I see little need in prolonging the point of my story
with a tedious background off how my desires became to
be what they are. Quite simply I have always had a
well-guarded need to dominate a woman in every fashion.
For years, I repressed this desire in the name of
social conformity, but the mendacity of conformity
eventually took its toll and I gradually came to the
conclusion I would follow my heart, dark as it may be.
Being the recipient of a large trust fund and
inattentive family, I know resources would be of no
issue. I felt confident in my chances at success,
mainly given I had what I felt to be a practical
formula. I wanted to dominate and enslave a woman, but
I had no experience at this, and often chose to be
unassertive around women.
Therefore I decided I would have to start slow, if I
began with a beautiful confident woman, I feared my
inexperience would lead to failure and tragic
repercussions for myself. I decided the perfect
candidate to inaugurate my career as a slave master
would be a woman lacking confidence, easily manipulated
due too starvation for attention: my first slave would
be a fat girl.
The perfect candidate happened too reside in the condo
next to my own, Melanie Simms, had lived beside me for
a bit over a year. Melanie had a beautiful face capped
with sea blue eyes, however regardless of her facial
beauty, everything below the neck was huge. Her breasts
were enormous, her belly jutted out from body as if
protecting her pussy, and her ass, well, her ass was
huge, bigger than even the rest of her.
Now, I have never been a fan of fat chicks, in fact I
find them pitiful as they waste a piece of pussy by
keeping it in a disgusting package of fat. But, Mel’s
face was pretty and the idea of abusing, breaking, and
owning her was enough to gave me a raging hard-on just
thinking about her.
My first decision was to enslave her by manipulation or
by sheer force. I decided upon force because even if I
failed to make a slave I got to dominate this fat piece
of cunt for a while. I realized even though I would be
epitomizing abusive in my treatment of “it” (I had
already depersonalized her), Mel couldn’t have had
many, if any, men willing overlook her obese frame.
At first she would react in typical fashion to her
initial rape, but I was convinced her fat girl’s low
self esteem would lead her to be grateful any man was
willing to have her fat pussy. I would keep her in my
place and using the Stockholm Syndrome Ii would
humiliate what remained of her self esteem until she
was nothing a willing trio of fuck holes.
Melanie worked a menial job at a bookstore and through
using some connections I discovered she had no living
family. By living beside her I knew she had no real
friends. I decided on March 28, her 25th birthday,
would be the beginning of her service to me. I
anxiously waited for her to return home that day, and
at about 5 o’clock my fat piece of fuck meat arrived
home.
I grabbed the birthday cake I had prepared for her and
walked to her door with increasing deliberation. I
wiped the last shred of hesitation from my psyche as I
awaited Mel to answer the doorbell I had just rang.
“Hello,” she said with so much surprise it sounded like
a question.
She was wearing a low cut blue tee that accentuated her
blue eyes, and a black skirt that was long, but
couldn’t disguise her huge soon-to-be-fucked ass.
“Hi, I’m Doug, I live next door,” I said with an
abundance of verve and enthusiasm.
“I know, I..” she spoke so softly I couldn’t hear the
final part of her sentence, and her were glued too the
floor.
“I feel bad we’ve been neighbors this long without me
introducing myself. So, when I saw in the condo
newsletter your birthday was today, I figured this was
a good time to make up for my rudeness. I got a cake,”
Her head snapped up looking at it incredulously with
the beginning of tears in her eyes. This was going to
be easy.
“Oh my God, Than-, I-I, Ooh God” as she began to cry.
I decided not to drag this out and walked in her place
and sat the cake down on the living room.
“This is so sweet, why, I mean why would you do this?”
she said, clearly in shock, she was about to hit the
mother lode of surprise.
Not missing a beat I locked the door and hit her with a
fierce slap in one continuous motion. She hit the
ground with a huge thud. I landed on her huge belly
taking the wind out for her and leaned into her face.
“Because, you disgusting slob, I have decided you will
be my sex slave.”
“You can’t be serious,” she said almost relieved as she
couldn’t believe an eligible man would waste his time
fucking her worthless ass.
I slapped her twice more and began my explanation.
“Look you fat piece of cunt, I’m a kind man with pity,
so I decided my first sexual slave would be something
so grotesque that no other man would touch her. Your
disgusting body is only one step up from an animal’s.
I’m doing you a favor fat ass, so where’s the
gratitude?” I said as I began to pinch her massive
breast. She said nothing looking away in an almost
catatonic state.
“This is a good time to go over the rules,” as I stood
up towering above her. “I own your fat ass now, I know
you have no friends or family, and I’m giving the
landlord $5000 a month to ignore your new situation. In
fact he praised for giving a nasty fat sow like the
opportunity to feel a cock. So, I have invested money
in being able to fuck you, so you can feel like a human
although you aren’t. Anything as fat and disgusting as
your ass should only belong to an animal. There fore in
gratitude you will do whatever I say and beg me to keep
treating you as a human by fucking you. Because if you
test me…”
Without saying another word I kicked her gargantuan
cunt with great force. “In time, your loyalty and
devotion will become natural, and if not I’ll chalk up
my failure and sell you to crack dealers. Now, I am
master and you’re a fat fuckhole who is glad to be
called anything. Show me you’re grateful, cowtits,” she
hesitated and within a second I drew my foot back
again. Before!
I could kick she spoke.
“Thank you master,” she said in a weak reply.
I must have kicked her five times in the cunt and tits
before telling her I would accept no hesitation and
answers should come with great enthusiasm and
sincerity. I was finally ready for her to remove her
clothes.
“Embarrass yourself by taking off all your clothes you
fat disgrace,” I ordered.
As she took off her blouse, the rolls of flesh cascaded
from her abdomen like a tidal wave. She was sobbing
violently causing her fat stomach and tits to vibrate
so much that this blob of female was starting to turn
me on.
“Hey, slopcunt, I’ve heard of pinching an inch but you
could pinch a mile,” I laughed as malicious as possible
and began to twist her fat rolls and inhuman size tits.
She continued to sob, but actually moved her arm so I
could have access to her.
“Look at your pitiful fat ass, I’ve owned you for five
minutes and you are already giving up, well what else
would an wanted hunk of lard do?” I said as I stood up.
“Look Melly-cow, your gonna take your huge fat ass of
the ground, exposing the crater your ass left. Hurry up
you should be used to heavy lifting by now”
As she finally got to her feet I examined her bra-clad
breasts.
“Now, ask me if I want to see the globs of human waste
you call tits.”
She looked at me with tears cascading, but muttered no
words. I’d had it, as I mentioned I am not a man of
patience. That fat wad of fuckholes should be grateful
for the attention. I let go a barrage of blows to her
obese gut. She grunted in pain and began to fall, but I
wrapped my hand in her hair before she could hit the
ground.
“Now, Porky Pussy, if you disobey once more I will
shove a fist up your ass and tie you here to starve to
death.”
She got her wind and muttered, “Would you like to see
my tits?”
I laughed and pointed at her as the last shreds of
humanity and dignity were fleeing her eyes.
Before she had time for another thought, I ripped her
bra off her shoulders to reveal the biggest set of tit
meat I had ever seen. They hung lazily on her wide
belly almost to her knees.
“Now the panties Melly-Cow,” I said.
Without hesitating she removed her plain white
underwear, revealing a heavily dimpled ass I could show
a movie on.
“So that’s the fat ass I own, huh? Tell me slave how
many generous men have taken enough mercy on you to
degrade themselves by fucking that slophole of a cunt?”
“One, Master,” she said in a robotic voice.
“Tell me about it and call me owner.”
“Yes, owner. I was in college and my roommate and her
boyfriend had broken up, he was drunk and came by while
Laura, my roommate was gone. I let him in and when he
found out she was gone he got irate. and.and grabbed me
and made me…”
“Go on, spermbank.”
“He pushed me on the bed and ripped my clothes off and
laughed at me you did. Then he f-f-fucked me in my
slophole owner. After that he came over whenever she
was gone and. made me do things.”
“Like what, doughgirl?” I sneered.
“Like, like giving him oral.”
“Look you obese sperm bucket, I want you to talk as
filthy as a whore should. If you wanted to be a lady
you should of thought of that a hundred Big Macs ago.”
I said as I kicked her lightly on the ass.
“He made me suck his cock,” she said with such force it
almost surprised me, and before I could insult her, she
continued. “He used to come and without a word just put
his cock in my mouth. He said he never had to ask
because I should feel the luckiest fat girl ever that
he was letting me have his cock. He would come in my
mouth and call it my low fat dessert. At first I would
spit it out when he wasn’t looking, but…”
“But what, pussy pet.” I said in almost concerned voice
to urge her on.
“After a while I swallowed it, every time.” She said
something after but I couldn’t decipher her mumbling.
“Fuck you, dumphole. I’m wasting my time, I’m just
gonna beat your ass and sell you to ghettorats,” I said
hoping to finally break her. And I did.
“No please, Ill talk. I’ll talk, owner. I ate his cum,
because I liked it. He was a football player, very
popular. I grew to believe he was right. I should be
grateful a man like him would waste his cum on me when
he could have a hot girl,” she said with an increased
breathing betraying her excitement.
“As soon as my roommate would leave I would take off my
clothes and wait for him. His name was Max but he said
I couldn’t use it.”
“Why?” I asked finding myself aroused of her tale.
“Because he said I should be grateful and not let
anyone know I knew him. So he wouldn’t be embarrassed
for people knowing he knew a fat girl. He said he
shouldn’t suffer for giving charity fucks. I never told
anyone. I never wanted him to stop. To quit fucking my
fat cunt, owner.”
Her last statement caught so off-guard that it took me
a moment to notice the look in her eyes. It was one of
total lust, but more than that, complete anticipation.
Like a rookie ball player walking onto a major league
field for the first time.
I now had to reassess. My fuck-slave had already been
conditioned to accept her place. I had two choices,
abandon her and claim the spirit and fat cherry of
another obese slave, or continue with Max the jock’s
work and push her even further than I’d planned.
The choice was remedial and the notion of pushing this
fuck cow to limits unbeknownst to even myself had me
arrested in a state of eroticism. It would seem that I
would have doubts of a “no-limits’ approach in my
initial attempt at slavery, but it never crossed my
mind. As I looked at the naked obese women so timid
only small turns of the clock before and saw the
heaving excited fuckpig just waiting for an excuse to
explode, I knew. And I acted.
“Why did he quit torturing his cock by ceasing your
access?” I asked.
“Oh God, it was my fault. I quit going to classes. I
had been a valedictorian in high school. All I did was
study. Girls didn’t want to be my friend and boys made
fun of me. No boy would have pity on me like Ma-, like
him. He was all I could think of. I began to beg him
for his cock when he came over. To make do more than
suck his gorgeous cock and fuck my slophole, but he
wouldn’t.
“Finally he said he was tired of me going on and I
should be grateful for what I had. He said he had been
kind enough already, and I was too disgusting to go on
with. I couldn’t quit thinking about his cock. I failed
out of school. I tried to get other boys but they
laughed. Oh God, I loved his cock.”
She was blubbering full tilt now completely ready for
what I was about to pronounce. The life I had chosen
for her.