I swear it never occurred to me what a threat Michele really was.
I was stupid.
She had a big stake in Daddy too, and she was not going to tolerate me as her husband's mistress.
Michele realized that something had changed right away after that first weekend. Daddy and I are lousy actors, and she was suspicious from the start.
I don't know exactly when we wore caught. I only know that three weeks later Daddy had business out of town and I was in the unfortunate position of being alone in the house with Michele.
I tried to avoid her.
No use.
She came looking for me.
Michele was a tall woman, much larger than me. Her shoulders were broad and her legs were long and shapely. She had very long fingernails.
I was in my room pretending to do homework. I desperately needed as excuse to get out of the house but none was available. All of my friends were busy doing something or other. There was nothing happening. If I left I would have to walk around town aimlessly, and that didn't seem like much fun.
Michele came into my room without knocking. I was sitting at my desk staring into a book. I turned to look at her and I was frightened immediately. Michele had a wild look in her dark eyes. She was filled with hate.
"What?" I said. So rude. I guess it didn't make any difference. Michele was going to abuse me. And there was nothing in the world I was going to do about it.
"You fucking slut," she said.
"What?" I repeated.
"You have been playing hide the salami with the old man, Connie. Don't deny it. I smell your scent on him at night," Michele said. She made the evil hissing sound of a snake slithering through tall grass from between clenched teeth.
"What of it?" I said. I tilted my head a little to one side.
Michele slapped me three times across the face as hard as she could.
"Nobody fucks with my man," she said. "Or else they get fucked with." She grabbed my right arm and pulled it painfully behind my back.
"Stop! You are hurting me!" I screamed.
"I'll break your fucking arm right off at the shoulder if you don't do as I say," she said. I wondered how far she was going to take this… I would never in a million years have dreamed the cruel punishment I was about to be subjected to.
"Okay! Okay!" I said.
She released my arm.
"Get into the master bedroom," Michele said.
When I hesitated she added, "March!"
I could feel tears welling in my eyes. All of my sins were being thrown back into my face. The fire I started by rubbing Daddy's crotch at the breakfast table was going to end up with my own torture!
There was something hypnotic about Michele's dark eyes.
I knew I would end up doing whatever she requested.
I could feel my will being sucked out of my soul.
She was a dominatrix bitch, an expert at abuse. I was to be a slave.
I marched into the master bedroom and Michele ordered me out of my clothes.
"WH-wh-what are you going to do to me?" I asked.
I was so nervous that I was stammering when I spoke.
I got naked, and felt my knees trembling. My face was pale.
I could feel the cold sweat of anxiety oozing from my pores.
"Get on your belly on the bed," Michele screamed at me.
She was wearing a pair of tight slacks and a button-up blouse.
It was clear that the bitch was not wearing a bra.
Her huge breasts were straining at the front of her shirt.
She looked as if she were about to pop the buttons on it.
I could see the large bumps made by her erect nipples.
Michele laughed sadistically as I shivered on my belly on the bed.
I kept my legs clamped shut and folded my arms beneath my face.
For a moment I prayed that all of this was a bad dream.
I prayed I would wake from the nightmare and find the menace gone.
But I could not. It was all as real as you and me right now.
Michele began to take off her clothes. She went to the closet.
I watched her ass cheeks as she reached to the top shelf. She had a wonderful body. She pulled down a shoebox and flicked the lid off of it with her thumbnail.
Michele pulled out a long thick black hard rubber cock, that had an elastic strap around the base of it so she could put it around her hips and wear it as if it were really her prick.
She put the cock on, positioning the base so that it pressed against the top of her pussy slit.
"Are you going to stick that thing in my pussy?" I asked tearfully.
"On no," she said with a laugh.
I almost sighed with relief.
"I am going to stick it up your ass, you little pig slut. You want to get fucked so bad, I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. You won't be so Goddamn horny over your father anymore by the time I am through with you. You see, I am going to use nothing to lubricate this dildo. I am going to force the log of black rubber deep into your bowels while the spurious dick and your anus are as dry as a bone!"
She ran her fingertips up and down the shaft of the fake prick, and over the tip. Michele tossed back her head and gasped as if she were really absorbing pleasure from this caress.
I felt my asshole burning.
My sphincter opened and closed.
My nether eye winked.
I was feeling horny. I still don't know why my fear made me so lustful. There was a bigger part of me than I want to admit that wanted to be Michele's tortured sex slave. I guess I felt guilty over having my hot sex affair with Daddy. I guess there was a big part of me that believed I needed to be punished for my sins.
I didn't put up a fuss. I knew there was no point. Michele would only tie me up so that I couldn't resist had I decided to combat her superior wishes.
"Get on your hands and knees," she screamed at me.
I knew she would hit me if I paused. I obeyed her promptly.
Like I said before, Daddy had fucked my ass a couple of times.
But he was a sweetheart. He used K-Y Jelly to lubricate the fuck.
He always had entered me slowly so he wouldn't hurt me.
Or I should say, he wouldn't hurt me any more than he had to.
There is always a little pain involved with anal intercourse.
I knew the buggery Michele would administer would be different.
She wanted to hurt me. She would relish the pain she caused.
The black haired dominatrix bitch knelt at my rear.
"Arch your back!" she ordered. As I did this my buttocks raised.
A feminine curve formed at the small of my back. My head lowered.
Michele yanked my ass cheeks apart. I could hear her chuckling.
She was so fucking pleased with herself. She loved every minute of it.
She must have been looking forward to this for some time.
I wondered how long she had know about Daddy and me. Her pot had had a long time to boil – there was no doubt about that.
The thick black rubber head of the artificial penis ran up and down the crack of my ass for a moment.
Michele found my asshole with the tip. She began to smack my ass with her fist as hard as she could.
I cried.
I was being bruised.
Michele began to push forward with her round womanly hips.
I felt like my asshole was going to be torn right out of my butt.
I couldn't believe the pain as my anus opened to take that rod.
The asshole opened gaping. The ring of tight muscle at the mouth of my rectum tore. There was a fiery pain. I screamed with my agony. My facial features contorted. My tiny nose moved up and down very fast. My eyes closed tightly. My eyelids were wrinkled. My face was as red as the local fire engine.