shit and vomit from her nose, mouth and chin dripping with the slimy brown waste. Gorgeous. I nearly came right then and there, but then she nodded and I was too furious to come. If she hadn't been too disgusting to touch, I would have beat the bitch senseless. And I didn't want to dirty my belt. "Did you just nod at me? Did you just nod, you fucking cunt? I ask you a question, you answer! You understand me, you stupid slut?"

"Ehh, uhh." Yes sir. And she looked terrified. That soothed me, but I was still looking around for something to hit her with.

"Say it." There was a serious absence of punishment implements, except for electric cables, and as this was my home now, that just would not do.

"Ahh, uhh, ooo, uhh." So sweet, my wife. I calmed down at that sweet declaration, had the camera zoom in on her face and squashed, bulging tits. Bald, with graffiti, covered in shit and vomit and piss and cum, she was a right fucking mess. She was perfect, and all mine. I shot all over her face one last time, to make her feel loved, switched off the lights and shut the door behind me. Time for bed.

Great start to the honeymoon.