Mallory worked at home most days. She much preferred it that way, and since she only occasionally needed to consult anyone in person on her coding her manager didn't mind either. Not so Lucas. He had to get up and go out to work every morning, and was quite jealous of her for being able to sleep in later and then just shuffle out to the computer lab to do her work. Meanwhile, he had an hour's drive in rush hour traffic.

She, of course, didn't feel at all sorry for him. In fact, she felt rather smug at being able to work at home, and rarely bothered to hide it. She wore, as she usually did, sweat pants, for they were soft and comfortable, and a T-shirt which was loose enough to be comfortable but tight enough to keep her breasts in check without her having to wear a bra – at least, in her own house

And since she worked late she tended to get up late, and start in on work when she felt like it. That let her relax with her morning coffee out on the back deck overlooking the pool, taking in the sunshine. She was doing that, and idly considering what she needed to start with, when a sound which came through the screen door brought her head around.

She frowned and got up, then pulled open the door and stepped inside.

“Lucas?”

He grabbed her by the front of her T-shirt and yanked her up against him, crushing her lips with his.

“I missed your hot little tongue, baby!” he growled.

He yanked the T-shirt up and off, then bent and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her up across his shoulder.

“Lucas!” she yelped as she found herself belly down across his shoulder.

“You and me got business in there,” he growled.

He slapped her bottom as he carried her upstairs and into the bedroom, then yanked down her sweatpants and panties in one motion, pulling them off before throwing her onto the bed.

“Wha-- what about work?!” she gasped, staring at him anxiously.

Was it that pirate thing again!?

He jumped into bed and then leapt atop her, crushing her into the bed.

“I got where I want to go and do what I want to do!” he said, his body settling between her legs.

“B-But I have to work!”

“You just have to lay there and let me fuck your pretty little brains out, honey,” he said.

He ground himself against her, his rough jeans rubbing against her naked inner thighs and lower belly as he chuckled low in his throat.

“Get off me!” she gasped, wriggling and twisting, trying to roll over.

He ignored her except to grip her hair and force her head back so his lips could press down heavily against her again. But when she kept trying to roll over he pulled his head back with a scowl.

“You're starting to piss me off, bitch!”

He sat up but when she moved to scramble away he grabbed her arm and then yanked her across his legs. Sitting back on his heels, he pulled her slender body up across his thighs, belly down, then easily pinned her wrists behind her back. Then his other hand snapped down stingingly across her upraised bottom.

Crack!

“Oww! Wha – ?”

Crack!

“Lucas!”

Crack!

“Oww! Stop it!”

Crack!

“You're gonna learn who gives the orders around here, baby,” he growled.

Crack` Crack! Crack! Crack!

“Oww! Fuck! Oww! Stop it! Lucas!”

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

The blows stung! And her bottom was rapidly getting hotter and hotter as his hand continued to snap down across it. She wriggled and twisted, cursed and begged, but his hand kept slapping down even as her bottom began to flame wildly.

“Please! Oww! Don't! Lucas!”

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

“Okay! I'll do whatever you want!” she cried.

“You think like you got a choice there, girlie,” he sniffed.

Crack! Crack!

“Cause let me tell you, you don't!”

Crack! Crack!

Mallory's legs kicked and flailed but her bottom continued to burn as his hand spanked down onto it.

“You ready to do your duty, wife?”

“I'm not your wife, asshole!”

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

“Oww! Shit! Fuck! Okay! Okay!”

“Impertinent female,” he growled. “You need to learn a woman's place.”

She bit back an obscene retort then gasped as she felt something being wrapped around her wrists. She twisted her head around to see him wrapping some sort of small cord around them.

“What are you doing!?”

“Gonna teach you a few lessons, slut,” he muttered.

She realized the cord was the drawstring from her sweatpants, and bit back a curse. She'd never get it back in again! Damn him!

“Y-You don't need to tie me up!” she gasped, feeling a sudden flare of heat between her legs.

Crack!

“You telling me what I can and can't do, woman?” he demanded.

“Ow! No!”

With her wrists tied, he let his hand caress her soft, red bottom, and she winced as he kneaded her sore flesh. Then his hand jammed in between her thighs, fingers exploring her sex. His other hand slid beneath her to cup and fondle her bare breast, and Mallory began to feel that flare of heat surging higher within her lower belly as she pulled testingly on the cord and realized she was firmly bound.

His fingers traced the line of her sex, then dipped inside.

“Little dry in there,” he said. “Maybe we need to do something about that. Don't like fuckin' a dry cunt.”

She opened her mouth indignantly but yelped as he rolled her over, grabbed her legs, and yanked her around, then dove between her legs.

As he had the previous day, his mouth took hold of her sex, then he set to work, eagerly, aggressively, his tongue and lips working on her clit as his fingers stroked and pushed into her rapidly moistening pussy.

Mallory was angry and frustrated, but also feeling the same dark heat she had the other day. She had more of an idea what was going on this time, though, and that sort of excused Lucas from acting like some sort of trailer trash macho jerk. But it was almost like being with another man entirely, and that man was the proverbial bad boy that had always aroused her imagination but whom she'd never actually wanted anything to do with.

What possible relationship could she have with such a guy, after all, a guy who'd know nothing and care less about computers, software, video games, and the kind of techno music she liked?

But this one had a wild and agile tongue which was sending shudders through her belly and up into her chest as it licked hard across her clitoris.

He licked higher, then, sliding his body up her body until he was licking, sucking and chewing at her breasts as his fingers kneaded them. He slipped his jeans down and she moaned as he drove his cock down into her now moist pussy. He didn't ram himself into her as he had the other day, his concentration on her throat, her ear, her face, as he licked and kissed her.

“You taste nice,” he said, in a strange half drawl.

His heavy weight was pinning her down, his cock embedded deep within her as he kissed her. He pulled his lips up, then slid his fingers into her mouth, much to her surprise.

“Let me see you suck those,” he growled.

He gripped her hair, smirking, leering, forcing her head back as he pumped his fingers in and out of her throat.

She sucked almost defensively, gasping, wincing as he yanked on her hair, her wrists pulling feebly against the cord holding them together underneath her.

Then he slid up her body until he was straddling her chest. His cock lay along her face as he leered down at her.

“Get to work, baby. Suck my boner.”

God, what an asshole, she thought.

He slapped his cock against her face, then pushed himself into her mouth and leaned up and forward.

“Suck that cock. Swallow my bone, you hot little slut!”

He thrust down into her and Mallory gagged as the head jammed into the entrance to her throat. He pushed himself down deeper, though, his cock sliding down into her throat as he forced her head back.

He spread his legs, drawing his body further forward, then, with his hands in her hair, he began to pump in and out, thrusting himself into her mouth all the way to the balls, his hips rising and falling as he quite literally fucked her throat. Mallory handled it at first, but soon began gagging and choking, her head pounding from lack of oxygen, her chest burning. She began to writhe and twist with growing desperation as he thrust in and out with evident disregard for her comfort or ability to breath.

Then, just as black dots danced before her eyes, he pulled out, rolling off her, and Mallory gulped in deep, desperate breaths of air. He yanked the pillow out from under her head, rolled her over, and forced her hips up. He slapped her bottom as he moved behind her, and Mallory groaned, still panting for breath as she felt the head of his cock pushing against her.

But he wasn't pushing against her pussy.

With her belly across the pillow and her legs spread, he was jamming his saliva coated cock against her wrinkled anal opening. Mallory was concentrating on breathing, at first, and mostly ignored him as he pressed harder. His cock forced its way through the tight ring of her sphincter and she gasped and moaned.

“L-Lucas! Don't!” she croaked.

That drew another sharp slap to her bottom.

“I had yer other two holes. Now I'm taking this one,” he growled.

She gasped and twisted feebly as he worked his cock deeper, but the surprise, and the fact that her brain was in a state of muddled shock, actually worked to her benefit, for his slick cock pushed deep into her ass before she could focus her mind enough where it would cause her to clamp her muscles down on it. A slap to her overheated bottom loosened them, and she moaned as he spread her legs again and worked his cock deeper.

“Tight little ass you got, slut,” he gasped.

Gulping in air, Mallory's face was pressed against the sheets as she felt his cock driving even deeper into her ass. She moaned and ground her teeth together, but all she really felt was a little uncomfortable cramping as the head pushed to the depths of her anal tunnel. It had been surprisingly easy and painless, she thought with relief.

He started working himself in and out, and again she winced and gasped, at first, but her muscles adjusted surprisingly quickly, and he was able to move inside her with nothing she could honestly describe as pain.

She wasn't entirely how she would describe it, other than weird. She was laying face down, bottom raised, legs spread, and could feel him sliding into her, deep into her belly with every stroke. His hands slid up and down her bare back, then gripped her hair, for no good reason she could see, just to pull it up and back and twist her hair around his fingers.

“Ow! Don't!” she gasped.

He chuckled cruelly.

“I do whatever I want, little bitch,” he said again. “Ain't no woman gonna tell me otherwise.”

With that he eased back out of her entirely, then she yelped as he gripped her belly and yanked her up, raising her bottom high. She felt his hands on her thighs, then his mouth on her sex, licking and sucking eagerly. She twisted her head around, seeing him laying on his belly behind her.

Then he rose up again, and she felt his cock sliding into her once again. It felt oddly natural, as he pushed deep into her ass. There was more resistance now because he'd pulled out, but her body quickly adjusted to his presence again and now he began to thrust into her harder and faster. The steady hammering of his hips against her buttocks made her heat flare higher, and she felt the rise of hunger and passion inside her as her body responded.

They didn't usually do it doggy style. In fact, in a play to modern accommodation they took turns being on top. Mallory found her current position outrageously demeaning, with her face down, her bottom up, and her wrists tied tightly behind her. She did not have a submissive nature but now felt a wild thrill at the submissiveness and helplessness of the way he was taking her. She felt lewd and exotically perverted with her ass in the air while he sodomized her. She felt helpless and submissive in a way which should have alarmed her but instead was setting flames to her imagination and her body.

It wasn't like she was afraid, after all. It was Lucas – sort of. But the fact it wasn't exactly Lucas made it almost seem like she was being taken, used, fucked, by a stranger: by some sort of rough, leering bad boy who she couldn't control or even predict.

Even though, of course, it was Lucas.

Now she could only gasp and grunt and moan as his hips slapped against her harder, as the mattress jerked and bounced beneath them, as his cock thrust deep into her belly with hard, deep strokes.

“That's it, baby. Take that cock! You nasty little slut!” he growled, slapping her ass. “Take that cock right up your tight little ass!”

Again he slapped her ass, then gripped her bound wrists, jerking her upper body up and back so he could lean in and kiss her roughly on the side of the throat and face.

“You're my slut! You'll do whatever I want whenever I tell you. You better learn that, woman!”

“W-Will not!” she gasped weakly.

Another slap to her sore bottom greeted that. Then he shifted his body forward as he jerked her bottom even higher. His left leg extended along her body, his knee bent, and then she felt his bare foot come down on the side of her head! She gasped as he pressed down hard, jamming her cheek into the mattress, chuckling lewdly as he thrust down hard into her aching, open ass.

“You're my bitch,” he growled. “You'd best learn it.”

Her pussy throbbed even as she gasped in disbelief and outrage. He pounded himself against her for a long minute, foot on her head, then groaned as he came inside her.

“Yeah,” he gasped, panting. “That's what you're there for, baby.”

“F-Fuck you!” she gasped.

He slapped her bottom as he pulled out of her.

“You need some discipline, baby. You need to learn your place,” he said.

Then he cupped her sex and squeezed.

“You think I can't get you to do anything I want? I just got to please this hot little pussy of yours, and I know how to do that.”

“G-Get off me!” she gasped, though even she wasn't sure if she really meant it.

Surprising her, he did, but only to lean his tall body forward and open the night table drawer on her side of the bed. He pulled out her vibrator, and then she felt it sliding along her sex, before turning on.

“D-Don't!” she gasped.

He laughed and played the vibrator against her clit, rubbing it up and down, grinding it against her as she moaned and her hips began to grind back helplessly. She was already aroused, after all, and her pussy already flaming. Now, with the vibrator playing across it, she couldn't keep still!

Instead of continuing, however, he pushed the sex toy into her, sliding it deep into her pussy. It continued to buzz, but the pressure wasn't directly against her clit any more.

He got up and left the bedroom, and she groaned, falling over onto her side, then onto her back, staring down between her legs at the base of the vibrator protruding from between the tightly clasping lips of her sex.

He came back, grinning, a coiled rope in his hand.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she gulped.

He sneered down at her. “Any fuckin' thing I want,” he said.

He chuckled and reached out, filling his fist with her hair, then half dragged her out of bed and onto her knees on the floor.

“L-Lucas!”

“Just shut it. You can open your mouth when my cock is in it,” he growled.

He doubled up the rope then tied two large knots in it, grinning evilly at her as he did. He placed the knots around her breasts, then tightened them so they squeezed in around her breasts. Mallory gasped as she felt her flesh constricted, felt the flesh of her breasts puffing out into taut, hard balls. He tied the two ends together between her breasts, then, smirking, tugged on the three or four feet of rope which remained.

“Oww!”

“C'mere, baby,” he ordered.

He moved back, pulling on the rope, and Mallory felt a sharp yank on her breasts which forced her to crawl shuffle forward on her knees. She tried to get to her feet but he kept the rope low, forcing her back to her knees.

“Lucas!”

“Maybe you should start calling me captain, or maybe master.”

“Fuck you!”

“You better learn better manners, girl,” he growled. “I expect discipline on this ship.”

“We're not on a ship, you asshole!” she gasped as she shuffled awkwardly forward on her knees.

The vibrator slipped out of her and clattered on the floor, and he paused to glare at her.

“Did I say you could leave your toys all over the floor, slut?”

“F-Fuck you!” she gasped.

He snorted. “I've broken nastier bitches than you before, girl. Don't think you'll be any different.”

He picked up the vibrator and she jerked her thighs close together. Glaring at her, he yanked on the rope and she yelped, staggering forward on her knees again.

“Maybe you just need something thicker inside you,” he said with a smirk.

“Too bad you haven't got anything thick!” she taunted, panting for breath.

“You think not, baby? Guess again!”

He had led her to the stairs, then pulled up. The pressure on her breasts made Mallory yelp and rise up, and he hefted her across his shoulder, then carried her downstairs.

“Let me go, you big... pick!” she gasped, her head hanging upside down across his back.

She yelped as she felt his hand slap her bottom sharply.

“Mind your manners, slut,” he said.

She felt a wild roiling wave of indignation mixed with an intense sense of dark excitement. Somehow, the fact it was Lucas and yet not Lucas robbed her of any real outrage and fed the heat as he carried her into the kitchen. He set her down roughly and she yelped, stumbling, and going down to her knees as he opened the fridge and took out a large green cucumber. Mallory gasped at the sight of it.

“No! Lucas!”

He chuckled evilly as he rolled the cucumber in butter.

“Lucas, you're hypnotized!” she said desperately.

“Course I am, baby.”

He pulled on the rope and she cried out again at the pressure on her breasts, but this time he was pulling up, and she was forced to her feet before he angled the rope forward again, and back into the living room.

He pulled the rope forward so that she had to straddle the coffee table, her legs spread wide as he pulled her along its length. Then, near the end, he stopped and pulled the rope straight up. Mallory's back arched sharply, and she stood there, legs spread wide, barely able to balance herself in that awkward position, and only because of the pressure pulling her breasts up.

“Lucas! L-Let go! I'll fuck you all you want!” she said desperately.

“Course you will. But yer gonna learn respect, too,” he said.

Mallory was getting wobbly. The muscles of her back and legs were not used to the kind of load she was putting on them in that awkward, unbalanced position. But she couldn't fall back because of the same strong pull on her breasts which had forced her into it.

“What do you want?!” she asked desperately.

“Call me captain.”

“All right! Fine! Captain!”

“You want to sit down? Sit down slowly,” he said.

He eased the pressure, and her legs bent more as she slowly lowered herself onto the coffee table.

But when she was halfway down he shifted the pull on the rope. Instead of pulling it up, he was pulling it straight down. And at the same time he slid the buttery cucumber underneath her, putting one end against the table and holding the other end up just below her pussy.

She gasped whens she felt its touch, and jerked upward.

“Oh no! No, no, no!” she cried.

But the sharp pull on her breasts pulled her back down.

“Lucas!”

“Captain,” he growled.

He rubbed the cucumber up and down against her sex, and despite how flustered she felt Mallory felt a surge of heat from the sensation of the warm, buttery cucumber sliding over her clitoris.

She tried to maintain her position, but she was in an even more awkward one now, squatting above the table, knees far too wide and legs far too bent to support herself for long. She moaned as she sank down and felt the rounded end of the cucumber pushing against the mouth of her sex.

“I-It's too big!” she cried.

“You could take a fuckin' fence post in there if you needed to, baby,” he said with a smirk.

“I can't!”

“Then don't sit down,” he taunted.

But of course, she couldn't avoid it. She sank down, more and more weight pressing down against the end of the cucumber as it jammed into her. She moaned as she felt the lips of her sex spreading wider and wider as the end of the cucumber pushed inside. The further down she sank the wider the vegetable became, and she gasped and moaned to feel herself spread so wide around it

But it was also true that her body was aroused, and that her sexual fantasies had always had a 'size' fixation. It wasn't, her rational, intellectual side knew, that size really mattered so much physically. But it sure did mentally, at least to her. And even though her sex lips spread and stretched to the point of aching and pain, the feel of the cucumber sliding inexorably deeper into her overheated pussy was inciting her fantasies and throwing oil on the hot fire of her arousal.

The cucumber was halfway in, and Mallory had stopped begging him to stop, had stopped hoping he would. Her eyes and mouth were open, and she was simply trying to slow her downward movement to give her body more time to get used to the thickest thing which had ever tried to force its way into her.

“W-wait! Wait!” she begged.

“You need your hot little pussy filled to the brim, baby,” he said with a glinting sneer.

“Please! Please!”

“Please Captain,” he said.

“Please Captain!” she gasped.

He chuckled in amusement and shifted the rope so that it pulled up against her breasts again. She started to rise but he pushed down on her shoulders.

“Oh no, baby. You're gonna take the whole fuckin' thing inside you.”

“Please, captain!” she moaned.

“The whole fuckin' thing,” he reported remorselessly.

Her legs were shaking, and she moaned and then gasped as she sank lower, as the cucumber pushed higher. Inch by slow, trembling inch her buttocks slid lower until, with a gasp, she felt the table top against them. The realization she had virtually the whole thing inside her was a shock, for she'd seen its size and thickness. She felt both appalled and darkly thrilled at the knowledge it was all inside her.

“But that one won't drop out,” he said with a laugh.