Breaking Esther Ch. 2

"I'm glad to see you recognise me Esther. It has been a long time, but we have met before. Remember your first punter in that dark alley? I just couldn't resist you any longer when you were all dressed up in those cheap whore clothes I got you to buy."

A thrill ran through her at these words. She was glad that he had not been able to resist her and that she held some allure for him. As these thoughts flashed before her she started to realise that she was dressed in her wedding gown because she was really marrying her master. This was their nuptial night and her legal husband was almost an irrelevance. As if reading her thoughts he said:

"Yes Esther you are my bride, but you are not the only one. That is why you have your legal husband here. I will come as a God visits His subjects and whenever I come your husband will make sure you are ready for me. Whatever you are doing you will stop and lay down with legs spread ready to be fucked by me. Throughout the rest of your life that is to be your one true purpose to bring me pleasure and to be always available for me whenever I call. You have no authority over me, however, and if I should not turn up for some long time then you will simply wait and get on with your life, but I will suddenly appear and then you will act out for me my fantasy as if I had never gone away. You are to always lust after me and desire my attention whether I choose to give you any or not. In this way will you know that your place is as my subject and I am your God. Never forget that Esther, otherwise you will bring out a cruel streak in me."

She listened to his words and silently acknowledged them. After all he was only stating the facts as they had been now for some time. Yet by stating them, by spilling them into reality then they seemed to force the fantasy out into the open to pollute the whole of her life. No more would she be able to turn the corner out of those dark streets into the light of her "normal" life, for this was to be her life now in its entirety. He was forcing her to confront her absolute submission. She was not able to choose her own husband or her own home, and she was being forced to accept that no matter how ordinary her life might seem, whenever he would show up she was to immediately and unquestioningly turn aside into that dark part of her that accepted him to ruin and degrade her. She was being forced to acknowledge beforehand how this degradation excited her and that contrary to actually loathing those times he might appear she would actually be desperately awaiting his return and hating the emptiness of her life in those times in between.

Very slowly he had started to ease his penis in and out of her as she continued to gyrate her hips. They still stared at each other making complete eye contact. She knew that she had no will to pull her eyes away from his and that he was demanding her to look him in the eye as he made the rest of his speech to her.

"I will come often at least in the early months and will fuck you – either slowly and tenderly as I do now on your wedding night, or brutally without care for your pleasure. It will be often and regular and soon you will become pregnant. You will bear my children. You will not bear any children with your legal husband as I have trained him to suffer excruciating pain every time he enters a woman's womb. He can now only obtain pleasure through masturbation or anal sex. You will service him with your anus, but if you try to lure him into that sopping pussy of yours he will suffer so badly that he will be unable to remain erect. In this way you will both know that whenever you do become pregnant – which will be several times, that I am the father of your children. Your husband's job is to make sure you remain faithful to me and to facilitate your being impregnated with my seed. Once you become pregnant he will look after you and together you will bring up my children. As far as everyone else is concerned you will be a happy family and no one need know that your husband is helping, in full knowledge, to bring up my bastard children. He will be present each time I fuck you helping to dress you and prepare you, perhaps opening those sweet cunt lips of yours to facilitate my penetration of his bride."

Suddenly she was shaken out of her torpor by a stinging slap across her face. She stared confused as if she had suddenly awoken from a dream and unable to work out where she was or what had woken her. She looked back at her master and realised he was still resting on his hands. She could not move her own arms to bring her hands to her face and this made her remember her husband still holding her down while her master pumped slowly in and out of her vagina. She felt a cold stickiness on her face and it was starting to run over her cheek. She was still unable to put together the pieces of this puzzle as she fought to bring her mind back to reality. The cold stickiness had now run down her cheek and the side of her face. It pooled into the crack at the edge of her mouth and she felt it seep into her mouth. It was salty and cloying. Suddenly she realised what it was, her husband still kneeling above her head had just ejaculated over her face listening to the words of their master. He had been so excited about preparing his own blushing bride to service his master whenever he should turn up and the thought that he would be bringing up somebody else's children that his own wife had carried, had brought him to the point of ejaculating all over his wife's face. This realisation brought home to her the measure of her own defeat, that they were both truly enslaved by this man, and all the time she felt the rising heat in her loins as she welcomed his shaft plunging into her.

"But that is not all Esther. You are not the only couple bringing up my children. I am free to sow my seed with all the beautiful women I have selected and they bring them up with their loving husbands. Yet I am not content just to procreate my genes but those of my children down through the generations so that my descendents will inherit the Earth. My sons that you will bear will one day learn how to make the same implants that I have inserted into you. They will go out and do the same as I have done to other women and so spread their seed and so on generation after generation. They will need to be taught how to dominate a woman and you will teach them how. You will tell them how to capture a woman's mind into slavery as I have captured your mind. As they get older I will give them control over your own implants and they will then be able to put suggestions into your mind and switch on your arousal whenever they desire. You are not only to be my slave but the slave of your own children. Knowing how teenagers learning about sex are, I expect that you will have a rather degrading time, but you have already learned to enjoy that.

Your children will be able to demand sex from you and they will fuck you too. They may decide to lend you to their schoolmates forcing you to submit in front of them to their every immature whim. All this you will explain to them beforehand as they grow older and you will prepare them for this task. You are to make your children into your own master. When they start to ask about sex you and your husband will show them your cunt and the different ways that you can be pleasured. When I come to fuck you they will watch their own father stand back and allow me access to your cunt, and indeed he will do everything possible to make sure that you pleasure me properly. Your own children will come to learn that their own father is a eunuch of my harem, and that you are just a vessel for pleasure. They will learn from you how your husband helped in the rape of his wife so that she would carry the children of another man. He will help them to lure other women into their trap."

As her master continued to speak his thrusts became increasingly more urgent, he rocked back and forth and she gyrated her body desperately seeking release from the mounting and demanding desire in her loins. She heard the words he spoke and was repelled by them, but the images he conjured up in her mind inflamed her own desires to a point beyond which she could bear. Suddenly she felt his penis throb and disgorge its contents into her. She felt or rather imagined the stream of his sperm pouring into her receptive body, polluting it for the rest of her life and her future generations. As she closed her eyes she could see his sperm flooding into her womb seeking out her own ovaries which she was powerless to protect and that would betray her in turn with the birth of her future tormentors.

She screamed as she came, and had never felt such an overwhelming pleasure. It made her whole body jerk for several minutes. Her breasts and her cunt lips were inflamed and burnt her. She felt the release to be free to pleasure. She could not stop any of the cruel things he was saying and this had allowed her to escape her normal levels of control during sex. It did not matter what she thought or what she did, all these terrible things would befall her and these images that she held transfixed in her mind would become reality for her, and this freed her body of guilt and released a torrent of pleasure that wracked her. She was accepting the delicious pain and pleasure that was to be her lot.