Page 27 of Degradation

He groans, grinding against me before he takes my hand and wraps it around his soft penis. “Make me hard, wife. Make me ready for you.”

I run my hand up. He’s not particularly big, not compared to the models my mother showed me. I’d thank God for that fact, only, he’s clearly big enough to hurt me still, isn’t he?

He’s so soft. His dick flops in my hand and I try my best, but it doesn’t seem to have any effect.

He watches me, watches what I’m doing, and I can tell I’m pissing him off again.

“Should I use my mouth?” I ask. Maybe if I seem willing to suck his cock that will make him happy.

He narrows his eyes just a little. “Go on then.” He says clearly losing patience.

I roll over, crouch over him and place his flaccid dick in my mouth. It feels even worse than in my hand. His skin feels so wrinkly, his dick just sits there as I try to suck. I don’t want to voice the words in my head, the ones that tells me he’s too old, that that’s the issue. That he should see a doctor, get some medicine.

He grabs my head, wrapping his fingers up in my hair.

“Suck it like a lollipop.” He instructs as if I haven’t spent the last five years learning how to give head.

I rock my hips, bobbing my head back and forth as I work away. I can taste something musty, something weird. I know it’s his dick and I don’t want to think about the last time he washed himself.

I drop my hand to fondle his balls, and he shifts to widen his legs, and I get a whiff of body odour. His balls are small, hairy, like the rest of him. It feels like his entire legs and groin are covered in wiry black hair. It tickles my nose as I work away, and I do my best to not wrinkle my face up.

I’m moaning, sucking, doing everything I can, trying every trick in the book to make this man hard and it has zero effect.

I know he’s going to grow bored. I know any minute now this docile husband of mine is going to flip back into a monster.

I can’t stop it. I can’t do anything.

His grip on my hair, the milliseconds of pain are all the warning I get before I’m wrenched off, pulled back and forced to lay there as he snarls down at me.

“Useless fucking whore.” He growls. “I bet any bitch from Oblivion could do a better job than you right now.”

I stare up at him, knowing this isn’t my fault, but that won’t spare me whatever punishment is coming my way.

He grabs my breasts, twisting the nipples around and I scream. I scream so loud.

Another slap to the face knocks the life out of me and I lay dazed as he pulls my body around.

His fingers plunge inside me, I can feel the way his nails are scratching my insides. “You want my cock so badly.” He says as he thrusts away. “Needy little bitch. You won’t even let me have a moments peace. A moments rest.”

I don’t understand what he’s saying, don’t understand what he’s going on about. He was the one who initiated this, he was the one who put my hand onto him.

“Filthy fucking slut,” He spits. “That’s all you bitches are. I thought a Founder would be different, I thought you’d know how to behave but you’re just the same as all the rest of them. You’re full of sin. Full of lust.”

I’m crying again. Sobbing. His fingers are hurting so badly as he’s tearing into me.

“Slut.” He spits. “Dirty fucking slut.”

I want to fight back, I want to stop him, but I know if I do that, I’ll only make this worse.

He grabs my throat, hauling me off the bed and he throws me down onto the rug. As I land, I roll over, curling up into a defensive position. His foot slams into my spine, into my side, into my legs. He’s not kicking hard enough to do serious damage, but it hurts enough.

And then he stands over me, panting like he’s been in a battle. He grabs his cock that even now is still completely flaccid, and he aims for my body as he starts pissing.

“I’ll cleanse you.” He snarls. “I’ll baptise you right here and cure you of your sin.”

It stinks. His piss absolutely stinks as it covers me, as it covers my stomach, as it trickles down over my skin, my arms, my legs, over all of me. He starts twisting, turning, spraying it so that it covers my hair, my face too. I’m drenched in it.

“Take that, you lustful whore.” He bellows. “Take my piss, fucking drown in it.”