Chapter 8: What a Way to Spend an Afternoon

David spent most of the day with Danielle and Sharon. They briefly discussed the morning session and both agreed that David needed to be physically very tough on Ellen over the next few days. Sharon didn't contribute much to the conversation, but her presence brightened both Danielle's and David's whole day.

"You know, honey, it is going to be difficult dealing with Ellen's attitude after spending an entire day with my beautiful and loving wife and daughter."

"I know, David, but you need to be tough with her because we slacked off too much while I was having the baby, and we need to get her back with the program. Plus, it is going to be a while before I can physically participate very much,"

"And what, exactly, is the program, dear?"

"Well, David, I think we have to get her to b obedient and submissive and used to being a sex object for you. Essentially, you need to break her will. She is very, very strong willed, and this may take a while. Then, once she is broken we need to make her submissive to me. You don't mind if I have her eat my pussy, do you?

"Not if you don't mind me fucking her once or twice a day."

"Just so long as you remember to come back upstairs."

"No problem with that," David said as he slid one hand over her engorged breast. Danielle smiled as he unbuttoned her blouse and reached inside of her nursing bra. "Got enough left to share."

Danielle purred and David began to suck the sweet milk out of her breasts. She was so turned on by having her husband, her captor, her lover and her personal rapist suckle her breasts, that she felt herself get wet. She wanted so badly to be fucked, but the doctor had told them to avoid intercourse for at least a month. "Eat me, David," she said in a husky voice.

David complied.

Afternoon lesson

After their afternoon sex play, Danielle made a nice dinner, and a vegetable-only "meatloaf" for their houseguest.

"I know it looks like shit, David, but it is nutritious. I get the recipe from a website in Arizona. The local sheriff there feeds this to his prisoners. The lawyers hate it, the prisoners hate it, the local newspaper has puppies over it, but because it is nutritionally balanced, they can't stop him from serving it. It is perfect for Ellen."

David cut two slices and put them on a plate. He snitched a piece and gave it a taste. From the look on his face, one would have imagined that he had just taken a bite out of a cow pie.

"Jesus, Danielle, what is in this damn thing?"

"Oh, David, just some turnips, cabbage, rhubarb, broccoli, cauliflower and mushrooms."

"It tastes, well..."

"It isn't supposed to taste good. That's the purpose."

"Well, honey, it certainly couldn't taste worse."

"Oh, yes it can. It tastes horrible when cold. So just put those two slices in the refrigerator to cool off, while we eat our supper. Then you can feed Ellen."

David simply shook his head, smiled and opened the door to the ice box.

After a nice leisurely dinner, and dessert, David played with Sharon for a few minutes, amazed at the delicate child, and then set about his duties. He grabbed the cold meatless-loaf, moved it to a paper plate and headed down the basement, flipping on the light as he started down the stairs.

Ellen was not in position when he entered her "room."

"Slow learner," he thought, as he wordlessly pulled out the Taser and gave her a shot.

Just like the previous times, the electricity knocked Ellen flat, and she was still twitching as he roughly dragged her from the bed onto the kneeling mat. She was too dizzy to kneel upright, so David set her on her knees, with her ass in the air and her face to the floor. He slipped he belt out of his waistband, and proceeded to give the helpless girl five hard lashes across the ass.

"I told (swat) you (swat) to be (swat) in position (swat) when I came down (swat).

I will not get tired of nailing you with the Taser, and I am not afraid to beat you bloody to make a point."

Ellen curled into a ball and began to cry. He ass was bright red and there were deep welts on the backs of her legs.

David watched her cry for a few minutes, dropped the cold meatless loaf onto her trembling body.

"You know what you have to do in the morning," he told her, "and you know the consequences of disobedience. You decide." Then he walked away from her, turned and went up the steps, flipping off the basement light when he reached the top step.

"You weren't down there very long," Danielle observed. "How did it go?"

"Same old, same old," David replied. I zapped her, I beat her ass and I explained the concept of consequences. She is one hard girl, we'll see how she does in the morning."