Unckown - The Willing Mrs. Talbot

She got caught up in the violence of her punishment, her mind had turned and twisted, come to first accept it, then begin to enjoy it. Now, she craved the discipline she made poor Winston give her, and he too was surrendering to the twisted pleasure of abusing her.

That was bad enough, but now, it appeared, that even he was giving in to the urge. He had beaten Maggie savagely the night before, made her blow him in a way he had never demanded before. Even as he was forcing her to go down on him, even as he was beating her viciously with his belt, he had been shocked and appalled by his actions. But, somehow, unable to stop himself.

Dashiell Talbot shuddered and moaned in despair, then, terrified at what was happening to him. He was frightened, for himself, and for his wife, whom he knew, would do anything to protect him. She would endure anything to salvage his rightful share to the old man's money.

He feared what that meant, what it could do to her and to them. For he knew damn well that E.G. Talbot would accept no less than total commitment to discipline. And that meant becoming what he was.

Maggie was having coffee in the large, empty dining room when she sensed someone standing behind her. She turned suddenly and gasped as the huge figure of E.G. Talbot loomed over her, grinning wickedly.

"Well, up with the birds, are you?" he chuckled softly. "That's good, I like my women to be early risers, more time to enjoy them, you see?"

Maggie smiled thinly. "You talk so much about women, E.G., one would think you had a dozen of them stashed away somewhere," she said coolly.

The big man placed his heavy hand on her shoulder and squeezed her tightly. She winced but did not twist away from the meaty paw. "How do you know I don't, Maggie?" he said quietly. "What makes you think I wouldn't?"

She lifted her coffee cup and he freed her arm, slipping down in the chair beside her. She took a sip of the brew then turned to him, still smiling. "Well, E.G., I notice you're still married to Laurel," she said quietly.

"So what?" he snorted. "That doesn't stop me from doing anything, and besides, Laurel understands my needs."

"I imagine those needs are rather large," joked the young woman nervously.

"More than you think, lady," the man answered softly. "There's a lot more to being with me than just smiling and being witty."

"I'm sure there is, E.G.," Maggie nodded, blinking at his intense stare.

"You'd be surprised," he growled. "I've got a close family here, no matter what it looks like, lady. Everyone in this family is bound to me, understand? They do what I say, because they have to, they have no other choice!"

Maggie chuckled nervously. "Oh, E.G., you sound like some sort of a God," she said lightly. "As if you could command someone to do anything."

"Would you care for a little demonstration, bitch?" he snarled suddenly.

She jerked back from him as if he had struck her, and blinked in shock. His eyes were cold and demanding, almost pulling her mind into his, it seemed. She gulped frantically, and shook her head.

"I'll take your word for it," she whispered softly. "I'm not here to fight you, E.G., you know that."

His hand clasped over her wrist now, locking his fingers around her slender arm as if they were a vise. "The hell you're not," he snarled. "You're here for the same reason everybody else is! You are here to fight, lady, and you might just as well see how you have to win this little battle of yours!"

He turned his head and cupped his free hand over his mouth. "Laurel Talbot," he called out into the empty house. "Laurel Talbot, get your worthless ass in here, bitch!"

Maggie was shocked at the vulgar manner in which he was calling his wife, but even more surprised to the see the woman hurrying into the room, her face not angry at the insulting way he called her, but fearful of displeasing him.

"Ohhh, I… I didn't realize you were here, Maggie," the said, her voice flustered, her manner changing at once. "How nice of you to join us for breakfast, dear."

"Drop the role, bitch," snarled her husband, then. He grinned at the two women, back and forth, now. "We're going to show Maggie here what I mean by measuring up."

Laurel Talbot seemed to shrink under her husband's words. She turned her smile into a weak sort of grin and sighed as if carrying a sudden and heavy burden on her narrow, tiny shoulders.

"Don't you think… I mean, it might not be right, dear," she whispered anxiously.

"Don't you answer me back, bitch," growled the big man. "You know how to speak to me, scum! You know how I taught you to act!"

Nodding frantically, now, Laurel Talbot bowed low in front of her husband. "Yes, my Master," she said, her voice quivering, now. "As you wish it to be!"

E.G. pulled Maggie up out of the chair and dragged her around, to the other side of the table. He snarled at his wife, commanding her to get down on her knees in front of him. Quickly she obeyed.

"You see, bitch," he hissed at the young woman beside him. "She knows how to act! Women learn to be submissive around here, lady!"

He turned to his wife, then. "Lower, scum, on your belly," he growled. "I want you to kiss my feet, bitch! Show this woman how meek and disciplined you are!"

Maggie watched with her eyes wide in shock as Laurel Talbot crawled across the narrow space of floor between them, and eagerly pressed her lips to her husband's foot. She ran her tongue over his toes, licking them happily.

"You must be crazy, E.G.," she whispered in shock, trying to pull her wrist from his hand. "I don't want to see any more!"

E.G. Talbot whirled around then, cracking his open palm hard into Maggie's cheek. The blow was more shocking than painful, but the force of it caused her to sit down-heavily in a chair at the table.

"You keep, your mouth shut, scum," he growled at her. "Your husband's in a race with his brother, and she's the fire behind his furnace. You'd better learn to be the same, understand?"

He turned now to his wife once more and lifted her chin with his foot. "You want to please me, don't you Laurel dear?" he asked sweetly.

She nodded wildly, sobbing as the spoke. "All I ever want to do is please you, E.G., you know that, darling!"

The big man laughed cruelly. "You see, see how she knows just what to say?" he said to Maggie. "I rule this family with an iron hand, woman, all submit to me! You'd better learn that, and help your husband along, if you want to share in all of this!"

Once more he gazed down at his wife, trembling at his feet, but her eyes eager and bright as she stared back up at him. He reached down, took hold of the neckline to her nightgown, and quickly pulled it up and over her head. She gasped in embarrassment as her nakedness was revealed, but made no attempt to cover herself.

"You were bad a little while ago, weren't you, Laurel?" the big man whispered coldly. "You defied me, didn't you?"

The woman nodded, her lithe, still attractive frame trembling violently, now. Her breasts swayed from left to right and her breathing was harsh and erratic as she awaited her husband's next words.

"And what do you suppose I ought to do with you, now, bitch?" he said, his voice cold and flat. "How should I repay you for your disobedience?"

The older woman gulped frantically, her voice pinched and strained as she spoke. "Punish me, Master," she whispered softly. "You should discipline me, now!"

"Do you want to be punished, ungrateful little pig?" he snarled at the woman.

Her eyes went from his face to Maggie's arid she blinked rapidly in excitement. "You know I do," she moaned softly. "Ohh, God, you know how much I do, E.G.!"

Talbot turned and grinned once more at Maggie. "Pay attention to all of this, woman," he told her harshly. "You're time will come, and you had better be good at it!"