The Making of a Whore : Part 2

"Yes, yes, don't worry. The bitch will do exactly what I tell her to do. Are Claire and Alice there yet? Good. Make sure they dress up as ordered... Yes, stockings, suspenders and no bra. And give Claire a good spanking, she always loves it..." Katie heard the name of the other girls and wondered who they were and what the General plans were? She was not allowed to dwell on it too long since the General had taken hold of her head and was guiding her mouth towards his cock. "Suck my cock, bitch, make it nice and wet. Remember, this will be going up your tight ass in a few minutes so you want it as slippery as possible. Yes. Yes, that's it, suck it hard you dirty whore...

"God, this bitch is good. To think she was just a normal housewife a few weeks ago and just look at her now; on her knees, in the back of my car, sucking my cock in order for me to bugger her senseless. Remarkable... What's that? Yes, I will make sure the bitch screams! Ha! Ha! Anyway, we are almost there so I need to take her now. Will speak to you shortly..."

The General hung up and looked down at Katie who was frantically bobbing her head up and down, clearly she too saw the benefit of lubricating his cock as much as possible. "Driver, there is a farm lane just up on the right, slow down and pull in... Yes, just in here. Pull in... Just park the car up against this hedge... I am just going to fuck this bitch and then we can be on our way..."

Frank slowed the car down and pulled up so that he was parked up against a huge hedge. The car was now no longer visible from the road. And even if a farmer or walker came up to it, whilst they could see the driver, they would be unable to see anything that was going on in the back due to the blacked out windows.

As he turned off the ignition, he looked behind through the dividing glass to finally properly see what was going on. And still there was no urge on his part to intervene. In fact, Frank removed his erect 5 inch pecker and gently started to rub it. The sight of his poor wife, kneeling subserviently on her knees, sucking another man's cock in order to help him anally fuck her, well, it was all a little too much for the poor chap.

Meanwhile, in the back of the car, the General grabbed Katie's head, by pulling on her blonde hair, and yanked her head off his cock. With the car now stationary, it was time. "My dear, Daddy's now going to fuck you in your ass. So, be a good girl, turnaround, get on all fours, arch your back a little so that I can see your delightful little anal hole and get ready to be buggered."

Katie looked up at the General in utter fear at what he was asking her to do. For a couple of seconds she did not move. She reviewed her options, obey and get ass fucked. Disobey, here, where there was no where to run? He could still take her regardless. So, in almost a trance like state, as ordered, she slowly turned around, shuffled on her knees a couple of feet forward, lowered herself down so she was on all fours, dipped her back and thrust her bottom out until she felt a rush of cold air on her anal opening.

As she slowly and innocently presented her young, married bottom to the General for him to fuck it, she thought to herself that this was more than any straight forward fucking. This was much more. For Katie, this was rape.

She had not asked to be buggered. She did not want to be buggered. She was being forced, against her will, to be buggered. The fact that she had got on to all fours and presented her bottom to her Master was, for her, irrelevant. What else could she do? Alone in a car, in an isolated back country lane with the General and his driver, there was no escape. She had no choice but to comply. Had she refused, the General could have no doubt taken her bottom regardless. So, technically, she was right, this was rape. anal rape, the worst possible kind.

As Katie waited to be raped, her head was now just inches away from the dividing screen between the passenger side and the driver's. Since it was just a mirror on her side, and she could not see through, she assumed that the same applied for the driver and this would afford her a level of privacy. She would have been horrified to learn that, not only could the driver actually see everything that was going on, but, more importantly, the driver was her husband whose face was now just inches away from his unsuspecting whore of a wife.

Frank pressed his face up against the glass to feel closer to his wife. Still she could not see him, all she saw was the reflection of a horny bitch, licking her lips and panting like a dog in anticipation of having her bottom brutally raped. And Frank had no intention of intervening. He wanted his wife to be anally fucked. He wanted her to be taken as roughly as possible. For him it was a win-win scenario, she got to feel pain, which Frank felt that she deserved, and he got to feel pleasure, watching his wife in pain by taking a huge cock up her ass. It was quite something for a husband to feel this way about his wife. How did it ever come to this?

As Frank mulled over this question, the General made his move and of course her "rapist" had no compassionate feelings towards his victim. She was there for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. He did not bother to worry himself with the ethics of all this. Her consent was of no relevance to him, all that he had to concern himself with were with the considerable needs of his mighty cock. And at this moment, hic cock required her bottom, notwithstanding her clear reluctance to offer it to him. If that made him a rapist, so be it. He had raped before, and would no doubt rape again. A bitch's sole purpose in his life was to satisfy his needs. Anything else, they could get from their loved ones.

As such, the General calmly lowered himself off his seat so that he was kneeling behind his poor victim's bottom. He looked down at it and marvelled at its flawless perfection. It had an innocent charm to it, the way it was framed by frilly white suspenders. Its innocence and virgin status, and the fact that she was being forced to offer it to him, just made him appreciate it even more. He placed his hand on one of the cheeks and tenderly stroked it. It felt so smooth and girly.

He then noted the g-string that still lay snugly within the valley of her bottom cheeks. It was easy to miss, it was so tiny. And whilst its purpose was purely for his pleasure (no woman ever wore them for comfort), he now felt that it was no longer required, indeed he made a mental note to himself that in future, when in his presence, she would not be permitted to wear any underwear of any description, other than stockings and suspenders.

A bitch should always wear these items to please her Master, but her pussy, ass and tits should always be readily available to him. So, grabbing hold of her g-string with both hands, he violently ripped it off causing poor Katie to scream out loud. He then dropped it on to the floor. For Katie it represented a white flag of surrender as her conqueror looked to take her bottom.

The General then took hold of his big cock and started to slap her cheeks with it. "My dear, do you want me to fuck you in the ass? Do you want me to bugger your poor little bottom?"

Katie turned her head to look at the General. The look of fear was radiating out from her. Naïvely though, she still thought that there was a chance that he could spare her bottom and, as such, she wanted to make a plea to him for clemency. "No, Daddy, p-please, don't fuck me in my bottom. P-please, take my pussy instead. Your cock is too big. I don't think my little bottom can take it. It will hurt me so much, p-please, Daddy, please take my pussy instead..."

"And Katie, would it make you happy if I took you pussy instead of your bottom?"

"Oh yes, Daddy! Oh yes!" Katie screamed back.

The General was of course playing with the poor young girl. He wanted her to plea for mercy. He wanted her to beg for him to stop. But he had no intention of stopping or of doing anything other than fucking her bottom. Her pleas only added to his dark pleasure. Indeed, the more she pleaded, and the more he let on that there was a chance of escape, the greater her sense of disappointment would be when the General finally entered her ass. And of course, the greater his sense of delight for the General that he had been so cruel with her.

He said nothing in response to her pleas and just carried on stroking her ass, looking down at its beauty. It would not be long before he would be taking it, he thought, but he could wait for a little while more.

Katie foolishly thought that she was making progress with the General and he could spare her bottom after all. So, sweetly and innocently, looking up at him with those big, blue eyes, which now had tears swelling up in them, she pressed on with her girly, naïve pleas, not realising how much they actually added to her attacker's dark pleasure. "Daddy it would please me greatly if you fucked my tight little married pussy! I know your cock is so big and it will hurt my pussy, but you have not fucked me there yet. You can take me there! And when Jack did, I did so enjoy being fucked by a real man... You see, I have never had a big cock in my pussy before Jack. Frank was the only one I had... Oh Daddy, please. Please...."

The General just gave her a sweet smile, it was almost one of kindness. Poor Katie, not yet fully understanding how the Generals mind operated, carried on. "And Daddy, I think my little pussy is still very tight. My husband has never been able to fuck me properly there, but I know you can. I know you can treat your little girl like the whore she so desperately wants to be. Oh Daddy, fuck my pussy. Fuck it hard..."

The General stopped smiling and started to lightly spank her bottom cheeks. He wanted them red for what was about to follow. "You really do want me to save your ass, don't you bitch?"

Spank! Spank! Spank!

A tear trickled down poor Katie's cheek. "Yes, Daddy, I do. Please don't fuck me there, I don't want it. Anything but that, please..." She replied, in all sincerity.

Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Are you saying that if I anally fuck you, it will be against your will?"

Spank! Spank! Spank!

More tears, more sense of desperation,. "Yes, Daddy, oh yes Daddy, it will be against my will. P-please Daddy, don't do it. Spare me..."

Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Are you then saying that if I were to bugger you, I will be raping you?"

Spank! Spank! Spank!

Katie had now turned her head back towards the front of the car and was starring at her reflection and that of the huge, towering presence of the General who, kneeling behind her, had a stern look of evil determination as he continued to spank her bottom. Each firm, crisp spank alternated between each beautiful, young, innocent cheek. She realised that her chances of surviving were rapidly diminishing. The look in his face as he spanked her was of a man determined to take whatever he wanted to.

But whilst she contemplated her fate, she found that the spanking, just as it had done in the film studio a week or so ago, was making her pussy soaking wet. This, despite the genuine fear she had of been anally raped. It was a strange contrast in feelings and one that she found difficult to explain. Was rape a turn on for her, she wondered?

"Are you then saying that if I were to bugger you, I will be raping you?" The General asked again, but this time louder and sounding annoyed that she had not responded immediately. His spanks also became that bit harder.

Still no answer as she pondered his question. Was this actually rape? Technically it was, if she refused entry. And she was refusing. Clearly she did not want her bottom fucked and the fact that the General was so obviously teasing her by asking her about being raped, meant that he liked the idea of raping her. This would fit in with the nature of the man. His penchant for very young girls and domination could easily progress into a fantasy of rape. Especially anal rape.

And had his attitude triggered in her an unexpected, dark fantasy? She actually had never previously fantasised about being raped. But alone, in a secluded country lane, where no one could help her, with a man as powerful, domineering and cruel as the General, on all fours, semi naked and having her bottom spanked, perhaps that was changing all that? After all, her pussy was now dripping wet. True, that was partly in response to the spanking, but she also felt that the prospect of being taken against her will could well have been a major contributing factor to her horny state.

She also realised that in order to please the General (and deep down that is all that mattered to her) she needed to respond truthfully to his cruel interrogation, which meant, whilst admitting that she did not want the General to anally fuck her, she could not however let on that she was turned on at the prospect of being taken against her will. After all, no rapist wanted his victim to consent.

Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Answer the question bitch!" The General growled.

Spank! Spank! Spank!

So, Katie answered the General honesty, and in a manner that would appeal to him. "Yes, Daddy, it would mean that you are raping me. I don't want you to fuck my tight little married bottom, so please, Daddy, don't rape your little girl. Don't rape her poor little bottom. I don't want to be raped. I want to be a good little girl. I want to be your good little girl but please don't rape my bottom..." Katie could now hear the General pant in excitement. His spanking was getting harder and harder in response to her desperate pleas. Clearly Katie was correct and the General was turned on by the prospect of raping this young, innocent girl.

And as the spanking continued unabated, Katie wondered how many girls he had raped before, just like this, in his car, in a dark, secluded country lane, or in a secluded part of town, where no one could hear the screams? She also wondered what the driver made of it all and if he ever partook in these activities, thus making it a gangrape? She groaned at the prospect...

In fact, the General's usual driver was sometimes offered a piece of whoever the General happened to be fucking -- a bonus for years of loyal service. But not today. Not when the piece of meat in question was the wife of the driver! Frank was actually frantically rubbing his cock, utterly turned on at seeing his wife being readied for the inevitable anal assault. He had fantasised about raping her anally. Many times. He just never had the balls to pull it off. Unlike the General, who he was fast beginning to admire.

Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Yes, bitch, it would be rape. But do you think your Daddy cares? Do you really think he cares about what his little girl thinks?"

Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Oh yes Daddy, I hope he does care because his little girl so wants to please him with her mouth and her tight little pussy..."

Spank! Spank! Spank!

"So please Daddy, allow you little girl to please him. Take your little girl's little married pussy. Oh Daddy, it belongs to you, it will always belong to you... Ooh, Daddy, p-please be gentle " Katie's pussy was getting wetter as her pleas were becoming more desperate and as it became more apparent that she was going to be anally raped.

Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Ouch Daddy! Ouch! You are spanking me too hard. P-please Daddy, go easy on my poor bottom. Don't spank me so hard, don't rape my bottom. Daddy, please, please fuck my little pussy... Oh Daddy..."

The General ignored her and continued to punish her poor bottom. After a minute or so, having turned her bottom a deep shade of red, the General suddenly stopped. All that could now be heard were the sounds of deep heavy breathing emanating from the both of them.

The General looked down and, seeing her beautiful bottom so wonderfully abused, and the way she had pleaded with him not to anally rape her had turned him on to such a degree that he could barely contain himself. His heart was pounding away and, for a man in his 60s, had he not been in supreme physical condition, the excitement could have easily caused a heart attack.

Meanwhile for Katie, the pain radiating from her reddened ass and the impending anal rape had turned her into a panting whore of a dog. She was still terrified at the prospect of being buggered, but at the same time the prospect of anal rape had caused a burning sensation in her pussy.

It was a few seconds before the General finally spoke. It was time. "Bitch, your feelings are irrelevant. You should know that by now. Your body belongs to me, for me to do with as I please. You will dress and do exactly what I say and your opinions are neither sought, nor required.

"So, why don't you be a good little girl, reach back, take hold of your Daddy's cock and place it at the entrance of your ass. You are now going to be anally raped." The General could barely get his words out, such was his excitement. Initially, Katie did not move. She was slightly shocked that the General was asking her to be complicit with his rape. He thought that he would, and should, do everything himself. But then she realised that this was all part of him humiliating her and making her his subservient bitch.

As such, Katie knew that she had no choice but to obey. She knew that rape victims rarely had choices. So, with a little reluctance, but still prepared to fulfil his fantasy of rape, she reached back with her right hand and took hold of his rock, hard cock. When she held it, she thought that she had never felt it so hard before. It felt like a rod of steel. Clearly rape was the ultimate turn on for this animal. Then, shaking with fear, she placed the mighty head of the beast at the entrance of her tiny anal opening. Once she had done that, the General replaced her hand with his and took over. Then, with much force, he forced the head of his cock up her ass.

She was now being anally raped.

And as the General burst through the poor bitch's tight sphincter, Katie let out a huge scream as hot flashes of pain cursed through her young body. "Agggghhhhhhh, take it out! Take it out! It's too big! It hurts! Ooooh, Daddy, please, take your big cock out of my bottom. It hurts! It hurts!" The General's response was one of supreme indifference for all he did was to slide a further 6 inches of his 11 inch rod into the young wife's tight rectum. "Daddy! Stop! Stop... it is too much, p-p-please, Daddy, stop raping my poor b-bottom. It hurts! It hurts! Daddy, your little girl is in a lot of pain... please take your big cock out of my little bottom, p-please..."

As she spoke, she turned her head back to once more stare at the General. Tears were streaming down her face as she felt her bottom being ripped wide apart with the General's rod of steel. She looked so beautiful in that desperate, pleading state. And it took a man of complete ruthlessness and indifference to ignore her pleading, baby blue eyes.

And the General was such a man and in response, all he did was to lean forward, grab her big tits, which hung heavily down from her slim body, and, shock of shocks, kissed her panting open mouth for the first time. Her mouth accepted the General's tongue as it swilled around her mouth. She was still panting with fear but managed to respond to the General's surprising act of affection by seeking out his tongue with hers.

As they kissed, the General mauled her big tits, roughly pinching on her nipples, but he took this opportunity to slide the remaining five inches of his cock into her tight anal channel. As he pushed his way through with some considerable force, poor Katie let out a muffled scream. Once the General had reached his target of 11 inches of big cock in her virgin anal channel, he stopped kissing her, straightened up and looked down at her poor bottom.

"That's it bitch, take it all! Take all of Daddy's big old cock in your tight young ass."

Spank! Spank! Spank!

The General's familiar pattern of punishing his victim as she was forced to submit to his evil will continued unabated.

Katie meanwhile was experiencing pain that she had never thought possible. "Aggghhhh, Daddy, p-please! Take it out! Take it out! It hurts. Oh my God, it hurts so much. Your cock is too big, it is splitting my poor bottom. Daddy, p-please..."

Spank! Spank! Spank!

"You want me to take my cock out of your bottom don't you? You want your Daddy to stop buggering you, don't you?"

"Oh yes, Daddy, I do, I do! It hurts, it hurts, your cock is so big. Please take out! Please stop raping my poor bottom..." Katie replied, in genuine pain.

Of course her desperate pleas only inflamed the General's passion further as he slowly started to withdraw his mighty cock from her anus. Katie, for a brief, foolish moment, thought that the General might be actually listening to. But, when only the head of his cock remained in her, in one brutal thrust he rammed the remainder of his huge cock back in to her tight bottom. "Yes, bitch, I am raping your bottom, so take that you dirty little whore!"

Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Oh Daddy, p-please stop! You are buggering my little bottom. Ooh, Daddy, you are raping my poor bottom. Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Spank! Spank! Spank!

He then started to slowly fuck the poor girl's ass, all the while spanking each cheek. Katie could do nothing other than remain dutifully on all fours, bottom pushed out fully available for him to rape. And the General did just that, raping her bottom, devouring her delicious, tight married cheeks. He could not remember a time when had had felt his cock so hard nor a bottom so tight.

Spank! Spank! Spank!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

That was all that happened for a few minutes. Brutal anal fucking and spanking. And it did not take long before her ass began to adjust to being forced to serve so much big cock and, as it did, the General quickened his thrusts, eager to derive as much pleasure as humanly possible from this evil form of sex